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The land is white, an' far awa' / Abune ae bush an' tree / Nae fit is movin' i' the snaw / On the hills I canna see; / For the sun may shine an' the darkness fa', / But aye it's nicht to me.
I hear the whaup on windy days / Cry up amang the peat / Whaur, on the road that speels the braes, / I've heard my ain sheep's feet, / An' the bonnie lambs wi' their canny ways / An' the silly yowes that bleat.
But noo wi' them I mauna' be, / An' by the fire I bide, / To sit and listen patiently / For a fit on the great hillside, / A fit that'll come to the door for me / Doon through the pasture wide,
Maybe I'll hear the baa'in' flocks / Ae nicht when time seems lang, / An' ken there's a step on the scattered rocks / The fleggit sheep amang, / An' a voice that cries an' a hand that knocks / To bid me rise an' gang.
Then to the hills I'll lift my een / Nae matter tho' they're blind, / For Ane will treid the stanes between / And I will walk behind, / Till up, far up i' the midnicht keen / The licht o' Heaven I'll find.
An' maybe, when I'm up the hill / An' stand abune the steep, / I'll turn aince mair to look my fill / On my ain auld flock o' sheep, / An' I'll leave them lyin' sae white an' still / On the quiet braes asleep.