r2vyln3rdioj14u-rld0ska where mountains meet the sea: The Exile

The Exile

He came in the mist of a cold winter's morning
Down from his horse and he knocked on the door
The eyes that looked out they were darkened by terror
He could see on his face the ill tidings he bore

It is not my will but the will of the master
Your thatch will be burned if you be not away
By sundown this evening with all your possessions
To find a new home ere the breaking of day

For these are my orders, the stones must be scattered
The white coated sheep now must rule in the Glen
No room now for pity for mothers or children
The lusting of gold is the target of men

But where can we go, those who've never known other
Than the Glens of our birth neath the high mountain snow
To cross the wild ocean would tear at our half boots
But fate has decreed it, it must be so

Across the wild sea we must go for our lives now
To build a new home on the far distant shore
But ever and ever the heartbeats are Highland
And to sigh for the Glens that will see us no more

But fate is not heartless and new hearts are kindly
A fragment of Scotland will ever remain
Though oceans divide us our children will span them
And stand in the thyme and the heather again

But fate is not heartless and new hearts are kindly
A fragment of Scotland will ever remain
Though oceans divide us our children will span them
And stand in the thyme and the heather again

(MacGregor/Menzies)

4 comments:

Ekanthapadhikan said...

What can I say about this? "Very much captivating" is all I could think of for now.

By the way, did you take that pic.?

ER said...

Thank you, i'm glad you enjoyed it. Yes, i took this photo as i did all the others here(with the exception of the one on my profile which my dad took). I like experimenting with various photo-editing techniques, especially textures.

Sunny said...

I find your picture intriguing. The emptiness of the building and the leafless trees seem to go together.
Sunny :)

ER said...

It's winter all the time in the 'cleared' landscapes of the Highlands and Islands, Sunny. Empty, leafless, lifeless... There's a palpable melancholy amongst the ruins of those once thriving communities. Here's a website for information on the Highland Clearances: http://www.theclearances.org/