Highland Prophecy
Highland Prophecy Lyrics
1. The Cuillins of Rhum
Soon shall I see thy bright shores in the sunlight
The heather of hills and the rising of morn
The rolling grey sea mist rolls east in the morning
To run the wild hills of the Cuillins of Rum

Far away seaward thy green hills are love lit
Where runs the hill water a foam to the sea
Like tangle at noontime, like snow wreath in moonlight
As thou who art yearning will yearn it to be

Far away seaward my Queenland, my youthland
Far away seaward the Cuillins of home
And here in my dream time I'm hearing hill water
The laughter of streams by the Cuillins of Rum


2. The Miner's Song
No, you won't catch me down underground in your mines
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine
Down in the ground where the sun never shines.
No, you won't catch me down underground in your mines

Well they work in the dark for the most of their lives,
Away from their children, away from their wives.
To make others rich in the heat and the dark.
Ah, but whose going to care when you're too old to work?

There's many a miner has died underground.
Died all alone when the roof tumbled down.
Or crushed out his life underneath the great beams.
Or buried while blasting a lousy coal seam.

I've worked in your factories, I've worked on your farms,
Until all of the muscles stood out on my arms.
I've been in your armies and I've been out to sea,
But, by Christ you won't make a coal miner of me!


3. My Dear and Only Love
My dear and only Love, I pray, this noble world of thee
Be govern'd by no other sway, but purest monarchy;
For if confusion have a part, which virtuous souls abhor,
And hold a meeting in thy heart; I'll never love thee more.

Like Alexander I will reign, and I will reign alone,
My thoughts shall evermore disdain a rival on my throne.
He either fears his fate too much, or his deserts are small,
Who does not put it to the touch to win or lose it all.

If in the empire of thy heart, where I should solely be,
Another do pretend a part and dares to vie with me;
Or if committees thou erect, and go on such a score,
I'll sing and laugh at thy neglect, and never love thee more.

But if thou wilt be constant then, and faithful of thy word,
I'll make thee glorious by my pen and famous by my sword:
I'll serve thee in such noble ways was never heard before;
I'll crown and deck thee with garlands, and love thee evermore.

Words: James Graham, Marquis of Montrose (1612-1650)
©2007 Music: Douglas McLean

4. Old Scotia
Though murky thy glens, where the wolf prowled of yore,
And craggy thy mountains, where cataracts roar,
The race of old Alba, when danger was nigh,
For thee stood resolved still to conquer or die.

I love yet to roam where the beacon-light rose,
Where echoed thy slogan, or gathered thy foes,
While forth rushed thy heroic sons to the fight,
Opposing the stranger who came in his might.

I love yet to roam o'er each field of thy fame,
Where valour has gained thee a glorious name;
I love where the cairn or the cromlach is made,
To ponder, for low there the mighty are laid.

Were these fallen heroes to rise from their graves
They might deem us cowards; they might deem us slaves;
But let a foe face thee, raise fire on each hill,
Thy sons, my dear Scotia, will fight for thee still!

I 've loved thee, old Scotia, and love thee I will,
Till the heart that now beats in my own breast is still.
My forefathers loved thee, for often they drew
Their swords in defense of thy banners of blue;

Words: Joseph Train (1779-1852)
©2007 Music: Douglas McLean
(Additional words by Douglas McLean)

5. Ship of Dreams
Come, go with me over the sea where we'll be so happy
Land, fair and free is waiting for you and our young family

You're now with child, wait here on Skye, I'll return in a while
We'll build a life far from the strife on this dark misty isle.

I see the ships are leaving, the wind is blowing, the seas are heaving
Dreams of the new land fill all my nights now

They've gone away, I wait here each day on a hill o'er the bay
For his return and my new life in the land for which I yearn

The babe passed away, a year to the day that the ship sailed away
With all my hopes and my new life just a faded memory

I see the waves are crashing, the wind is roaring, the lightning flashing
Dreams of the new land sink with my heart now

The years roll on by, I wait here on Skye though I know...
Watching the sea for my ship of dreams to come sailing back to me

Come, go with me over the sea where we'll be so happy
Land, fair and free is waiting for you and our young family

© Copyright 2005: Words and Music: Douglas McLean

6. Mo Shuil A'd Dheidh
Ochòin! Mo chailin, 's mo shùil a'd dhéigh;
A chailin, mo chailin, 's mo shùil a'd dhéigh;
A Lili, mo Lili, 's mo shùil a'd dhéigh;
Cha léir dhomh am bealach le sileadh nan deur.

Gu'n d' éirich mi mochthrath maduinn an dé,
'S gu'n ghearr mi'n ear-thalmhainn do bhrìgh mo sgéil;
An dùil gu'm faicinn-sa rùn mo chléibh;
Ochòin! Gu'm facas, 's a cùlaobh rium féin.

Na'm bitheadh siod agam, mo lùgh 's mo leum,
Mi'm shuidhe aig bealach 's mo chù air éill,
Gu'n deanainn-sa cogadh gu làidir treun
Mu'n leiginn mo leannan le fear tha do'n ghréin.

