Moorland Memories

(huuuummmmm) The mist lies heavy on the glen

Where sleep the brave,

the flower of men

Three hundred years

the heather grows O'er where the silent river flows

Blow wind, blow

across the ancient stone

The piper stands on the ridge alone

For clansmen lost

who came not home

Beneath the cold and silent dome

Nae banners fly,

nae swords are bright

Only

the ghosts in morning light

Noo play the tune

we knew sae well

To those who fought and those who fell