"Farewel to the Highlands, farewell to the north. The birth-place of valor, the country of worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the highlands for ever I love"
Old days when will was to be strong, When mighty great lads fought as one Through standing stones on hills of trust Oh bonnie lasses wave goodbye Their men would seek the highland´s night to trap and kill the nobels´ knights Honourable brave clans Fills hearts with courage Running to be free Gathered upon brother's blade Bleeding swords, crimson tears They will never fear... Honourable brave clans Feels hearts with courage Running to be free Gathered upon brother's blade And they sealed their fate Dying or living, they always win The children of the mistTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
