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 homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
