Barbara Dickson - MacCrimmon's Lament lyrics

Doon Coolin's face the night is sailing, The banshee croons her note of wailing; My blue eyen wi' sorrow are streaming, For I noo will never return MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more MacCrimmon; In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon; Till dawns the sad day of doom and burning, MacCrimmon is home no more returning The breeze on the bray is mournfully moaning; The brook in the hallow is plaintively mourning; But my blue eyen with sorrow are streaming, For I noo will never return MacCrimmon No more, no more, no more MacCrimmon; In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon; Till dawns that great day of doom and burning, MacCrimmon is home no more returning