Few Scottish Song Lyrics
when the night is falling
the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.
in gallant fame,
my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.
in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines from fair maiden's eyes.
in gallant fame etc.
off in sunlit places,
are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the Kiss Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.
in gallant fame etc.
An ancient pipe tune and stirring words from the heart of Scotland.
And it's Westering home, and a song in the air,
in the eye, and it's goodbye to care.
o' love, and a welcoming there,
of my heart, my own one.
me 0' lands o' the Orient gay,
o' the riches and joys 0' Cathay;
but it's grand to be wakin' ilk day
find yourself nearer to Isla.
And it's Westering home etc.
are the folk like the folk o' the west?
and couthy, and kindly, the best.
I would hie me and there I would rest
hame wi' my ain folk in Isla.
And it's Westering home etc. -
Home) Here we have an indication of the pull of the old Countryon
these who have left, and the joy of returning.
End of the Road
road thro' life is a long, long road,
with joys and sorrows too,
you journey on how your heart will yearn
the things most dear to you.
wealth and love 'tis so,
But onward we must go.
Keep right on to the end of the road,
Keep right on to the end,
the way be long, let your heart be strong,
right on round the bend.
you're tired and weary still journey on,
you come to your happy abode,
all the love you've been dreaming of
be there at the end of the road.
a big stout heart to a long steep hill,
may get there with a smile,
a good kind thought and an end in view,
may cut short many a mile.
let courage ev'ry day
Be your guiding star alway.
Keep right on etc.
End of the Road) This
song is probably the most popular of all the songs ,written and
sung by Sir Harry Lauder both at home and in the countries he
are my Mountains
fame and for fortune I wandered the earth
And now I've come back to the land of my birth
I've brought back my treasures but only to find
They're less than the pleasures I first left behind
these are my mountains and this is my glen
The braes of my childhood will know me again
No land's ever claimed me tho' far I did roam
For these are my mountains and I'm going home
(last) and I have come home
burn by the road sings at my going by
The whaup averhead wings with welcoming cry
loch where the scart flies at last I can see
It's here that my heart lies it's here I'll be free
faces will meet me and welcome me in
And how they will greet me my ain kith and kin
The night round the ingle old sangs will be sung
At last I'll be hearing my ain mother tongue.