Along Scottish Shores

Lightning strikes with thunderous clap A thickening fog rolls into the bay Ships stacked with dead on their back Set ablaze so they can sail away White waves crash rocks with sound Death ships burning fill the background Men stand still on ridges overlooking Play pipes for dead soldiers spirit bound Tall red flames melt through the fog Release men's souls to fly away To seek far realms of Scottish Gods Widows will cry loud this day Clans in kilts that flap in the wind Watch ships float further from shore Men with their pipes stand in the cold Above the waves on the Scottish shore Women in black will harvest their tears Gather their children, they'll have no more Their lives now poorer filled with fears In villages along the Scottish shores Pipes will be played in haunting sound Songs will be sung and stories told Memories of sacrifice will endure In villages along the Scottish shores 5/23/17 Contest Whitsun Premier