歌词
I see their woods
And I see there thickets
I see there the fair
And most fertile of meadows
I see there the deer
On the ground in the corries
Hiding in mantles of mist
Lofty mountains
And resplendent ledges
There dwell my own folk, kind folk of honor
Light is my step
As I leap up to meet them
'Tis with pleasure
I'll stay there a while
