The border breeze blew cold as mile for mile we baith gaed on
Reaching for the high, high, lands wi secret nooks an loans
Where the rocks were worn and weathered by folk we'd never known
Together wi ma lassie o the mornin

O'er clouds and through the sun we scambled to the cairn above
While the raven soared below us, nought but secret words we'd have
And the hills threw wide their arms and gaithered us intae their love
And my ain love for ma lassie o the mornin