Culloden's Harvest Songtext
von Déanta

Cold the winds on the moors blow
Warm the enemy′s fire glows
Black the harvest of Culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
'Twas love of our prince drove us on to Drumossie
But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell
The flower of our country lay scorched by an army
As ruthless and red as the embers of hell
Cold the winds on the moors blow
Warm the enemy′s fire glows
Black the harvest of Culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
Red Campbell the fox did the work of the English
Macdonald in anger did no work at all


With musket and canon against honour and courage
The invaders' men stood while our clansmen did fall
Cold the winds on the moors blow
Warm the enemy's fire glows
Black the harvest of Culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
Now mothers and children are left to their weeping
With only the memory of father and son
Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers
The blackest of hours on this land has begun
Cold the winds on the moors blow
Warm the enemy′s fire glows
Black the harvest of Culloden
Pain and fear and death grow