In a Glen far away
This Glen lies quite till this day
But not so long in the passed
Swords and shields they did clash
A claymore yielded hand held high
As this warrior shouts his last cry
Proud to be part of his clan
To drive these people from his land
The glen lies quite till this day
He did not drive them away
But proud of him that’s what we are
As we drive passed that Glen in our cars
Romantic settings hills stand high
With purple heather towards the sky
The piper plays his peebrock tune
Reminds us all of Brigadoon
Highland warrior man so brave
This Glen is your last resting place
The beauty that your land beholds
Touches us down to our souls
Chellaston
07 04 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem