Dougie MacLean 1999
Scattered like gold from Dunkeld to Aberfeldy
Seasons unfold, oh that’s the things we love.
Walk through the field in the frost of a winter morning;
Nature revealed, that’s the things we love
Chorus:
No, don’t ask us to take what we can give her,
She lives inside us and we know her well.
There’s no right reason to fear or to forgive her;
It’s so easy, it’s just the things we love.
Standing alone on top of the Ben A Caly;
Great rocking stone, that’s the things we love.
Catching the eye of the owl in the early morning,
Great buzzards cry ‘that’s the things we love’.