My Friends, My Brothers 🪦

My Friends, My Brothers Scottish / Celtic bagpipe ballad — [Intro – soft bagpipes / warm acoustic] My friends, my brothers… Three souls, one road… Three boys ran wild… Before the world grew old… --- [Verse 1] My friends, my brothers, do you remember when, We were wild little devils, three fools back then? Bare feet in the dust, with fire in our eyes, Building great kingdoms from sticks and lies. We laughed at the thunder, we chased down the rain, Got into trouble, then did it again. Three young kings beneath a reckless sky, Swearing forever we would never say goodbye. --- [Chorus] So raise up the glass, let the old stories roar, For the boys that we were and the dreams we swore. We had fire in our hearts, we had dirt on our hands, Three fools with the courage to conquer the land. My friends, my brothers, through joy and through pain, If I had one life more, I’d walk it again. --- [Meta Verse 1 – low male chant] One laughed loud, One stood like stone, One carried fire When the dark came home. Not born from blood, But bound by scars, Three broken boys Under the same old stars. --- [Verse 2] Then came the years with their weight and their names, Work on our shoulders and bills like chains. We carried the load, we stood where men stand, Built lives out of sweat with our own tired hands. But deep in our souls the young boys remain, Still laughing like madmen out there in the rain. Our hearts still go running where our bodies won’t go, But the mirror speaks softly of grey hair and old bones. --- [Chorus – stronger] So raise up the glass, let the old stories roar, For the boys that we were and the dreams we swore. We had fire in our hearts, we had dirt on our hands, Three fools with the courage to conquer the land. My friends, my brothers, through joy and through pain, If I had one life more, I’d walk it again. --- [Bridge – grief begins / bagpipes swell] But time is a thief with no mercy at all, It takes without asking, it waits for the call. One day two will stand in the cold, With one brother gone and the story half-told. No joke will be loud enough, no drink will be strong, To fill up the silence where he once belonged. And all of our memories will cut like a blade, Beautiful ghosts from the life that we made. --- [Meta Verse 2 – deep grief chant] Let the pipes scream, Let the drums roll low, Let the cold wind carry The names we know. For the boy who laughed, For the man who stayed, For the friend who walked Through fire and flame. Three hearts, one road, Three souls, one flame, Heaven will tremble When we speak your name. --- [Final Chorus – full bagpipes / emotional] So play us the bagpipes when our road is done, Play like the heroes from battles long gone. Let them cry through the valley, let them tear through the sky, Let the whole world know three brothers said goodbye. And if one goes first, stand tall through the rain, Don’t speak too softly, don’t hide from the pain. Play loud for the laughter, play hard for the years, Play until heaven itself hears your tears. --- [Outro – soft, broken, fading pipes] My friends, my brothers, the light will grow dim, The fire will fade and the night will come in. But somewhere beyond all the sorrow and stone, Three boys will be running again toward home. So play us the pipes when we’re laid in the ground, Let grief be the thunder, let love be the sound. And when the last breath meets the wind’s final call, We’ll be waiting, my brothers… Beyond it all.