3 acessos
Doun Coullin's peaks the night is sailin
The banshee crouns her note o wailin
Bit my blue een wi sorrow are streamin
For him that will never return - MacCrimmon
No more, no more, no more forever
In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon
Till daws the great day o dule an burnin
MacCrimmon is home no more returnin
The breeze on the braes is mournfully moanin
The brook in the hallow is plaintively mournin
Bit my blue een wi sorrow are streamin
For him that will never return - MacCrimmon
No more, no more, no more forever
In war nor in peace shall return MacCrimmon
Till daws the great day o dule an burnin
MacCrimmon is home no more returnin