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What Will We Tell The Children - Ronnie Drew and Eleanor Shanley

ODE TO ALL HIGHLANDS, EVERYWHERE IN THE WORLD, SUCH A BEAUTIFUL AND PEACEFUL PLACES. ODE TO MOTHER NATURE, TO FLORA & FAUNA AND ODE TO MOTHER EARTH. “And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” John Muir #SAORALBA # DISSOLVETHEUNION / #fuckthebritishstate VIDEO BY THE LOST HIGHLANDER #alba #hiraeth #saoralba #ScotsWhaHae #Tiocfaidhárlá #saorsa #caledonia #thelosthighlander #TheScottishRepublic #TheRepublicOfScotland #YEStoINDY #indyref2 #Independence #IsMiseGàidhlig #ThigAnLathaAgainn #Freedomanwhiskygangthegither #dissolvetheunion #Whitsfuryellnogopastye #fuckthebritishstate SONG: WHAT WILL WE TELL THE CHILDREN / RONNIE DREW & ELEANOR SHANLEY No Copyright Infringement Intended this music video belongs to the artist and or record label/ production company who made it not me all rights go to them. Please before notifying youtube an infringement of copyright of any song that are in my channel, contact me and I'll delete the song immediately Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favour of fair use. Which way will the branch bend When there's no wind left to blow Which way will the river run When there's no where left to go What do we tell the children When they start to ask us why And where are the keepers Who bled the whole thing dry What kind of air are we to breath When there's none to take in What kind of soil do we turn over When the fallout's been What do we tell the children When they start to ask us why And where are the keepers Who bled the whole thing dry When do you think they'll tell us Don't they know that we know too When do you think they'll listen To the likes of me and you What do we tell the children When they start to ask us why And where are the keepers Who bled the whole thing dry And what kind of rain will fall On the land that's dead and gone And what kind of flowers Will look up for the sun What do we tell the children When they start to ask us why And where are the keepers Who bled the whole thing dry What colour will the leaves be A darker shade of brown Is this the kind of legacy To leave to the unborn What do we tell the children When they start to ask us why And where are the keepers Who bled the whole thing dry Which way will the branch bend When there's no wind left to blow Which way will the river run When there's no where left to go What do we tell the children When they start to ask us why And where are the keepers Who bled the whole thing dry And where are the keepers Who bled the whole thing dry