The babbling burn Had a sing-song voice It seemed to say Come come come
The swish of the leaves On the tall oak tree A voice in the wind Come come come
The sun on the mountain Flashed it's message On the glinting rocks Come come come
A trout in the stream Breaks the smooth surface Sending out it's plea Come come come
The cat sits at the window It's memories fresh It hears the country calling Come come come
A girl looks over the city It's just a matter of time She knows where her heart lies She must go go go
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