Isle of Skye at dusk

(visit the White Heather Hotel for great accommodations and breakfast!)

My Heart is in the Highlands

Where Highland meets the sea,

Where the scent of blooming heather

Comes drifting down to me.

It seems my soul lies dreaming

To the music of the rills,

Where God has flung His tartan

Across the rolling hills.

My heart is in the Highlands,

Sweeps o'er glen and loch and moorland,

To quicken the blood of me

Where I lie back on the heather

Gazing at the sky above,

To know that round about me

Are friends and faith and love.

Yes, my heart is in the Highlands

Though I'm far across the sea,

In spite of where I wander

That's where 'twill always be,

but a gift I found in the Highlands

A gift from God above,

Taught by my Highland mother -

'Tis a Highland heart of love.

(written by my grandfather,

     Alexander James Joseph August Christian Hamilton,

                            aka ' Sandy ' )