My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer - A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods; Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer - A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods; Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go.
Thanks for whis terrific song!!! I,m feeling myself, as I realy were in Scotland. I was learning whis poem in school many many years ago and, in fact, i catch the jist now, realy now. My English is poor right now, but, I wish people understood me. Barnaul city, from Siberia with love.
Great poem! Great song! Great poet! So true. This is true patriotism. "Breathes there the man with soul so DEAD/ Who never to himself hath said:/"This is my own, my native land./Whose HEART hath ne'er within him burned/As home his footsteps he hath turned/From wandering on a foreign strand." Sir Walter Scott (emphasis mine).
In loving memory of the great Robert Burns. Clan Colvin Bound To You By A Love Song There's nothing between us but a love song There's no distance I listen all night long I sing entranced in my sleep all your angels and me 'Our' secrets they keep I 'see' you 'see' we 'know' what we 'know' about birds and rings we 'know' about the cosmic flow how 'Our' star sings about eternal love and beautiful mystical things lessons from above eternal truth that stings as it challenges 'Our' faith I don't need to 'know' what you 'know' I was just a lost wraith when you were in the flow riding like Cleopatra going where Goddesses go while I was Earth bound my soul was too slow but now I've found what you came to show you shone on the ground I was found in your glow face down in the dirt I heard your voice angels don't come to flirt what's your choice I'll follow you Shawn I'll be patient soon comes the dawn I can wait I 'know' you came for me you illumined my plight my Goddess Shawna Lee mother sister Divine light why do I struggle so when you're right here please say "let's go" let's pierce the stratosphere I'm ready if you are I'm ready to fly I'm light as a feather we can fly together you won't feel any weight just joy and gratitude you twisted me straight I'm used to your altitude I'm not afraid to fall I trust your heart you are my all when I fall apart I'm your sister now I 'know' how to love you you've shown me how forever through and through angels don't come to flirt they 'know' what they want they don't 'see' the dirt it's the love they flaunt as they show the heavens what they've found three elevens one was on the ground now together they're one Shawn Michelle and Callie home in the sun they shine for everyone this is what I 'see' as I sit here alone sometimes so patiently nothing for which to atone all 'Our' work is done we will rest together soon we don't have to run we're 'known' by the moon she says we're alright as she pulls us up with all her might we're awash in her light you 'know' all this Shawn I'm just dreaming here here with this new dawn alive in your magnetosphere alive in your grace breathing in your atmosphere entranced by your face what is there to fear Oh it's the longing this longing to touch a thought sing songing I don't 'know' that much but I 'know' that you do I 'know' you 'know' the way I'll go there with you That's all I have to say I love you so much I'm so blessed to 'know' that's really all I 'know' I can wait to touch I 'know' you 'know' Kisses. Michelle
Last year I walked the West Highland Way. This year the Rob Roy Way, just returned from Scotland last Monday. The poem and the music describes perfect my feelings now... missing the Highlands. A Whisky and Beer on the Scottish Highlands. Sláinte!
Thank you!!! I haven't seen a rendition so heart felt for a long time! I miss Scotland after living through Covid and I guess by your accent you studied there. Love it!!! thank You
#Смогла Я выучила!!! Но знаете, самое интересное........ Нас не спрашивали🤦😂 (Так как этот стих был задан перед каникулами, а потом учительница просто забыла)
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer - A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods; Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go.
I read this poem in my School days .... At that time a film I saw ' The Journey to the Center of the Earth ' ...... This song was there and most probably it was sung by Pat Boon. ...... I saw it in the Fifties. .....
My heart in the Highlands my heart is not here. My heart's in the Highlands achasing the deer Achasing the wild deer and following the roe - My heart in the Highlands whenever I go.
Dug this album again and loving it again. we did a pretty good live version of it at the Pines Jam Night too eh? Good ta hear you again Ross, it's been bloody ages.
Мое сердце - в горах, мое сердце - не с вами: За оленем бежит и крадется за ланью; Мое сердце - в горах, вы не верьте глазам; Мое сердце - в горах, где бы ни был я сам. До свидания, горы, мой Север, прощай! Ты - достоинства, чести и доблести край! И куда бы скитанья меня ни вели, Горы, вам признаюсь в бесконечной любви. До свиданья, укрытые снегом вершины, До свиданья, зеленые дали-равнины, До свиданья, леса и дремучие чащи, До свидания, грохот потоков бурлящих! Мое сердце - в горах, мое сердце - не с вами: За оленем бежит и крадется за ланью; Мое сердце - в горах, вы не верьте глазам; Мое сердце - в горах, где бы ни был я сам.
