Brutal Attack In The Hearts Of Highland Men
Where the royal stag once stood so proud, and the
bagpipes played free and loud. The kilt and claymore
were worn with pride, the clans gathered on the cold
mountainside.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars - In the hearts of
highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In
the hearts of highland men. The voice of Wallace it
still roars - In the hearts of highland men, among the
mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland
men.
This is the story of one brave man, who’s life was
given to free his land. A man who’s name is now spoken
with pride, as the clans gather on the cold
mountainside.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars - In the hearts of
highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In
the hearts of highland men. The voice of Wallace it
still roars - In the hearts of highland men, among the
mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland
men.
From Scotland’s battle fields to the gates of York, for
his people he gallantly fought. The blood stained
heather now calls his name, William Wallace, you did
not die in vain.
Where the royal stag once stood so proud, and the
bagpipes played free and loud. The kilt and claymore
were worn with pride, the clans gathered on the cold
mountainside.
Yet still my lonely spirit soars - In the hearts of
highland men, among the mountains and the glens - In
the hearts of highland men. The voice of Wallace it
still roars - In the hearts of highland men, among the
mountains and the glens - In the hearts of highland
men.
