by Robert Burns My heart’s in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the Highlands a—chasing the deer— A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart’s in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever […]

Here, a million wounded souls are yearning just to touch you and be healed; Gather all your people, and hold them to your heart. We remember how you loved us to your death, and still we celebrate, for you are with us here; And we believe that we will see you when you come, in […]