Minstrel's song

one autumn's eve
but a chill on the breeze
swells through valley
blowing and blowing
the ring of the pipes
how it cuts through the night
sounding the call o'er the brae
and it's calling the young men away

one by one they rise
rub the sleep from their eyes
guided by candlelight
glowing and glowing
she bids him good-bye
with her bright dewy eyes
wishing her lover to stay
but the poor soldier marches away

mountains rise
and mountains fall
yield to the river's
flowing and flowing
it carries them down
both great and small
washing the sorrows away
washing the memories away

wildflowers sing
with the rapture of spring
they burst from the morning frost
growing and growing
and speckle and dot
now and overgrown plot
in the field where the children would play
now the blossoms look down where they lay

mountains rise
and mountains fall
yield to the river's
flowing and flowing
it carries them down
both great and small
over and under
come tumbling down
washing the memories away