[Verse 1] Green for the hill-line, where the rain made us. Blue for the cold lochs, deep as the old trust. Black like the peat fire, burning through the night. Red on the hemline, the vow and the fight. [Pre-Chorus] Spun in the loom room, thread by thread. Passed from my father, from his father’s head. Every shade speaks plain, every line knows me. I wear my name now, I wear my bloodline free. [Chorus] Green, blue, black, red, Allen in my chest (Allen in my chest) Green, blue, black, red, we remember best (we remember best) From the glen to the grave, we stand unbent, Green, blue, black, red, that is who we are. [Verse 2] Green for the fieldstone, where the sheep bells ring. Blue for the hard sky, a winter hymn we sing. Black for the long road, boots on frozen ground. Red for the promise, never turning round. [Pre-Chorus] Spun in the loom room, thread by thread. Passed from my mother, from the names unsaid. Every shade speaks plain, every line knows me. I wear my name now, I wear my bloodline free. [Chorus] Green, blue, black, red, Allen in my chest (Allen in my chest) Green, blue, black, red, we remember best (we remember best) From the glen to the grave, we stand unbent, Green, blue, black, red, that is who we are. [Bridge] When the pipes rise high, I hear the years. All the old brave mouths, all the sweat and tears. If the dark comes close, we don’t run away. We lift that tartan up, and we make it stay. [Chorus] Green, blue, black, red, Allen in my chest (Allen in my chest) Green, blue, black, red, we remember best (we remember best) From the glen to the grave, we stand unbent, Green, blue, black, red, that is who we are.
