Sacred Land

I pished into the mist

And saw two gnarled and craggy men

They were battle scarred and weary

They'll never fight again

Once raw and bitter enemies

These fearsome Highland lords

They've done with all the feuding

And put away their swords

A holy stone

On sacred land

A legend in the glen of Creag an Tuirc

They placed their weapons

On the ground

And set them softly in the moss

One upon the other

Chipped and laid across

The futile bloody memories

Of all o' that and more

Those brave and ancient clansmen

Had done with making war

A Holy stone

On sacred land

Buried in the glen of Creag an Tuirc

In the day

It was man to man

Eye to eye

And hand to hand

Die with honour

Or live with heart

Every man

Stood up to play his part

A skirling whiff of danger

Brought a glint into their eyes

Marauders and intruders

The old men slowly rise

With claymores at the ready

They'll no' be having that

Once again they will be fighting

But now it's back-to-back

A Holy stone

On sacred land

Forever in the glen of Creag an Tuirc