Glenurquhart Time Team Songs

Local song inspired by the life lived in the glen THE OLD MANS SONG  

• O farewell to the hills where once happy in youth I wandered at leisure no care in this earth When fleet then of foot over hills and ore burn With rod or with rifle as fancy would turn No more will I climb to suidh goraman west
• The March or Creich the lochs I love best No more with quick fingers the line will I ply Now all that I look ats the hills and the sky
• As I sit on my seat by the side of the door I fancy im seeing the deer of Cairn more The stag as he drives his heard down below With October winds to carry the first flacks of snow
• But now my breath is growing short like my step Only memory stays of the sports I love best So if you must wander and if you must roam You will find heaven in these hills we call home