O! Chan eil uiseag 's na speuraibh àrd,
No ian anns an doire d'am b'eòl mo ghràdh
Nach eil nis ri tuireadh a dh' oidhche 's a là.
O'n chualas gu'n ghlacadh mo chailin air làmh.


7. The Ballad of Red Hector
Ho horo bhi ho
Hug io horo
Ho horo bhi ho
Ho horo hi o
Hug io horo

Ho horo bhi ho
Hug io horo
Ho horo bhi ho
Ho horo hi o
Hug io horo
© 2009: Music: Douglas McLean

8. Shadows
The olden times have passed away and weary are the new
And the fair White Rose has faded in the garden where it grew

Fitting for the throne less exile is the atmosphere of gloom
And the gusty winds that shiver 'neath the tapestry in the room

Begging for alms and depending on a false and foreign court
Jostled by flouting nobles, half their pity, half their sport.

The olden times have passed away and weary are the new
And the fair White Rose has faded in the garden where it grew

Let the shadows gather 'round me while I sit in silence here
Broken-hearted as an orphan watching for his father dear

Bitter tears and sobs of anguish unavailing though they be
Oh, the brave - the brave and noble that have died in vain for me.

The olden times have passed away and weary are the new
And the fair White Rose has faded in the garden where it grew

Words: Prince Charles Edward Stuart (1720-1788)
©2006 Music: Douglas McLean

9. Daydreams
The warm summer sunshine plays its melody
And the breeze in the meadow sings to me
My heart softly beating in time with the song
To the Lady my daydreams belong

The lark serenades me in sweet harmony
And the trees gather 'round for company
The soft streaming sunlight inspires this song
To the Lady my daydreams belong

Yes, a man may have but one true love
Though he may live without the one he's dreaming of
Her memory haunts me wherever I roam
And this feeling keeps calling me home

I never may know love from my Lady fair
For my dreams are like castles in the air
My own heart's desire created this song
To the Lady my daydreams belong

The shadows grow longer as evening draws nigh
And the geese chase the clouds across the sky
My footsteps point home as I'm singing the song
To the Lady my daydreams belong

And this feeling keeps calling me home
And this feeling keeps calling me home...

Music © Rod Paul: Klub Records - "Miss Lynn Morrison"
Words © 2007 Douglas McLean - "Daydreams"

10. Lochaber No More
Oh why should the hills last, that never were young
Unperishing stars in the heavens be hung
Be constant the seasons, undying the stream
And he that was gallant be gone like a dream

The fish will come back from the deeps of the sea
The bird from the wilderness back to the tree
The flowers to the mountain and tides to the shore
But he will return to Lochaber no more

Lochaber farewell
Farewell to the glen
Lochaber no more!
Lochaber no more!

Brave songs will be sung in lands of the West
But he will be silent who sang them the best
The dance will be waiting, the pipes will implore
But he will return to Lochaber no more

Child of the forest profound is your sleep
Lochaber that loves you awakes but to weep
In vain when the spring comes we look from the door
For he will return to Lochaber no more

Words: Neil Monro (1864-1930)
© 2006 Music: Douglas J. McLean

11. Highland Prophecy
Legends still speak of the Brahan Seer
Who foretold Culloden's death and fear
And the demise of the Highland way of life

One day only sheep shall rule the Highlands
Our people driven o'er boundless oceans
To distant places with death and danger rife

A great black horse without bridle or reins
Shall run forth throughout the Glens
Pulling carriages and belching fire and steam

The crofters working upon the soil
Shall be removed from all their toil
With black rain falling down endlessly

When men can walk from France to England
Then home rule shall return to Scotland
And independence will come back again

When all these things have come to pass
The prophecy will come at last
The child of the Gael will return again

There lies a wound down in your soul
That will not heal, the scar is old
And time has blown the seeds so far away

Deep in your heart there's a fire burning
And deeper still a mournful yearning
For a land that lives, forever and a day

Where the eagles cry and the mountains sigh
O'er the world we roam, for a place called home

© 2006 Words and Music: Douglas McLean

12. Light of Home
Are you not weary in your distant places, far, far from Scotland of mist and storm?
In sultry airs, the sun smile on your faces, the calm days so long and warm?
All around you lie the strange fields sleeping, the dreary woods where no fond memories roam,
Do not your sad hearts o-er seas come leaping to the highlands and the lowlands of home?

Wild cries the winter, loud through our valleys, the midnights roar, the grey noons echo back;
About the scalloped coasts the eager galleys, sail for kind harbours from horizons black:

Let torrents pour then, let the great winds rally, snow silent fall, or lightning blast the pine;
That light of Home shines warmly in the valley, and, exiled son of Scotland, it is thine.
Far have you wandered over seas of longing, and now you ponder, and now you may weep,
When all the fond memories are recalling of this old country where your fathers sleep.

They sleep, but still the hearth is warmly glowing, while the wild winter blusters round their land:
That light of Home, the wind so bitter blowing, look and listen, do you understand?
Love, strength, and tempest, come back and share them!  Here is the cottage, here the open door;
Fond are our hearts although we don't bare them, they're yours, and you are ours for evermore.
They're yours, and you are ours for evermore…

Outro - Highland Laddie…

Words: Neil Monro (1864-1930)
© 2006 Music: Douglas J. McLean