Oh, I see the great mountains Oh, I see the lofty mountains OH I see the corries I see the peaks under the mist
I see right away the place of my birth I will be welcomed in a language which I understand I will receive hospitality and love when I reach there That I would not trade for tons of gold
I see woods there, I see thickets I see fair, fertile fields there I see the deer on the ground of the corries Shrouded in a garment of mist
High mountains with lovely slopes Folk abiding there who are customarily kind Light is my step when I go bounding to see them And I will remain a while there willingly
Composed by John Cameron (Ballachulish) in 1856 This tune evokes a mixture of emotions; it has often been played in funerals, including John F. Kennedy's in Arlington, Virginia, 1963
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