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There's freedom on the moors
Truth in the Lochs
Hope lies in the Minch
Promise on the Cuillin
An honesty in the history
No room for passing fashions
The empty, vacant trends of the mainland
From strong roots grow the largest trees
The culture here is ingrained. It is everything,
It lies heavily across the land
As a comforting winter's quilt
You are safe in it's folds.
The endless miles stretching before you
Heather dancing in the breeze
You know where you are
When you're here