In the dales of Scotland I walked in the spring

[...] the colors and scents, [...] 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 highlands I came in the autumn

These are the tales of a silent song

The gold and the red, the whispering of the leaves

To the beeches of the highlands I came in the autumn

Tales of the tales of a silent song

The gold and the red, the whispering of the leaves



Far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands

Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into 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

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 never, a neverending, a neverending, neverending story

Yes, this is my song of a land in the north, far away from home, far away, far away from home



Far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands

Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands



Far away, far away, far away in the highlands

Far away, far away, far away in the highlands

Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away in the highlands

Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands