A lush green blanket of noble trees
Stand tall in valleys as they weave
Through contours of an unspoilt scene
The Highlands
My home
I miss you
Magnificent mountains shape the land
Where man has not yet laid his heavy hand
To judge Nature with his violent demands
The Highlands
My home
I miss you
Through hills gently rolls a glistening stream
To meet others of its humble kind is its only dream
To form a mighty river before running out of steam
The Highlands
My home
I miss you
Spreading her wings bravely to the sky
The Golden eagle sets across the loch to fly
To match its glory no winged being could even try.
The Highlands
My home
I miss you
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