A winter song I write for you on the snow
Perishable and short like winters are
Eagles flew with us over the
Summits of the Highlands
The silhouette of Ben Nevis
Is reflecting by the crystals of the lochs
The lights sparkle from the north
Will I see them in foreign cities?
I envisage the shore of Loch Ness
Which promised so much security
A winter song I play for you
On the piano seized with sadness
Our father’s tragedy
The ballad of Tristan and Iseult
The south wind carries it to you
You just have to listen.
Do you hear our melody?
That must stay uncompleted
A mystic song, a sad song
In the echo of the Highlands
A winter song I sing for you
I will accompany the cold winter
That is leaving
On which oceans I ever might sail
Our song will attend me
With the clouds
Which blow upon to me in the south
Will the next winter
Draught to the north and
Take me back to Loch Ness?