A Highland Lament

We are sorrow's children Torn from Alba's womb A reflection Of fallen martyrs The lifeblood Of this land The lifeblood Of this land We are sorrow's children Torn from Alba's womb We are sorrow's children Torn from Alba's womb We are the mountains Of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora And darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes In the breeze The fallen leaves Of Autumn Withering away We are sorrow's children Torn from Alba's womb A reflection of fallen martyrs The lifeblood of this land We are the mountains of heather And the desolate moorland below Aurora and darkness The pathos of the afterglow We are the forsaken Ancient echoes in the breeze The fallen leaves of Autumn Withering away END