Arvo Pärt My Heart’s in the Highlands. Else Torp and Christopher Bowers

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer —

A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; (=ree)

My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North

The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth;

Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,

The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the mountains high cover’d with snow;

Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; (=breed dal)

Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods;

Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here,

My heart’s in the Highlands a-chasing the deer

Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe;

My heart’s in the Highlands, whereever I go.

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