Soft Rain

There was a soft rain falling
As I stood by the door
And the light was fading
I could scarce see the gate upon the moor

I heard the guns
And then out of the night
Came soldiers
The army of the man I once called king

They said "Now where is she hiding,
You know she must return
And we have seen her riding
Though we lost her track across the burn"

I said no word
They would have known I lied
To men I knew
From the army of the man I once called king

There was a cold, cold silence
As I stood by the door
Then with steel and powder
They turned to the gate upon the moor

I closed my eyes
They should have fired
Or betrayed me
To the army of the man I once called king

There was a soft rain falling
They rode in to the night
And I could hear them calling
When from shadow, she walked into the light

The fairest maid
In the softest rain
We walked away
From the army of the man I once called king

Written for Resolution. The first song that Resolution accepted from me - although I had to sing the lead.

It's a tale of love and friendship set in the clan wars of the scottish highlands. Some echoes of Robert Louis Stevenson's 'St. Ives'. Sometimes friendship can save your life: what you've done and who you are can mean the difference between life and death.