Return of the Piper

Return of The Piper The skirl of the pipes is carried on the wind Purple heather moves in time with the sound Dark clouds move in and cover the sky His sanctuary the piper has found Amid the deep lochs and mountains tall Where the crofter's sheep roam wild Away from all forms of civilisation The piper, his vision has dialled He longs to find a fireside seat With a dram to warm his heart If only he could escape the darkness And recapture his mortal dart The piper was slain many years ago Upon a historic battlefield Leading his clansmen into the fight For a reason that they'd never yield.