Dougie MacLean - Fourth Movement...Rannoch/The Butterstone Puddock/Castle ... | Текст песни

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scattered like gold from dunkeld to aberfeldy

the seasons unfold that's the things we love

walk through the field in the frost of a winter morning

nature revealed that's the things we love



no don't ask us to take what we can give her

she lives inside us and we know her well

there's no right reason to fear or to forgive her

it's so easy it's just the things we love



standing alone on top of the ben a caly

great rocking stone that's the things we love

catching the eye of the owl in the early morning

great buzzards cry that's the things we love

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