I WILL arise and go, and go
to the mountain: Oh, I will arise out of my darkness, my sorrow, and go to
the mountain. To the old ways and the wise ways: To the lost ways and the
long ways. Where life is but a shadow that plays on the calm face of the
I will cast off my shackles and flee to the mountain: Oh, I will cast off
my shackles of care, of envy, and flee to the mountain: To the cool days
and the still days: To the brave days and the blue days: Where Peace in
blessing forever lays her hands on the brow of the mountain.
And I shall find my soul again in the mountain. Oh, I shall find the soul
that I lost in the City, there in the mountain. With the wild things and
the shy things. The swift things and the sure things. And the night, a
mysterious folding of wings on the broad breast of the mountain.
Creag a Mhaim (Clunanie Forest). A Ross-Shire
Pass in Winter
Road summit between Tomdoun - Cluanie