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For glory and fame I wandered the Earth |
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And now I've come back to the place of my birth |
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Where shadows turn human see mountain streams |
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Ghosts of buried centuries in my shattered dreams |
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Wild winds, heavy rain |
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Benaeth Scottish skies |
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Sad faces, bloody reigns |
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But shining eyes |
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I play the tunes for my brothers and Glen |
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The woods of my childhood call me again |
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For the colours of freedom so far I did roam |
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Cause I'm the piper and I coming home |
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The sound of the drums from the hills far away |
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Like a thunder they roar and call me to stay |
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As a sailor a soldier as a brave true ancient Scot |
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I play tunes for the freedom for a life full of rock |
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Wild winds, heavy rain |
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Benaeth Scottish skies |
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Sad faces, bloody reigns |
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But shining eyes |
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I play the tunes for my brothers and Glen |
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The woods of my childhood call me again |
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For the colours of freedom so far I did roam |
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Cause I'm the piper and I coming home |
