Please take me back there

For my blood is cold without its warmth,

The feel of the fire

And the majestic stag heads fixed sight

High on the wall.

 

Please take me back there,

Through the mists and open rain,

The taste of a forgotten whisky,

In my mouth, let me feel the close heather

And the sound of a violin by the hearth.

 

Please take me back there,

For I am incomplete without her,

I am lost in the mountains