In the Highlands

n the dales of Scotland
I walked in the spring
The colors and scents
and I said that was good
I wandered in the summer
and I thought that was the best

To the beeches of the highland
I came in autumn
These are the tales of a silent song
The gold and the red and the whispering of the leaves

Far away, far away, far away in the highlands

My rose went up and sang in the sky
and now all these lie back in my mind
and I walked and sang in the highlands
yes, this is my song of a land in the north
a neverending, neverending story
yes, this is my song of land in the north
far away, far away far away from home