"I remember it as if it was yesterday My papa took me to see the ancestral home of our clan The desolate castle on Dismal Downs, abandoned since the 17th century Now inhabited by no-one but golden eagles in its turrets and Ptarmigan & grouse in the heather o' the clan cemetery In this sight of former glory, of ochre gra** and bracken Sadness and hope, this is where I begin my story Rannoch moor, 1877, the eve of my 10th birthday..." Tha 'n sgeul ag aiseig bu bràth / Toirt taic bho tiotain a tha gar deanamh mar a tha sinn Howls on the moors Dreams of sailing all seas Call of the hills And a fiddle of farewell