"Sound"

By Elaine Leighton

Listen to the sound
Of the music of the hills
They call out with the
Sighing voice of Ages

Play, play the music
This is the heart of your land
Play with finger light and quick
The heart beat of the land

Such happy strains of music
That does befall our ears
Singing the deeds of heroes
Gone and past

Dance with your music
Salute with your ale
Do a 180 on that slim rail