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The Ballad of Mad Jack 2 by nighttime

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The Ballad of Mad Jack 2

Folk,Male vocals

0:003:25
Lyrics
Description
(Verse 1)
They call me Mad Jack, I walk this cracked earth
From the concrete canyons to the green Celtic turf
I see the politician's smile, the beggarman's plea
A world full of poison, for all eyes to see
So I climb to the highlands where the ancient winds blow
And I shout out my questions to the ones who would know
(Chorus)
Hey, you spirits of the mountain, you ghosts of the glen!
Tell me the meaning of the folly of men!
With a fire in my heart and a tear in my eye
And the sound of the bagpipes that scream to the sky!
Is it happy? Is it angry? I can't understand!
This beautiful, terrible, mystical land!
(Verse 2)
I've talked to the river, she's weary and grey
She's carried the secrets of yesterday
I've argued with crows on a lightning-scarred tree
They just caw in a chorus of dark mystery
They've seen empires crumble and new ones arise
But the same thread of sorrow in humanity's eyes
(Chorus)
Hey, you spirits of the mountain, you ghosts of the glen!
Tell me the meaning of the folly of men!
With a fire in my heart and a tear in my eye
And the sound of the bagpipes that scream to the sky!
Is it happy? Is it angry? I can't understand!
This beautiful, terrible, mystical land!
(Bridge)
And the whispers come back on a gale-force refrain
"We're just the reflection of the joy and the pain"
"We're the anger, the wonder, the hope, and the dread"
"The legend you're building inside of your head!"
So let them tell stories of the man on the hill
Who dared ask the questions, and he's asking them still!
(Chorus)
Hey, you spirits of the mountain, you ghosts of the glen!
Tell me the meaning of the folly of men!
With a fire in my heart and a tear in my eye
And the sound of the bagpipes that scream to the sky!
Is it happy? Is it angry? I can't understand!
This beautiful, terrible, mystical land!
(Outro)
They say if you listen when the north wind is high
You can still hear his voice and the bagpipes cry
The Ballad of Mad Jack, a wild, lively sound...
Still wondering, still angry, on this sacred ground.
(Bagpipes swell and fade)