Ghosts of Culloden

Can you hear them?
Can you see them
Marching proudly across the moor?

Hear the wind blow
Through the drifting snow,
Tell me can you see them
The ghosts of Culloden?

Many bravely fought,
Sadly they were slain,
But they died with such pride & dignity,
Their lives were not in vain.

We still remember them,
They fought to save their land,
And died for liberty.

Through the mist you hear
A lonely piper play.
Listen carefully, you'll hear a mournful cry.

Swords and bayonets crash
As man to man they clash.
They came to fight to live and now they die.

Can you hear them?
Can you see them
Marching proudly across the moor?

Hear the wind blow
Through the drifting snow,
Tell me can you see them,
The ghosts of Culloden?

~~ Isla Grant ~~