Capercaillie What I Would Like Is To Be At Peace With You
The brother nearest to you
Was watching you in your agony
It was going up the brae
That they caught up with my darling
It was when climbing the garden wall
That my love gave the first shout
The oldest brother said
'Engrage the knives'
The youngest brother said
My curses on my sister
Golden girl of the white fair hair
It was she told my brothers.
CHORUS AGAIN
