The thistle-down rises
On the north winds blast
Old Scotland calls the pipes
The pipes of Christmas past
Snow on the snow fleeced-land
Where the grouse run rich
With the golden-hare
Beyond the fox's cavern's lair
Beyond the Mull of Kintyre
Beyond the Irish Sea
The pagan wood and the pagan tree
Is the heart-world of Christianity?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem