The Bagpipes Play A Sad Tune

The Bagpipes Play A Sad Tune

The bagpipes play a sad sad tune

it cuts the air at break of noon

a voice of hills, of fields long bare

calling hearts that once were there

The road is still, the sky turned grey

as lonely pipes begin to sway

no marching feet, no cheering cries

just fading steps and hollow skies

The bagpipes play, and hearts recall

the quiet graves beyond the wall

where names once shouted in the rain

lie silent now with all their pain

And still they play, and still they cry

for all who left and never said why

a sad sad tune, too sharp, too deep

it stirs the ones who dared not weep