
Expectation Dougie Maclean
"Expectation" by Dougie Maclean, released in 1990, is a #Folk song that explores themes of hope, longing, and the passage of time. The lyrics reflect a deep yearning for connection and the anticipation of life's possibilities. Its melodic simplicity and emotive storytelling resonate with listeners, highlighting Maclean's cultural significance in Scottish music.

To chase the reasons
We are stranded one by one
What did we expect to find here?
What did we expect to find?
Ragged strands of freedom
We trust to the forces that move us along
Revealing the time of wild growing fears
Of restless made rhyme of innocent years
Was it the gentle ones?
Was it the folding light?
Or was it the fire that burns
Turning it all into the summer night?
To face the seasons
And yet stand so far away
How could we have been so blind here?
How could we have been so blind?
Another chance has opened
We want to believe in the journey we're on
We trust to the smiles of the old and the wise
Uncovered in time to reflect in our eyes
Was it the gentle ones?
Was it the folding light?
Or was it the fire that burns
Turning it all into the summer night?
We are stranded one by one
What did we expect to find here?
What did we expect to find?
Ragged strands of freedom
We trust to the forces that move us along
Revealing the time of wild growing fears
Of restless made rhyme of innocent years
Was it the gentle ones?
Was it the folding light?
Or was it the fire that burns
Turning it all into the summer night?
To face the seasons
And yet stand so far away
How could we have been so blind here?
How could we have been so blind?
Another chance has opened
We want to believe in the journey we're on
We trust to the smiles of the old and the wise
Uncovered in time to reflect in our eyes
Was it the gentle ones?
Was it the folding light?
Or was it the fire that burns
Turning it all into the summer night?
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