In the summer of my heart
As I wonder through the glen
I think of my first love
My land, of hope and kin.
  
As I marvel through springtime
My heart grows with the breeze
And my blood it flows with longing
For a land I’ll never leave.  
  
From Rannoch to Moray
And the waters in between
Glad tears they fall like virgin snow
To mark where I have been
  
In the winter of my life
As I reflect on land and sky
I watch the swallows soaring west
'til it’s my time to fly.
  
2011 for Euan Drysdale