Like snow in summer corries, like mist upon the bens,
The lovely gods of darkness are vanished away.
[Day dawns, and the stage is empty.
The lovely gods of darkness are vanished away.
[Day dawns, and the stage is empty.
Calum and Ian come in.
Calum. I thought I heard one of the men of peace,
Singing alone within the narrow glen.
Calum. I thought I heard one of the men of peace,
Singing alone within the narrow glen.
Ian. There is none in it.
Calum. Yet I thought I heard
A man of peace and he at sorrowing.
God’s pity on the people of the hills,
For they have lost the changing love of men,
And won their fear.
A man of peace and he at sorrowing.
God’s pity on the people of the hills,
For they have lost the changing love of men,
And won their fear.
Ian. My mother used to say
That when a man would walk the darkened hills,
The men of peace would take his soul from him
And use it for their pleasure. As they did,
My mother said, in the old misty times,
Before the word of God came into Alba.
That when a man would walk the darkened hills,
The men of peace would take his soul from him
And use it for their pleasure. As they did,
My mother said, in the old misty times,
Before the word of God came into Alba.
Calum. Poor fallen gods, that were the lords of men,
God’s peace upon you. Make your peace with Him.
Lose your sad pride to win His ready grace,
And stand upon the golden floor of Heaven
God’s peace upon you. Make your peace with Him.
Lose your sad pride to win His ready grace,
And stand upon the golden floor of Heaven
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