Highland Song

Feel the peace of solitude
along our burns
and on our bens
Pick the fruit of summer
from our meadows
with your friends
Drink the cool fresh bounty
deep beneath our strands
Eat our freshest harvest
reaped by Highland hands

Walk our windswept stretches
where ships have
come to grief
Stroll our heathered hillsides
let them lull you
off to sleep
Lay upon your back
as the stars hang down
on high
Stretch your fingers out
till they touch
our jet black sky

May the peace of Highland living
settle in your bones
May the lightness of your being
stir memories of your home
May you cherish our first greeting
dear as our last song
May you always feel the blessing

of the Highlands all life long

Steve Ewing
December 2014

Twas a Braw Bricht Moonlicht Nicht

Men dressed up like ladies
women tartan sharp
Pipe major leads the haggis
made up of cheap sheep parts

Where whisky flows like water
fresh as Highland streams
The pipes they screech and holler
songs rise in Scottish dreams

In the dead night of winter
we toast our Rabbie Burns
The Bard of our sweet homeland
where Highland hearts return

A tiny rugged country
full of feisty stubborn folk
Where freedom rang out proudly
before this country woke

The night is bright with music
old songs lift to the skies
Auld Lang Syne Loch Lommond
the bagpipe howls and cries

We wind down with a blessing Gaelic

is our native tongue
We bless our bonny homeland
where freedom's bell first rung

Tho sure as Scots have scattered
around our wider world
We sing of peace for all mankind
and pray this song is heard

Steve Ewing