Alone among the hills and stone
Through summer sun and winter snow
The eagle he was lord above
And Rob was lord below
240 years
We lived without hope and without pride
So who will know where they come from
Who raised a torch for those who died
I will be with them
In the summer sun
And the winter snow
They will come and clouds will go
And show that we are proud again
Though all we lost in autumn days
Cannot be born again
Stand here by me
Until the ways of age and youth
Are one and same
cry
He was a writer of fantasy books, usually centred around a group of heroes. His books stood out against a lot of the bland fantasy produced these days. He was writing his own version of the Trojan war, it was going to be a trilogy and I am reading the first book. He died in July, before finishing the third. I really can't believe I hadn't heard.
Originally posted by RogerRamjetOh I like being too young. 😊
okay you're a bit young to remember that one... t'was a movie about two scottish boys who robbed tourists in the Highlands, disguised as a clown and a wolfman...love that movie and the soundtrack
Sounds pretty cool, might have to check it out one day. 😄