Here's how I hear it:

LOCH MAREE
(Roy D. Ford)
As sung by Anne Lorne Gillies

Come with me to a land of heather.
Come with me to a land of green.
Take my hand as we sit together.
Watch the sun set o'er Loch Maree.

Curlews flying high in the sky,
Gentle waters go passing by.
Oh, how I long, just to see the heather
Around the hills of Loch Maree!

My heart sings as I see the beauty
O'er this land that's surrounding me.
In the distance the pipes are calling,
Calling softly to you and me.

Oh, how happy my life is here!
All my treasure, all I hope dear,
Lies in this land o' the purple heather.
Oh, the beauty of Loch Maree!
Oh, the beauty of Loch Maree!