When he was almost dead
But was to survive
Oh Skotty was alive
As much as blood was read.

He slapped the tyrant's face
He couldn't stay
He ran away
Oh Skotty left no trace

And so he ran to the woods
Home he found
That wild ground
Gave him all kinds of goods.

And then there in time came
Children of moon
And soon
Skotty had a big fame.

Together they've built a tower.
There was freedom
And no boredom
Oh Skotty hade the highest pover.

Oh Skotty's tower reached the sky.
And there they live
They will not leave
The home was beautiful and high.

And their tiny kingdom stands.
Free folks they're called
And none they ever hold
Each one wears freedom's brands.

I would live there with pleasure
But I'm to old
And I'm so cold
I'm destined for another treasure.