Testo Cawdor And Widdershins

(Chorus:) Cold wind 'cross Cawdor's keep won't waken wild John's sleep repeat Wild places, dark scree faces the stag's roar, by Cawdor sounds the rut's strathspey. White snow sky, corbies hard cry Red Grouse call, come nightfall send the day away! (Chorus) Highland hunting tower, guards the glen, Banquo's spirit power stalks the night again, at Cawdor, Cawdor, Cawdor. Grey geese skein, song to dead thane His pibroch "The Quiet Loch" rises on the mist. Cruel Claymore, bloodshed, clan war. No reprieving, cattle rieving, avenged with the dirk's twist. (Chorus)