Oh how peaceful is the glen 
gentle the breeze 
as it whispers through the stones 
and the trees
But how quickly it can change 
and now the wind is blowing 
shadows flicker on the wall 
as the last embers are glowing
Something's stirring in the night 
unrest is the welling 
in unsuspecting sleepers dream 
no ill foretelling
But some never wakened from those dreams 
some never saw the face of danger 
and others perished at the hands 
of someone who was no stranger
Now the sun is setting low 
the glen lies sleeping 
in the shadows dark and cold 
someone is weeping
But the sun will rise again 
in all the hills and all the rivers 
and the spirit of the glen 
will live forever 
and the spirit of the glen 
will live forever