cover《游京》DJ版
The mist hangs low on BenNevis' crown
Where heather blooms and thistles touch the ground
Myfather's plaid still smells of peat and rain
As I walk roads where clansmen once remained
The factory smoke now stains the Scottish sky
Where golden eagles used to freely fly
The English tongue speaks laws inGlasgow's streets
While Gaelic slowly fades in silent defeats
Deep lochs and mountains high, where eagles fly up to sky
Why must our spirit die, against the modern sway?
The bagpipes cry through glens, to make their mournful sound
While promises still strong, the vows of old still on
I remember well theClearance's cruel hand
When landlords stole our precious land
We sailed away to foreign shores
Leaving empty homes and bolted doors
Now tourists come to see our" quaint" old ways
In museums where our heritage displays
They like buy tartan all made in foreign lands
While the empty bothies turn to useless sands
Deep lochs and mountains high, where eagles fly up to sky
Why must our spirit die, against the modern sway?
The bagpipes cry through glens, to make their mournful sound
While promises still strong, the vows of old still on
But in my heart the fire still burns
ForScotland's freedom it still yearns
Though factories rise and traditions fade
Our spirit never shall be betrayed
The lone piper plays on Castle Hill
His melody the highlands fill
Though times may change and years may pass
True Scottish hearts forever last
