Hi-a-low-a ©
By the water called Loch Linnhie
saw a seabird flying low.
Saw a fishie make a splashpool,
saw the tide run, ebb and flow.
`Cross the water - there lie mountains
- tall the peaks stretch oh so high.
Low the clouds hang, hold the hillside,
tying water, grass and sky.
Birdies flying in the middle
- fly so free on outstretched wing -
Swoop and wheel and glide and dive there,
call and cry and screech and sing.
Make me feel so very little.
Lots of land and lots more sea.
Makes me want to be like birdie
- wild and white and loose and free.