I pished into the mist and saw two gnarled and craggy men They were battle scarred and weary, they'll never fight again Once raw and bitter enemies, these fearsome Highland lords They've done with all the feuding, and put away their swords A holy stone on sacred land A legend in the glen of Creag an Tuirc They placed their weapons on the ground, set them softly in the moss One upon the other, chipped and laid across The futile bloody memories of all o' that and more Those brave and ancient clansmen had done with making war A holy stone on sacred land Buried in the glen of Creag an Tuirc In the day, it was man to man Eye to eye and hand to hand Die with honour or live with heart Every man stood up to play his part A skirling whiff of danger brought a glint into their eyes Marauders and intruders, the old men slowly rise With claymores at the ready, they'll no' be having that Once again they will be fighting, but now it's back-to-back A holy stone on sacred land Forever in the glen of Creag an Tuirc
