Tom ElliottVerse 1
Oh the mist rolls in from the western sea,
And the heather blooms on the moor,
Where the stag runs free and the pipers be,
Near the old stone croft by the shore.
Chorus
Sing aye, sing oh, for the braes o’ Glenfinnan,
Where the winds cry tales o’ the clans long gone.
Raise your glass to the stars that shimmer,
And the heart that beats wi’ a Highland song.
Verse 2
My bonnie lass wore a tartan sash,
And her eyes were wild as the tide,
She danced by the fire in the moon’s soft flash,
Till the dawn bade her dreams to bide.
Chorus
Sing aye, sing oh, for the braes o’ Glenfinnan,
Where the winds cry tales o’ the clans long gone.
Raise your glass to the stars that shimmer,
And the heart that beats wi’ a Highland song.
Verse 3
Now I roam far lands wi’ a soldier’s pack,
But my soul stays close to the glen,
For I hear the pipes and I won’t turn back,
Till I walk those hills again.
Chorus
Sing aye, sing oh, for the braes o’ Glenfinnan,
Where the winds cry tales o’ the clans long gone.
Raise your glass to the stars that shimmer,
And the heart that beats wi’ a Highland song.
Outro (optional spoken or sung softly)
So let the loch reflect the sky,
And the eagle soar on high,
For the land I love will never die—
In the braes o’ Glenfinnan.
