By a Loch She Stands
By a loch she stands in a hidden Highland Glen
Absorbing the view as she marvels at the Ben
This granite of old with many stories to tell
Of her Clansman's past in the place that they dwell
Mountain sides of scree with carpets of heather
Look good at all times no matter the weather
Proud Stags roam in royalty pose
Whilst Golden Eagles soar on breathless air flows
Waterfalls thunder as they crash to the rocks
Sheep roam the hillsides in grazing flocks
Trout break the surface of translucent waters so pure
Legend has said, that it can indeed cure
The colours of the sunsets leave you totally in awe
Even the sunrises make the bravest Clansmen thaw
Remarkable pastels of orange, reds and blues
Bring a tear and a smile, does this most beautiful hue
By a loch she stands in a hidden Highland Glen
In this most wonderful place, Scotland's her gem
His Head Bowed
Warrior of battle
A leader of men
Triumphant in victory
In his Highland glens
His followers unite
In battle ready clans
Willing to die
As they fight for their lands
Burns run red
As thatched crofts burn
To lead ones clan
Is birthed and earned
Lowlanders, fellow Highlanders
In claymore cull
From John O' Groats
To the Isle of Mull
Many campaigns
In week long march
To leave your enemies
Their communities torched
Warrior of Highlanders
Bloodied hands steeped in
His head bowed
To the fallen and beaten
Còig Peathraichean Chinn Tàile
There is a place in Scotland
Where a historic family reside
They stand proud in their surroundings
In the Scottish countryside
If you desire to view them
To the Northwest Highlands you must go
For at this time of year
They are capped with virgin snow
So head towards Glen Shiel
For they lie, between two Scottish Lochs
Cluanie and Duich
Where many tourists flock
Mountaineers and hill walkers
Grace, as they prevail
The family that i talk off
The Five Sisters of Kintail
Island of Rustic Growth
In a Scottish Loch
There juts an ancient rock
Upon it grows
What natures caught
Firs and spruce
Ferns and gorse
Captured to glory
No fear of remorse
This rock of life
In solitary lone
Gowned by growth
On their island home
The oozing of shades
Rustic to rare
Close your eyes
Think deep and stare
On the mirror surface
Two islands appear
Skeet a stone
Ripples of applause engineer
When the Highland mists down
Covering this place
All what you see
Is nature in full grace
When I Close my Eyes
When I close my eyes
To follow Scotland's coast
I am so undecided
To which part I love the most
From the Shetland Isles
To the Borders so green
These vistas of miles
Really have to be seen
The Isle of Arran
And the Island of Mull
To the Minch of Lewis
I fly with the seagulls
When you go inland
Crystal waters run through the glens
Have seen the rise and fall
Of many, many men
As you walk round our cities
In history so steep
The tales of the past
Would make a grown man weep
Every so often
As I close my eyes
I soar with the eagle
Through our Scottish skies