I hear the
bagpipes call out to me,
Not yet, I need to
set my heart free.
There is much to
do before I yield,
Tis for the
Highlands that I bleed.
My love calls
out,in midnight breeze,
A gentle sigh, a
moan to cease,
Lips that long for
nectar sweet,
Jubilant release
when lovers meet.
In this land, will
I lay my heart for you,
Through blizzard n
sunshine, promise to be true.
This earth is
ours- lie with me, sleep...
Return to me,dearest,
my heart's keep.
I heard the
bagpipes call out today,
Without hesitation
I choose to stay,
Luring my true
love, who is so far away...
Somewhere over the
Irish bay.
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