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.
Copyright © Steve Eaton | Year Posted 2017
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