Piper of the Glen.
Auld langs syne caress,
Here my soul, I confess.
With pipes and sweet symphony,
My heart strings he, can address,
Unwind all, my doubts and stress.
Danny boy, in fields of Athenry,
All the glen, beyond I spy.
Where pipes kindle, feelings new,
And on the timeless clouds I fly,
Along bonnie bonnie banks, of Loch Lommond high.
Beckoning me, into a dreamlike state,
I meet my maker, and my fate.
Now the pipes cannot stop at all,
This time it's final, I won't be late,