As I came through the morning mist an hour before the dawning
Dark Glencoe was in a shroud, the air was close and clang to
I looked down to the valley floor to see what lay before us
But the morning mist was in my eyes, I could not see for crying
The morning mist was in my eyes, I could not see for crying

As dawn's light came through the haze as surely it must do
The darkest fear crept through my heart,the Campbells been before us
No sign of life could I detect, the air was full of sighing

McDonalds all had fled before, the others dead or dying
As through the village on we went, a cold wind through us blawing
Our faces set and our heads were bowed, the truth in us was growing

The mist a shroud to broken faith of ancient hospitality
That kept all winter's travellers safe betrayed their Highland loyalty
They took their bread and they took their lives
No sign of pity showing.

(From the booklet with the CD "Hearts are Broken, Heads are Turned" by Hand on Heart (HOH CD002). Nina's voice is really striking but seems to be fairly unknown (?). Would have played it to double-check, but CD player is bust ! Hope it helps anyway.