Now I have trod thouands of miles
From the Highlands to the low
And wandered o’er its paths and stiles
Threading through the fields that grow.
I’ve hiked so many mountain peaks
And clambered over rough stone
I’m bored by shopping and boutiques
I prefer to trek alone.
It’s ancient times that intrigue me
With stories that I have known,
What’s captured me is history
And the legends it has sown !
