I must leave ye now For peace and glory Id wish to tell ye Id soon be back I must leave ye now To weep and worry Fare ye well I wont come back Fare ye well Dont say haste ye back Roaming through the graveyard alleys On a plain of standing stones I hear them whisper to the fallen ones Oh, not again they groan A cry of the land is out To breathe and soar Through heathen hills From days of yore Where the wild winds roar I hear the storm clouds thunder They reap and plunder on once green land So here we stand for freedoms sake Like rocks on the shore And we truly know for freedoms sake There is no escape In the end we stand and fall Not for glory Nor for the king and crown We shed our blood Were here were free And well fight to survive Fate will test our will Here on the Highland hills Slowly it comes off the earth Gasping for daylight Entirely entwined with weed Feeding its breath With soiled air It screams out To the brooding storm clouds Following the call For freedom to come
ye, fare, freedom, sake, hill