The Pipes Are Calling

Oh, the pipes - oh, the pipes - they are calling me home-
To a castle that stands high on a hill.
How I long to see that place - feel the warm sun on my face -
For I'm tired of this valley and its chill.

And from the tower room you can smell the heather bloom -
And can watch the falcon racing through the sky -
And my heart longs to stroll through the heather on the knoll-
And my soul with the falcon longs to fly.

Oh, the pipes - oh, the pipes - they are calling me home -
To a place where the crystal waters flow.
Our time is at an end, fare thee well my dearest friends.
Now, smile once more for me before I go.

Oh, the pipes - oh, the pipes - they are calling me home -
Though I go, there is no cause to grieve.
For my friends, I am not dead - I have only gone ahead -
For to each will come the time when they must leave.

I shall wait for you all within the castle hall -
Where the bards will sing our valiant deeds.
With a fire in the grate, and food on every plate -
And every goblet filled with honey-mead.

Oh, the pipes - oh, the pipes - they are calling me home -
To a place where the crystal waters flow.
My time with you is done - a new journey I've begun-
But listen, for I'm whistlin' as I go--

Listen, for I'm whistlin' as I go ----------------