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Well, my heartīs in the highlands, gentle and fair
Honey suckle bloominī in the wildwood air
Bluebells blazinī where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well, my heartīs in the highlands, Iīm gonna go there when
I feel good enough to go.
Windows were shakinī all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this morninī and I looked at the same old page
Same old rat race, life in the same old cage.
I donīt want nothinī from anyone, ainīt that much to take
Wouldnīt know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone would come and push back the clock for me.
Well, my heartīs in the highlands, wherever I roam
Thatīs where Iīll be when I get called home
The wind it whispers to the buck-eyed trees of rhyme
Well, my heartīs in the highlands, I can only get there one step at a time.
Iīm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someoneīs always yellinī, "Turn him down"
Feel like Iīm driftinī, driftinī from scene to scene
Iīm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean.
Insanity is smashinī up against my soul
You could say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop.
My heartīs in the highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the black swan
Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low
Well, my heartīs in the highlands, only place left to go.
Iīm in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I do but, Iīm just really not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her.
Well, it must be a holiday, thereīs nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face, with long white shiny legs
I said, "Tell me what I want," she say, "You probably want hard boiled eggs."
I say, "Thatīs right, bring me some."
She says, "We ainīt got any, you picked the wrong time to come."
Then she says, "I know youīre an artist, draw a picture of me."
I said, "I would if I could but I donīt do sketches from memory."
Well, she then, she says, "Iīm right here in front of you, or
havenīt you looked?"
I say, "All right, I know but I donīt have my drawing book."
She gives me a napkin, she say, "You can do it on that."
I say, "Yes I could but I donīt know where my pencil is at."
She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says, "All right now go ahead, draw me, Iīm stayinī right here."
I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
Well, she takes her napkin and throws it back and says, "That
donīt look a thing like me."
I said, "Oh, kind Miss, it most certainly does."
She say, "You must be jokinī," I say, "I wish I was."
Then she says, "You donīt read women authors do ya?" at least
thatīs what I think I hear her say
Well, I said, "How would you know and what would it matter anyway?"
Well she says, "You just donīt seem like you do." I said,
"Youīre way wrong."
She says "Which ones have you read then?" I say, "Iīve read
Erica Jong."
She goes away for a minute and I slide out, out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street but nobody is goinī anywhere.
Well, my heartīs in the highlands with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow
My heartīs in the highlands, I canīt see any other way to go.
Every day is the same thing, out the door
Feel further away than ever before
Some things in life it just gets too late to learn
Well, Iīm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns.
I see people in the park forgettinī their troubles and woes
Theyīre drinkinī and dancinī, wearinī bright colored clothes
All the young men, with the young women lookinī so good
Well, Iīd trade places with any of īem in a minute, if I could.
Iīm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talkinī to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full length leather coat
Somebody just asked me if Iīve registered to vote.
The sun is beginninī to shine on me
But itīs not like the sun that used to be
The partyīs over and thereīs less and less to say
I got new eyes, everything looks far away.
Well, my heartīs in the highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
Thereīs a way to get there and Iīll figure it out somehow
Well, Iīm already there in my mind, and thatīs good enough for now.
Translate to:
Well, my heartīs in the highlands, gentle and fair
Honey suckle bloominī in the wildwood air
Bluebells blazinī where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well, my heartīs in the highlands, Iīm gonna go there when
I feel good enough to go.
Windows were shakinī all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this morninī and I looked at the same old page
Same old rat race, life in the same old cage.
I donīt want nothinī from anyone, ainīt that much to take
Wouldnīt know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone would come and push back the clock for me.
Well, my heartīs in the highlands, wherever I roam
Thatīs where Iīll be when I get called home
The wind it whispers to the buck-eyed trees of rhyme
Well, my heartīs in the highlands, I can only get there one step at a time.
Iīm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someoneīs always yellinī, "Turn him down"
Feel like Iīm driftinī, driftinī from scene to scene
Iīm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean.
Insanity is smashinī up against my soul
You could say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway, maybe take it to the pawn shop.
My heartīs in the highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the black swan
Big white clouds like chariots that swing down low
Well, my heartīs in the highlands, only place left to go.
Iīm in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Or maybe I do but, Iīm just really not sure
Waitress comes over, nobody in the place but me and her.
Well, it must be a holiday, thereīs nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face, with long white shiny legs
I said, "Tell me what I want," she say, "You probably want hard boiled eggs."
I say, "Thatīs right, bring me some."
She says, "We ainīt got any, you picked the wrong time to come."
Then she says, "I know youīre an artist, draw a picture of me."
I said, "I would if I could but I donīt do sketches from memory."
Well, she then, she says, "Iīm right here in front of you, or
havenīt you looked?"
I say, "All right, I know but I donīt have my drawing book."
She gives me a napkin, she say, "You can do it on that."
I say, "Yes I could but I donīt know where my pencil is at."
She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says, "All right now go ahead, draw me, Iīm stayinī right here."
I make a few lines and I show it for her to see
Well, she takes her napkin and throws it back and says, "That
donīt look a thing like me."
I said, "Oh, kind Miss, it most certainly does."
She say, "You must be jokinī," I say, "I wish I was."
Then she says, "You donīt read women authors do ya?" at least
thatīs what I think I hear her say
Well, I said, "How would you know and what would it matter anyway?"
Well she says, "You just donīt seem like you do." I said,
"Youīre way wrong."
She says "Which ones have you read then?" I say, "Iīve read
Erica Jong."
She goes away for a minute and I slide out, out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street but nobody is goinī anywhere.
Well, my heartīs in the highlands with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and the snap of the bow
My heartīs in the highlands, I canīt see any other way to go.
Every day is the same thing, out the door
Feel further away than ever before
Some things in life it just gets too late to learn
Well, Iīm lost somewhere, I must have made a few bad turns.
I see people in the park forgettinī their troubles and woes
Theyīre drinkinī and dancinī, wearinī bright colored clothes
All the young men, with the young women lookinī so good
Well, Iīd trade places with any of īem in a minute, if I could.
Iīm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talkinī to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full length leather coat
Somebody just asked me if Iīve registered to vote.
The sun is beginninī to shine on me
But itīs not like the sun that used to be
The partyīs over and thereīs less and less to say
I got new eyes, everything looks far away.
Well, my heartīs in the highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
Thereīs a way to get there and Iīll figure it out somehow
Well, Iīm already there in my mind, and thatīs good enough for now.