Heart Of The Matter
My Monarch Of The Glen
Aye, I hear you call,
Monarch of the Glen,
Your vision shrouded,
Distant, mysterious,
I catch a glimpse of you,
Strong and proud,
Noble and steadfast,
Rising majestically,
Through swirling mountain mist,
Aye, I heard you call to me,
Your sad lament is carried on the wind,
And I am led to seek you,
To find comfort in your song,
Your crown,
Is your burden,
Yet you wear it with ease,
Defiant,
In the face of adversity,
You are a king,
Free and untamed,
Loved, yet untouchable,
Invincible.
I heard your song,
Sung high on the mountain,
A plaintiff sound,
Haunting and beautiful,
I found you there,
You touched me once again,
Aye, my proud, noble stag,
My sweet, Monarch of the Glen,
Where are you now?
Linda Harnett, ©2006
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My Monarch Of The Glen
My Monarch Of The Glen
