We lit the fires on Formal They burned across the brae And left the hillside blackened Now Sophie’s gone away There’s a stillness and a sadness In the air here left behind The place is all in mourning The flowers to earth incline Their petals and their blossoms For they are lonely too Now Sophie has taken flight Away into the blue But soon she will return again And when that day arrives The flowers will raise up their heads And the hillside come alive From the ashes of the bracken Like the phoenix bird of old The green shoots will spring forth anew As the strays rejoin the fold.
