Glennarif
Take me back where I belong,
Where the skylark sings his song,
And the peace of island life is all around.
Where the people raise a hand,
And there´s a welcome in the land,
And honest, friendly faces can be found.
Take me home, oh, take me home,
For I no longer want to roam,
My heart is yearning for the hills, the glens.
For the sea's tumultuous roar,
For the spume upon the shore,
For the mist that veils the corries on the bens.
Uit het boek Rhanna
C.M. Frasier