Glasgow 1877-Tuomas Holopainen

Glasgow 1877 - Tuomas Holopainen I remember it as if it was yesterday My papa took me to see the ancestral home of our clan The desolate castle on Dismal Downs abandoned since the 17th century Now inhabited by no-one but golden eagles in its turrets and Ptarmigan & grouse in the heather o' the clan cemetery In this sight of former glory, of ochre grass and bracken Sadness and hop, this is where I begin my story Rannoch moor, 1877, the eve of my 10th birthday Tha 'n sgeul ag aiseig bu bráth Toirt taic bho tiotain a tha gar deanamh mar a tha sinn Tha 'n sgeul ag aiseig bu bráth Toirt taic bho tiotain a tha gar deanamh mar a tha sinn Tha 'n sgeul ag aiseig bu bráth Toirt taic bho tiotain a tha gar deanamh mar a tha sinn Howls on the moors Dreams of sailing all seas Call of the hills And a fiddle of farewell