Robert of Callander

Robert of Callander
the time it has come
for you to take flight
but where will you run..
~*~
"Come south" breathes the southern breeze
soft whispers in the trembling trees
"whatever are your deeds and crimes
take refuge in my warmer climes"

The east wind countered with a gust
"my way will save you come you must
bear my cold and feel my blast
and I will hide you till the last"

The west wind from the ocean blew
"come out to me my word is true
and out amongst the rocky isles
I'll hide your guilt and life so vile.."

The Northern Wind did ponder long
then gave it's thoughtful blast of song
"Journey to my mountains dread
your crimes has left so many dead"

"my welcome here of stone and cold
lost soul in my srong hand I'll hold
the time for you to pay is nigh
head north into my hills so high"

And north Black Robert chose to go
with tense remorse and full of woe
up into heather wind and rain
never was he seen again

But on the ***** of steep Ben Loyal
you'll find a hidden rocky mound
to reach it takes some sweat and toil
and there Black Robert may be found