Lass of the Highlands

Mist on the heather

The hills stand cold

A thousand miles between stories untold

Your voice

It lingers like a distant tune

Under a pale and restless moon

Will the wind carry my name

Or does it fade just the same

Oh lass of the highlands

Do you still dream

Where the rivers cry and the mountains gleam

I’m here

I’m waiting

But the stars seem cruel

Distance is a fire and I’m its fool

The loch is quiet

Its surface still

I hear your laugh on every hill

But the echo breaks

And silence wins

How do we mend what time begins

Can the rain trace your face

Or has it lost every place

Oh lass of the highlands

Do you still dream

Where the rivers cry and the mountains gleam

I’m here

I’m waiting

But the stars seem cruel

Distance is a fire and I’m its fool