Oh how peaceful is the glen gentle the breeze as it whispers through the stones and the trees But how quickly it can change and now the wind is blowing shadows flicker on the wall as the last embers are glowing Something's stirring in the night unrest is the welling in unsuspecting sleepers dream no ill foretelling But some never wakened from those dreams
some never saw the face of danger and others perished at the hands of someone who was no stranger Now the sun is setting low the glen lies sleeping in the shadows dark and cold someone is weeping But the sun will rise again in all the hills and all the rivers and the spirit of the glen will live forever and the spirit of the glen will live forever