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In 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