The North calls her.
Siren song echoing across baron fen.
Pulls at the tartan,
Begs her home again.
That Highland jig,
She remembers with a whistle,
Longs her to return,
To the land of the thistle.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
The North calls her.
Siren song echoing across baron fen.
Pulls at the tartan,
Begs her home again.
That Highland jig,
She remembers with a whistle,
Longs her to return,
To the land of the thistle.
