When I hear those Bagpipes roar,
My heart begins to soar.
Frozen in my tracks,
My mind wanders back.
To a piper I once knew
Whose heart was pure and true.
He played those pipes like angels sing,
I often wondered, "Where are his wings?"
Those bagpipes casted a spell on me,
And that Irish lad's face is all I could see.
I used to weep when those pipes would
Because for the moment my lost heart felt
See, that piper is the strongest man I ever
But because my heart was immature, I
was'nt ready for him yet.
As years pass by, this broken heart has
begun to heal.
Yet as soon as I hear those faithful pipes,
my heart starts to feel.
Time has a way of putting our mistakes far
in the past,
But I have to accept that Celtic sound will
So when you see that kilt and bearskin
come marching in the room,
Do as I do 'listen' and soon your heart will
For those bagpipes serve a bigger role
then i ever knew, That thunderous sound
can only come from a select few.
And behind one of those pipes, stands a
beautiful man, but he never notices I'm his