Oh how peaceful is the glen
gentle the breeze
as it whispers through the stones
and the trees

But how quickly it can change
and now the wind is blowing
shadows flicker on the wall
as the last embers are glowing

Something's stirring in the night
unrest is the welling
in unsuspecting sleepers dream
no ill foretelling

But some never wakened from those dreams
some never saw the face of danger
and others perished at the hands
of someone who was no stranger

Now the sun is setting low
the glen lies sleeping
in the shadows dark and cold
someone is weeping

But the sun will rise again
in all the hills and all the rivers
and the spirit of the glen
will live forever
and the spirit of the glen
will live forever