To Whom It May Concern (1986)

All you never dared imagine - is all at once so very real

You can't believe it really happened - and pain is all that's left to feel

You look around you then realise - that time will never heal this wound

You wipe the tears from burning eyes - a foggy moor that lies in ruins

And you don't want to be a hero - least not a living one

As on Culloden's bloody landscape - there lies your only son

And how will you tell her - how will you tell her

The Young Pretender who lived for you - and for the cause you held

Who but an hour ago you stood beside - as Redcoats freely felled

With bloody sword and scavenged claw - brutality of men

You wipe your tears away once more - this House of Stuart won't rise again

And you don't want to be a hero - least not a living one

As on Culloden's bloody landscape - there lies your only son

And how will you tell her - what words will you say

In Leanach Cottage you strive for quiet - as all around you dead men fall

And through the years - echos heard - what will be their call

Bravery and strong beliefs - against a towering will

Or senseless slaughter of wounded men - as they creep in for the kill

In this museum you're a here - but not a living one

On a mural of the landscape - you lie beside your son

And I wonder who tole her - and I wonder how it was

To lose this battle - to fight this cause

To whom it may concern

To whom it may concern