Kamaskera Beast In The Glen

There's a beastie in the glen the nicht
Wi flanks that shiver, rid an bricht
Atween the rowan an the thorn
It stauns — nae hunter's kill, nae thing born

Wha built the furnace, wha the frame
Tae gie sic fur its livin flame
Wha twisted sinew, wha strung bone
An set it walkin aw alone

The auncient trees drap doon their airms
The starns abune pit oot their chairms
The glen hauds still — nae wind, nae cry
Jist twa bright een against the sky

I kent a lamb upon oor fairm
Wi saft white wool an nae alarm
It drank the dew an slept in straw
Afore the wind cam, afore the thraw

Did the same haund shape the fleece
An set the burning thing tae peace
Did the same warld mak the byre
An this dark glen wi aw its fire

There's a beastie in the glen, my ain
It burns but disna feel the pain
An we who crossed the storm tae here
Ken baith the beauty an the fear

Burning bricht... burning bricht...