MacIain of Glencoe
Yet still my lonely spirit soars... I am MacIain
The royal stag stands proudly on the hill
Falling prey to man his mortal foe
Some men know nought of dignity or pride
And strike with no respect their deadly blow.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars, amid the mountains and the glen
From my ancestral burial ground, I am MacIain
The name MacDonald echoes still, within the hearts of Highland men
My restless soul will never sleep, I am MacIain.
The east is flanked by Buachaile Etive Mor
At south the highest Bidian is here
Of treachery no warning will they give
But from the Signal Rock betrayal sounded clear.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars, amid the mountains and the glen
From my ancestral burial ground, I am MacIain
The name MacDonald echoes still, within the hearts of Highland men
My restless soul will never sleep, I am MacIain.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars, amid the mountains and the glen
From my ancestral burial ground, I am MacIain
The name MacDonald echoes still, within the hearts of Highland men
My restless soul will never sleep, I am MacIain.
My restless soul will never sleep..I am MacIain, I am MacIain.
Words copyright © Moira Kerr.