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Excelsis In The Highlands
In the dales of Scotland I walked in the spring [...] the colors and scents, [...] the colors and scents And I said that was good, I wandered in the summer And I thought that was the best To the beeches of the highlands I came in the autumn These are the tales of a silent song The gold and the red, the whispering of the leaves To the beeches of the highlands I came in the autumn Tales of the tales of a silent song The gold and the red, the whispering of the leaves Far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands My rose went up and sang in the sky And now all these lie back in my mind And I walked and sang in the highlands My rose went up and sang in the sky And now all these lie back in my mind And I walked and sang in the highlands Yes, this is my song of a land in the north, a never, a neverending, a neverending, neverending story Yes, this is my song of a land in the north, far away from home, far away, far away from home Far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands Far away, far away, far away in the highlands Far away, far away, far away in the highlands Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away in the highlands Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands
