Bagpipe Songs

On the Isle of Skye, water runs down the Cuillin mountains into waterfall streams It's a beautiful and tranquil place Where the local fairies live, play and dream A red-bearded Scotsman walks from his village He carries his beloved bagpipes in hand He heads to the magical Fairy Pools To play for the fairies hiding among the heather stalks growing in the lush green land Clad in a kilt of dark blue and green They know it's their friend that's come to play His emotional bagpipe songs are the only things That make them emerge from their hideaway The fairies love the skirl of the bagpipes It brings their soul delight Their tiny wings flutter with joy and elation While they surround him in flight When he's finished playing, he reaches into his horsehair sporran Hanging from his waist To feed the fairies bits of wild-grown raspberries They absolutely love their taste He will come back to play for them soon on another day They love their friend in the blue and green kilt With his beloved bagpipes and the songs that he will play