The West Highlands Way.

Woman Vocal

O'er the hills where the heather lay

Worn old boots and skies of gray

The mountain’s breath and moorland's sway

I walked the West Highland Way

The loch’s reflection

Calm and wide

Clouds like ghosts

Nowhere to hide

The bogs

The trail

The woods that sighed

Each step a song where dreams abide

Time

It flies

It won’t sit still

Silent rivers

They flow until

Memories bloom like daffodil

On that old rugged hill

That rugged hill

Laughter echoed

Boots broke the stone

Cold winds cut

But I wasn’t alone

The sun dipped low

We called it home

These hills own me

These hills I own

Oh

Blistered feet and aching knees

Whiskey fires beneath the trees

The stars unrolled like tapestries

A memory laced in Highland breeze

Time

It flies

It won’t sit still

Silent riversm

They flow until

Memories bloom like daffodil

On that old rugged hill and

The West Highland way.