Glendaruel (Gaelic; Gleann Dà Ruadhail)
The river flowed red with the blood of the Norse invaders who were defeated there over a thousand years ago.
Moving to a new country brings wonder, delight and inspiration, but it can also refresh memories of home. This is a song about a small, fertile (i.e. often wet) Scottish glen with a glorious past which has inspired a few pipers in its time. Now, sadly, it’s almost abandoned but its secrets and ghosts still drift through the twilight mist….the salmon still come home to the tumbling, whisky-coloured waters.
Please listen to the song and, if you like it, share with your friends. By the way that’s me with the red guitar. Thank you.
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