Ghosts of Scotland

It were three white little highland ponies who I visited in Scotland.
I met them on a cloudy, dark and rainy day.
For me, it were the ghosts of the past, present and future.
And while the cold rain put my body into shivering,
my heart never felt warmer.

„Where dark woods hide secrets and
mountains are fierce and bold,
deep waters hold reflections
of times lost long ago.
I will hear their every story,
take hold of my own dream.
Be as strong as the seas are stormy and
proud as an eagle’s scream.“

Julie Fowlis – Fly