Memories

You were there
when I was traipsing
the hills and moors
of the island

They were there
keeping me company
the hills and moors
of the island

The hail and snow
the wind and rain
the lochs and streams
of the island

I found myself again
in the silence of Langadale
in the roar of the Atlantic
around the island

You have now gone
but are still there
in my memories
of all those years