8 July 2012
A folky number about the highland clearances. -------------
Mother nursing her first born son a love so deep and true. Menfolk fight to save their land under a banner of blue.
Don't cry baby boy Although our lands destroyed For I will lay down my own life So someday you'll have joy.
The village burns down to the ground the streams are running red. The battle rages on nearby husbands and sons are dead.
We ran, we fled in the dark of night said goodbye to kin. This cave is where we make our home till we return again. Our clan's future lies in your hands a hero they must heed. You will carry your father's flag upon a victor's steed.
Don't cry baby boy Although our lands destroyed For I will lay down my own life So someday you'll have joy.
Mother holds her baby close and offers up a prayer. Baby looks up to her eyes brightest blue so fair. The battles cries drawing close the smell of fire is near. No matter what the pain may be she'll protect what she holds dear.
Don't cry baby boy Although our lands destroyed For I will lay down my own life So someday you'll have joy.
Through the night she held him close safe in the arms of love. She thought of the men she would never see the men she was most proud of. She knew that one day this baby boy would grow to be a king. Lead his people back to their land with a victors song to sing.
My pride my baby boy Rebuild our lands destroyed For many laid down their own lives For this day of joy.
Baby King • Opuss № I