May as you are going,
You are going.
I am growing with him every moment
Had never been to Scotland but I had been to Indian Scotland
My silent love wanders in the mountains with butterflies and cuckoos this summer.
I Miss you!
As I wake up on this beautiful thing! Let it drift above the mountains.
Bring me back from the faraway thing!
May you are going,
You are going.
Dear June bring back my love,
Bring back my love:
From the Highlands of Scotland.
I will look upon his face, I will in his bosom rest.
My silent love wanders in the mountains with butterflies and cuckoos this summer.
I Miss you!
As I wake up on this beautiful thing! Let it drift above the mountains.
Bring me back from the faraway thing!
May you are going,
You are going.
Dear June bring back my love,
Bring back my love:
From the Highlands of Scotland.
I will look upon his face, I will in his bosom rest.
