Echoes

I sing to the rocks on the road to Roundstone
and they sing of home to me.

I whisper my secrets to blooming heather
and she whispers back to me.

I hum a tune to silver stream that rushes past
and she hums my melody.

I wipe my eyes in the mountain wind
and she cries her heart for me.

I see the sea wave on every tide
and she comes and comes for me.