Marching Mystery Dougie Maclean

From ship to shining shore
Out of an age when time was young
Across the silver ocean's floor
Their endless battle has begun

And they burn upon the open hand
Blinding all who see
They feast upon the desert land
Marching on
They burn upon the open hand
Blinding all who see
They feast upon the desert land
Marching, marching, marching mystery

She holds her weary head
Her heavy horsemen stand alone
It's for the living and the dead
To search their fortune far from home

And they burn upon the open hand
Blinding all who see
They feast upon the desert land
Marching on
They burn upon the open hand
Blinding all who see
They feast upon the desert land
Marching, marching, marching mystery