| Lyrics: | Mist upon the hill can remember murder,
Mist upon the hill that once flowed with
blood,
Helped to cover up an approaching army,
Hid the killing lust in the eyes of
men.
Sitting by the fire was a sentry sleeping,
Rolled up in their beds were children
that play,
Unsuspecting what was to fall upon them,
None of them would see the dawn next
day.
Bloody were the blades that fell on children,
Hate the blinding light tried to
kill a name,
The mountains only know all the souls that died there,
Glen Coe from that day
can recall the shame.
The quiet of the night never gave them warning,
The silence of
the hills wouldn't let them know,
They'd never rise again on a mist filled morning,
Never
see the sunrise above Glen Coe. |
