I still see you
Every day
In that corner
With the cat by your side
Your voice follows me
And the island remembers you
From your ancestral roots
By the Atlantic shores
The big sky looks out for you
The ocean thunders your name
The hills gaze down
Wondering like me
The ancient stones know
The circle on the ridge
The treacherous one
Out in the moor
The wistful beauty
of Bosta and it's beach
The sun glistens In countless lochs
Like tears in lidless eyes
The spiders still weave webs
In the shelter by the crossroads
We passed by
Roving the island's roads
You took me
Into your world
With pride,
And proud I would join you
Your world remembers you
And knows you are there
You are your world
And forever will be
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