Celtic

Celtic Blood

Across the purple mountain,
Deep in the shady glen,
The stirring of the music,
Lifts my heart again.

The clans they are a' calling,
Cross the water, cross the sea,
Calling to the warriors,
Calling out to me.

The years are stripped away,
With battles fresh in our eyes,
Once more to walk the heather,
Once again to hear the cries.

On Highland turf I walk again,
In the land where the eagles soar,
The celtic power calls to me,
To return to the purple moor.

Welsh, Irish and Scottish,
Were driven from their lands,
Beaten, but never defeated,
By the English hands.

Proud foot will walk the land,
Of our fathers again some day,
Free as the wind,
We will soon have our say.

No longer forced back,
By the pages of history,
Soon we will take our place,
The races of myth and mystery.

10.30pm 8.2.97
Steve Jones