Piper of the Glen.

 

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,

When I meet the piper of the pearly gate.