Snow capped mountains, beautiful hearts and brave people. Bonnie water flows from the hills and the deer drink from streams. Heather covered moors and the Scottish mist hangs in the air. We walked out in summer meadows my love your hand in mine, o beautiful Margaret. The bonnie girl of my heart.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2025
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