Misty, come the memories

Of long departed days,

Reminding me of happy times

Spent walking Highland ways.

Distant mountain silhouettes

Like giants stand and stare,

To tell me that I've long since left

But they're still waiting there.

The images of those I knew

I see in my mind's eye.

They pass before me even now

As then they passed me by;

Ghosts now in that wild place,

There's nothing to be seen -

No sound of laughter...talk of friends,

To mark where I have been.