The music plays, I hear you singing…
Your voice fills emptiness around,
It brings a special Scottish meaning
To every tune and every sound.
And like a distant rolling thunder
There comes a beat of Celtic drums –
And hearts are opening with wonder,
And feet are longing for the dance.
And when the silence falls upon us
The whistle starts its fairest song
And I imagine hills and waters,
The Celtic land where I belong.
Celtic Land dedication to F. M
© Copyright: Elf, 2001
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