Highland Boy - The Stone Coyotes

Through a field there ran a brook

From the hills beyond

Where a boy put down his book

And from me now is gone

I am reminded of him here

Where rain on heather falls

The pages scattered on the banks

Since first he heard the call

«Arise, arise, and come away

You are our pride and joy

The drums shall roll and the pipes shall play

For our highland boy»

He sailed on ships and loved a wife

Children played upon his knee

He read the story of his life

That told his destiny

And when in Death’s cold eyes he looked

He bravely faced the foe

And through his heart there ran the brook

He followed long ago

And so we laid him to his rest

We laid him gently down

We heard Scotland’s bonnie drums

And there was glory in the ground

The field shall be his blanket warm

The stars his diadem

The hills shall stand his honor guard

And the pipes his requiem