The highland lass was out at dusk
With clothes full of tears and dust
Will she ever get out of the wrath
Away from the endless cries of the clock
Away from the sleepless dark nights
Away from the loneliness in the crowd of demise
Every new day is the same,the old
Every other night the same,old thoughts
She would always dream of the starry night
How it would feel! That temptess flight!!
The adventure that lies beyond
Was her only way to move along
The only way that kept her high
That kept her one and alive
Rather that give up, break and die.