Two men came to your ha' door And you did not let them in And you did not care What had brought them there They were bones covered ower wi' skin
And when you looked again, they were five and ten All sighing a sorrowful sound Did you hear the knell Of the warning bell Or the howl of a hunting hound?
Then a hundred more came to your door A-mutterin' and a-makin' their mane Still you scorned at the skaith You were aye sick-laith To keep them fae the wind and rain
As the night's grew long, did you hear the throng Roar like a ralliach tide? Through the rising flood Did you hear your own blood Or the sound of a tear not cried?
They will wait no more at your ha' door For their waiting days are done And there's no lock nor key That can hold back the sea There's no chains on the rising sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
