Beyond Culloden

They whisper down across the field,
The winds above Culloden–
They say the names of all the dead,
The highlanders and Englishmen
Who faced the day to prove their stead
To clan and king and countrymen–
Those brave souls at Culloden.

 

So clean and cold and silent are
The plains along Culloden–
They stretch beneath the morning star,
Beyond the graves, beyond the Nairn,
To peaceful glens and fields afar,
Even beyond the Clava Cairn–
Eternal is Culloden.

 

For every soul who’s dared to live
For love beyond Culloden–
Know every blade of grass can serve
To remind to all that they must earn
Their place before themselves they give
To love beyond Culloden.

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