In the dales of Scotland I walked in the spring  [...] the colors and scents, [...] the colors and scents  And I said that was good, I wandered in the summer  And I thought that was the best    To the beeches of the highlands I came in the autumn  These are the tales of a silent song  The gold and the red, the whispering of the leaves  To the beeches of the highlands I came in the autumn  Tales of the tales of a silent song  The gold and the red, the whispering of the leaves    Far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands  Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands    My rose went up and sang in the sky  And now all these lie back in my mind  And I walked and sang in the highlands  My rose went up and sang in the sky  And now all these lie back in my mind  And I walked and sang in the highlands    Yes, this is my song of a land in the north, a never, a neverending, a neverending, neverending story  Yes, this is my song of a land in the north, far away from home, far away, far away from home    Far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands  Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands    Far away, far away, far away in the highlands  Far away, far away, far away in the highlands  Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away in the highlands  Far away, far away, far away, far away, far away into the highlands