Where your heart lies

For these are my mountains, And this is my glen
The braes of my childhood, Will know me again
No land's ever claimed me, Tho'far I did roam
For these are my mountains, And I'm going home

The burn by the road sings, at my going by
The whaup o'er the head wings
With welcoming cry
The loch where the scart flies
At last I can see
Its here where my heart lies
It's here I'll be free

Yet another sketch I decided to color. Not sure who wrote the original lyrics, it's an old folk song called These Are my Mountains.