Ancient Pipe Tune
Hark where the night is falling
Hark hear the pipes a calling
Loudly and proudly
Calling down thru the glen
There where the hills are sleeping;
Now feel the blood a leaping
High as the spirits of the old highland men
Chorus:
Towering in gallant fame
Scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards gloriously wave
Land of my high endeavor,
Land of the shining river
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the Brave
High in the misty mountains
Out by the purple highlands
Brave are the hearts
That beat beneath Scottish skies
Wild are the winds to meet you;
Staunch are the friends that greet you
Kind as the love that shines from fair maidens eye
Far-off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearnin' t'feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain!
Where tropic skies are beamin',
Love sets the heart a-dreamin',
Longin' and dreamin' for the homeland again!
Hot as a burning ember,
Flaming in bleak December
Burning within the hearts
Of clansmen afar!
Calling to home and fire,
Calling the sweet desire,
Shining a light that beckons from every star!
Performer(s) Christine the Good