David
You left your home in Albion
With a guiding star and testament

And David
You took that star from heaven
Lighting up the darkest continent

David
You told your own sweet Mary
This wilderness is calling out for me

And David
Your wandered off to save them
Like a fisherman from Galilee

And there in Death's dark veil
With fever, brow, and fire
You craved upon your face
The sweet rain of Glentyre

David
We know how much they loved you
So many miles they bore you to the sea

And David
You're in the Shrine of England
Your heart remains where it longed to be

And there in Death's dark veil
With fever, brow, and fire
You craved upon your face
The sweet rain of Glentyre

David
David
David