The Bagpipers Lament

Bobby Bastard And The Bootboys From Borstal Scottish Skinhead Anthems - (Album) The Bagpipers Lament - (Lyrics) Keep still, you lot; give the piper room. I’ve come to call the missing home. One tune for every son who left, For every name the roll forgot. I play till every far-off ridge Can hear the people waiting here. Come home, Come home. You’re not alone. Some never made the crossing back, Some had no marker, no last word. Their mothers kept a place for them, Their brothers learned to speak their names. I’ve got no list that tells them all, So I’ll play for every one. I’m one man with a breath to spend, And Scotland’s sons are more than I can count. But hear me, lads, wherever you lie, The tune is yours; the call is home. I’ll stand here till my lungs give out, And let the hills carry the rest. Come home, Come home. You’re not alone. Come home, Come home.