Over the hills
The wind is sighing
The Highlands are calling me home
Over the waves
The sea is singing
The Highlands are calling me home
The raven cries
Over the moorlands
The Highlands are calling me home
Rivers murmur
Rippling lullabies
The Highlands are calling me home
The mountains weep
For wanderers lost
The Highlands are calling me home
The heavens mourn
The forgotten years
The Highlands are calling me home
I will go home
I'll return again
The Highlands are calling me home
Soon I'll return
To my land of birth
The Highlands are calling me home
Songs of freedom
Cries of liberty
The Highlands are calling me home
The sun will rise
Our foes slain and gone
The Highlands are calling me home
I will go home
Home to the mountains
The Highlands are calling me home
I will go home
Scotland beckons me
The Highlands are calling me home
Written for Princess of the Highlands Trilogy Book 1: Dìlseachd - A Stolen Crown (Can be found my profile)
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