To those with confidence,
  And hopes so sweet;
  The future is a challenge,
  Laid at your feet.

Look to a horizon,
  To collect success complete;
  Where heart, mind and soul,
  Have hopes so sweet

For your mind and your soul,
  The journey is not far;
  For they have the wings,
  To reach any star.

But our heart
  Must depend on our feet;
  And talent – and confidence,
  That don’t always meet.

There is a journey,
  Called life complete;
  Needing talent and confidence,
  And willing feet.

There is a horizon,
  With dreams complete;
  That every heart longs,
  For hopes so sweet.

(c) Pat Mestern 2006

I hae a good life in this land.
  There’s flame on the hearth,
  An’ meat in the pan,
  A roof o’erhead
  And bairns tae love.

Yet –
  My heart’s awa’
  Tae the Highlands awa’

I hae land for the tilling,
  An’ cattle in the byre
  I hae wood for my fire,
  And clan-folk near.

Yet –
  My heart’s awa’
  Tae the Highlands awa’

There are deer on the meadow.
  An’ bear in the hills.
  There are sheep in the pasture,
  And wheat in the fields.

Yet –
  My heart’s awa’
  Tae the Highlands awa’

I hae not the heather on far reaching hills.
  I hear not the pipes in the glen.
  I see not fast waters flow from
  highlands to loch.
  I feel not the fire in the auld hame ingle.

Aye –
  My heart’s awa’
  Tae the Highlands awa’
  And e’er it shall be
  This new, wild land called Canada
  will ne’er capture me.

(C) Pat Mestern 2006