Where the wild wind blows
through the snow capped peaks
where the heather
crawls across the land,
there Eagles cast an eye
as a wild cat travels the glen.
Smoke rises from a cottage fire
dinner be ready soon,
and if you listen
you might hear the Curluw
whooping his unusual tune.
Across the lochs
you row your way
a Salmon you caught
by your side,
if you dont get home soon
what will they do
with nothing to cook on the fire
have yesterdays stew
with dumplings as well
and home baked bread and jam.
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