Grand golf tournament by professional players, 1867
Sunshine on Leith
The Proclaimers
My heart was broken, my heart was broken
Sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
My heart was broken, my heart was broken
You saw it, you claimed it
You touched it, you saved it
My tears are drying, my tears are drying
Thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou
My tears are drying, my tears are drying
Your beauty and kindness
Made tears clear my blindness
While Im worth my room on this earth
I will be with you
While the chief, puts sunshine on Leith
Ill thank him for his work
And your birth and my birth.
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