The rain drizzles slowly down
And all is calm and still
Even the wind holding its breath
For the Piper on the hill.
As the clans have done for age
Tall and proud they stand
As the pipes begin to skirl
And music fills the land.
The world marches ever on
Beyond loch and beinn and sea
But here high above the glen
The Piper remains free.
All through the rain
The world around them still
For there can be no joy greater
For the Piper on the hill.
Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 12:14 PM UTC
The rain drizzles slowly down
And all is calm and still
Even the wind holding its breath
For the Piper on the hill.
As the clans have done for age
Tall and proud they stand
As the pipes begin to skirl
And music fills the land.
The world marches ever on
Beyond loch and beinn and sea
But here high above the glen
The Piper remains free.
All through the rain
The world around them still
For there can be no joy greater
For the Piper on the hill.