Brian McNeillBring back the wolf, bring back the eagle
But the dark-eyed child and the red-haired man
Are still gone from the glen
So why don't you try to bring back the people
You just don't care or you're too damn scared
To make the highlands real again
Hey there, brother bear - what's it like out there
Nice cave, nice view - is there room for two
Could you tell me who to call
We don't need a lot - just a bit of what you've got
Just enough to feed our children and leave them walking tall
Hey there, brother hawk, up there watching me walk
It's a single track road and a heavy load
I'm leaving you behind
There's just no room in your new Brigadoon
So the seventh son of the seventh son is moving down the line
Hey there, brother fat cat, you always know where the money's at
You know how to shout and you know how to shoot
And you know the shots to call
I can just hear your laughter because you've got what you're after
You've been trying to make us a theme park since the Romans built the Wall
Final chorus:
Bring back the wolf, bring back the eagle
But the dark-eyed child and the red-haired man
Are still gone from the glen
So why don't you try to bring back the people
You just don't care what it's like out there
Till we all buy shares in the mountain air
So keep it nice and bare for you're too damn scared
To make the highlands real again