笨小笨Culloden’s Harvest歌词由Déanta演唱，出自专辑《Celtic Legacy (A Global Celtic Journey)》，下面是《Culloden’s Harvest》完整版歌词！
Culloden’s Harvest歌词完整版
Cold winds on the moors blow
Warm the enemy's fire glows
Like the harvest of Culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
'Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie
But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell
The flower of our country lay scorched by an army
As ruthless and red as the embers of hell
Cold winds on the moors blow
Warm the enemy's fire glows
Like the harvest of Culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English
McDonald in anger did no work at all
With musket and cannon against honour and courage
The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall
Cold winds on the moors blow
Warm the enemy's fire glows
Like the harvest of Culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping
With only the memory of father and son
Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers
The blackest of hours on this land has begun
Cold winds on the moors blow
Warm the enemy's fire glows
Like the harvest of Culloden
Pain and fear and death grow
