Lush landscapes and glistening lochs

meadows of heather and mountain tops

thick forests of olde, fairy pools, woodland friends

bluebells and thistles, hillsides and glens

countryside colored in purples and greens

possibilities of mystical, magical things

wee thatched cottages and castles of yore

harrowing history, triumphant tales galore

visions of a day when for myself I see

what seven generations have missed entirely

longing for a time when I can freely roam

wake up in bonnie Scotland, experience coming home