Travelling towards a Hebridean sun To build a white tower in our heads begun The grass knows, the hills know, we all know Spring has come, the good fountain flows. Each hoof fall brings us nearer the land Of peat and seabirds and silver sand. The grass knows, the hills know, we all know Spring has come, the good fountain flows.
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