(21) Tramping the Roads

I think of all the people I’ve met

And all the places I’ve been

From the rolling hills of the Borders

All the way up to Achnasheen.

I’ve tramped across many a hill

With the wind upon my face

Past forests and farms with fields of green

Just give me the open space.

I’ve seen the glory of the dawn

And the sunset o’er the glen

I’ve seen the sun glistening on the loch

As the seasons pass again.

I might stop in for a brew

At some highland hostelry

And then sleep under a hedgerow

Where I am completely free.

I don’t own bricks and mortar

And I’m completely free to roam

With a pair of boots upon my feet

And the wind blowing me home. 

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