My Bonnie Lassie and Me
(J. Parkinson)

The rain is softly falling, flowing to the Loch
The hills emit a foggy mist to guide us while we talk
I'm walking through the Highlands
My Bonnie Lassie and Me

The sheep along the roadside, grazing in the field
Make me stop and ponder "Is this setting really real?"
I'm walking through the Highlands
My Bonnie Lassie and Me

The cable-knit and woolen kilt keeps me nice and warm
Who ever thought a man could feel this way?
The feeling of my woman, hanging on my arm
I know that I could never dream this kind of day

Way off in the distance we see our happy home
A testament to Scotland of her thatch and of her stone
I'm walking through the Highlands
My Bonnie Lassie and Me

The cable-knit and woolen kilt keeps me nice and warm
Who ever thought a man could feel this way?
The feeling of my woman, hanging on my arm
I know that I could never dream this kind of day.

Way off in the distance we see our happy home
A testament to Scotland of her thatch and of her stone
I'm walking through the Highlands
My Bonnie Lassie and Me
I'm walking through the Highlands
My curly Lassie and Me