Cauld winter was howlin', o'er moor and o'er mountain And wild was the surge, on the dark rolling sea. When just about daybreak, I met a...

I don't know if you can see the changes that have come over me In these last few days I've been afraid that I might drift away So I've...

There's thunder clouds Round the hometown bay As I walk out in the rain Through the sepia showers And the photoflood days I caught a...

Well, how'd you do, Private William Mcbride? Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside? I'll rest here awhile in the warm summer...

Come by the hills to a land where fancy is free And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs reach the sea Where the rivers run...