Culloden's Harvest - Adas
Lyrics by：Traditional
Composed by：Traditional
Cold the wind on moors blow
Warm the enemy's fire glows
Black the harvest of culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
The love of our prince drove us on to drumossie
But in scarcely the time
That it takes me to tell
The flower of our country
Lay scorched by an army
As ruthless and red
As the embers of hell
Cold the wind on moors blow
Warm the enemy's fire glows
Black the harvest of culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
Red campbell and fox
Did the work of the english
MacDonald in anger
Did no work at all
With musket and cannon
Against honor and courage
The invader's men stood
While our clansmen did fall
Cold the wind on moors blow
Warm the enemy's fire glows
Black the harvest of culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
Now mothers and children are left to their weeping
With only the memories
Of fathers and the son
Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers
The blackest of hours
For this land has begun
Cold the wind on moors blow
Warm the enemy's fire glows
Black the harvest of culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
