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