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Rising up above foam-crest waves the Highlands call me home Yes, call to me in Gaelic tongues to leave my water’s roam Riding across waves of ocean's far to reach this wondrous shore I'll soon be there on ancestral land known by lives before Then nearer still, the waves reduce I find a river wide I sail within its Lowland shores upon the Firth of Clyde As stars reduce by the morning's rise more wonders take their shape I see cliffs all lined with moss and grass that form this wondrous scape This beautiful land with its rugged build bids to me "come explore and climb straight up to a Highland lake then to the Upland moor" So along the Clyde I sail my craft and enter Scotland's soul Like a Tartan's weave this water binds a nation as a whole To the North you see the mountains raise so rugged and wild and free To the South are hills with moors that roll calling all "look, come see" But it was the Clyde than won my heart as I sailed to this place For it opened wide, like arms stretched out granting a sense of grace
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Aug 21, 2010
Aug 21, 2010 at 10:16 AM UTC
Firth of Clyde
Rising up above foam-crest waves the Highlands call me home Yes, call to me in Gaelic tongues to leave my water’s roam Riding across waves of ocean's far to reach this wondrous shore I'll soon be there on ancestral land known by lives before Then nearer still, the waves reduce I find a river wide I sail within its Lowland shores upon the Firth of Clyde As stars reduce by the morning's rise more wonders take their shape I see cliffs all lined with moss and grass that form this wondrous scape This beautiful land with its rugged build bids to me "come explore and climb straight up to a Highland lake then to the Upland moor" So along the Clyde I sail my craft and enter Scotland's soul Like a Tartan's weave this water binds a nation as a whole To the North you see the mountains raise so rugged and wild and free To the South are hills with moors that roll calling all "look, come see" But it was the Clyde than won my heart as I sailed to this place For it opened wide, like arms stretched out granting a sense of grace
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