Battlefield band

A mile frae Pentcaitland, on the road to the sea Stands a yew tree a thousand years old And the old women swear by the grey o' their hair That it knows what the future will hold For the shadows of...

When the clouds desert the sky, when the rainbows lose their color, when the snow falls warm and dry, then will I love no more, love no more. When the birds refuse to fly, when the streams restrain...

Once there was a shepherd lad, kept sheep upon the hill An he's laid his pipe and his crook aside, and there he's slept his fill He woke up on a riverbank on a fine May morning And there he spied a...

There were three ladies played at ba' Hey wi' the rose and the linsey o But a knight came by, played o'er them a' Doon by the greenwood sidey o This knight bowed low tae a' the three Hey wi' the rose...