 
SCOTLAND THE BRAVEHark when the night is falling I hear the pipes are calling Loudly and proudly calling Down thro' the glen. There where the hills are sleeping Now feel the blood a-leaping High as the spirits of The old Highland men. Towering in gallant fame Scotland my mountain home High may your proud standards Gloriously wave. Land of my high endeavour Land of the shining silver Land of my heart forever Scotland the Brave. High in the misty Highlands Out by the purple islands Brave are the hearts that beat Beneath Scottish skies. Wild are the winds to meet you Staunch are the friends that greet you Kind as the love that shines From fair maidens eyes 
To many people, hearing the sounds of the pipes off in the distance conjures up many images in our minds.....a lonely piper on a cliff playing to the colors of a beautiful setting sun.....the sight of children lined up along the streets waving flags as the reverberations of the pipes and drums echo between the buildings....and sadly, to some, the memories of a fallen comrade.Yes, the pipes are all of these. They are steeped in tradition and bring a charge of emotion to our hearts.
If you are an Anderson like my Daddy ~You can research your clan here ~  A black Labrador who lives in Renfrewshire, Scotland ~  |
