Lyric

There’s a man in a kilt singing out

Hearing what we were talking about

So I asked him what he shouted

All he said was “Welcome unexpected!”

Two of us both leave loneliness

But another precious thing seemed to follow it

‘Don’t you need bagpipes?’ softly I asked

“Life is jazz,” gently he returned

“In ancient time, there an old marshal reign

Versed in tactics of tradition and brain

His army’d won for so long years － not lost!

They’d got gold prize － always at all cost

But he was ignorant of how young men fight

Once brown-eyed men came in the night

They had other armor and swords

So he and his men’s blood ran as roads”

“Can you see this epic’s lesson?” he asked

Young ways killed old ones but the old killed the young

“So if I kept having that old bagpipe

That will kill me, Improvise your life”