Solid rocks and pebbles;
barefoot and naked eyes.
The breeze of the sea touch upon his skin.
A smell of your den-- coming from a nine-mile yon away.
As he calls thy name- you left him with another thorny mile away.
You made him run so far away--
up and down into your lovely glen.
As he reaches the lea and saw a brae.
And his naked eyes turn into a serene sea.