Culloden's Harvest

Culloden's Harvest Lyrics

Song Culloden's Harvest
Artist Déanta
Album Ready for the Storm
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[00:00.00] 作曲 : McDonald
[00:29.88] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[00:36.37] Warm the enemy's fire glows.
[00:43.80] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[00:50.44] Pain and fear and death grow.
[00:59.66] 'Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie,
[01:05.05] But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell
[01:12.41] The flower of our country lay scorched by an army
[01:19.92] As ruthless and red as the embers of hell.
[01:28.82] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[01:35.31] Warm the enemy's fire glows.
[01:41.50] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[01:49.54] Pain and fear and death grow.
[02:12.59] Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English.
[02:19.05] McDonald in anger did no work at all.
[02:26.65] With musket and cannon against honour and courage.
[02:33.35] The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall.
[02:42.97] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[02:49.64] Warm the enemy's fire glows.
[02:56.20] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[03:04.93] Pain and fear and death grow.
[03:12.73] Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping,
[03:19.96] With only the memory of father and son.
[03:26.54] Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers,
[03:33.99] The blackest of hours on this land has begun.
[03:42.92] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[03:49.48] Warm the enemy's fire glows.
[03:56.13] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[04:03.85] Pain and fear and death grow.
[00:00.00] zuo qu : McDonald
[00:29.88] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[00:36.37] Warm the enemy' s fire glows.
[00:43.80] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[00:50.44] Pain and fear and death grow.
[00:59.66] ' Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie,
[01:05.05] But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell
[01:12.41] The flower of our country lay scorched by an army
[01:19.92] As ruthless and red as the embers of hell.
[01:28.82] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[01:35.31] Warm the enemy' s fire glows.
[01:41.50] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[01:49.54] Pain and fear and death grow.
[02:12.59] Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English.
[02:19.05] McDonald in anger did no work at all.
[02:26.65] With musket and cannon against honour and courage.
[02:33.35] The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall.
[02:42.97] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[02:49.64] Warm the enemy' s fire glows.
[02:56.20] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[03:04.93] Pain and fear and death grow.
[03:12.73] Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping,
[03:19.96] With only the memory of father and son.
[03:26.54] Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers,
[03:33.99] The blackest of hours on this land has begun.
[03:42.92] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[03:49.48] Warm the enemy' s fire glows.
[03:56.13] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[04:03.85] Pain and fear and death grow.
[00:00.00] zuò qǔ : McDonald
[00:29.88] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[00:36.37] Warm the enemy' s fire glows.
[00:43.80] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[00:50.44] Pain and fear and death grow.
[00:59.66] ' Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie,
[01:05.05] But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell
[01:12.41] The flower of our country lay scorched by an army
[01:19.92] As ruthless and red as the embers of hell.
[01:28.82] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[01:35.31] Warm the enemy' s fire glows.
[01:41.50] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[01:49.54] Pain and fear and death grow.
[02:12.59] Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English.
[02:19.05] McDonald in anger did no work at all.
[02:26.65] With musket and cannon against honour and courage.
[02:33.35] The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall.
[02:42.97] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[02:49.64] Warm the enemy' s fire glows.
[02:56.20] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[03:04.93] Pain and fear and death grow.
[03:12.73] Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping,
[03:19.96] With only the memory of father and son.
[03:26.54] Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers,
[03:33.99] The blackest of hours on this land has begun.
[03:42.92] Cold winds on the moors blow.
[03:49.48] Warm the enemy' s fire glows.
[03:56.13] Like the harvest of Culloden,
[04:03.85] Pain and fear and death grow.
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