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There's deer upon the mountain,
There's sheep along the glen,
The forests hum with feather,
But where are now the men?
Here's but my mother's garden
Where soft the footsteps fall,
My folk are quite forgotten,
But the nettle's over all.

O! black might be that ruin
Where my fathers dwelt so long,
And nothing hide the shame of it,
The ugliness and wrong;
The cabar and the corner-stone
Might bleach in wind and rains,
But for the gentle nettle
That took such a courtier's pains.

The friends are all departed,
The hearth-stone is black and cold,
And sturdy grows the nettle
On the place beloved of old.


from Forgotten Paths, released February 15, 2019


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Caledonian Metal from Scotland inspired by history and nature.

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