Cliffs of Culzean

Beneath these walls
Down in the caves
Be ghosts and ghouls
Who haunt Culzean

The piper plays
To prove this false

On sea swept shore
In the howling wind
He makes his way
Into the caves

And the caves soon echo
With the piper’s song

But as the night falls
And the mist comes rolling in
The piper’s song
Begins to fade

And through the years
His song still plays
From the ground below
On Piper’s Brae