It's nice to lie back, close my eye's and just dream,
Of the blue tinted mountains of home,
The loch's and the glens and the clear running streams,
And wonder just what made me roam,
It's a fine winter day, the sun on my back,
The air is so fresh and so still,
I would shoulder my pack, head off up the track,
to the top of a misty blue hill
It's a memory now of day's long gone bye,
i would rest by the stream, relax, drink my fill,
the heather's a bed, I lie back, close my eyes,
and dream, on that misty blue hill.
Of the blue tinted mountains of home,
The loch's and the glens and the clear running streams,
And wonder just what made me roam,
It's a fine winter day, the sun on my back,
The air is so fresh and so still,
I would shoulder my pack, head off up the track,
to the top of a misty blue hill
It's a memory now of day's long gone bye,
i would rest by the stream, relax, drink my fill,
the heather's a bed, I lie back, close my eyes,
and dream, on that misty blue hill.
