We emerge from sable skies
Where our hearts forever lie
Dressed in tartan
Tis a blessed town
Say you wish I'd feel better
O how am I supposed to be
Here at your wedding
O my darling, my bonnie Jean
I'm leaving this town like a mirage
Adrift in the fog
Another 100 years
And I won't know who we are
So long ago
I counted the cost
I'm already lost
To an unrequited love
Who will weep when the piper plays for me
The sun's getting low
The world's growing cold
Call me a shame
While the heavens cry above
And then Maggie Anderson will go dancing on her own