But when I'm sleeping i'm not dreaming, Since you're far away from me. Every song I hear is a sad song, Every word applies to me, Lonelieness is something I know about, Since you're far away from me. Mist upon the hill can remember murder, Mist upon the hills that once flowed with blood, Helped to cover up an approaching army, Hid the killing lust in the eyes of men. Sitting by the fire was a sentry sleeping, Rolled up in their beds were children that play, Unsuspecting what was to fall upon them, None of them would see the dawn next day. Hate the blinding light tried to kill a name, The mountains only know all the souls that died there, Glen Coe from that day can recall the shame.
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