Old Mortality Lyrics

Emily Smith MCPS/PRS

A man with a calling, a mission in life
To keep alive the memory
Of those who made a sacrifice
He preserved the legacy
Of the lives that were lost
For the sake of the righteous
He took up his cross

A path lined with solitude
Was the route that he chose
Hammer and chisel
Were his tools for the road
A horse for companion
His one silent friend
She faithfully followed
Over hillside and glen

No bells rang for him
No prayers were sang for him
A son of the covenant
His own kin he disowned
They longed for a father
And to know where he roamed
Sent out in desperation
They searched all around
In churchyard or moor side
Was where he'd be found

No bells rang for him
No prayers were sang for him
No bells rang for him
No prayers were sang for him
A pilgrim for the martyrs
In his suit of hoddingrey
No money for his lodgings
Was he ever asked to pay
And in the light of sunrise
He'd travel on alone
He heard his brothers calling
As he tended to the stone

No bells rang for him
No prayers were sang for him
No bells rang for him
No prayers were sang for him