Clouds drift, hush deep lake,
Silver ghosts in twilight’s breath,
Soft mist veils the peaks,
Echoes wane on water’s skin,
Night sighs—Loch Lomond sleeps.
Clouds
Clouds drift, hush deep lake,
Silver ghosts in twilight’s breath,
Soft mist veils the peaks,
Echoes wane on water’s skin,
Night sighs—Loch Lomond sleeps.
