With my heart in your hand,
I cross the fields of green.
Crossing paths of the Highland,
Below the silvery moonbeam.

Beltane filled with a crisp air,
Your eyes glimmer in the light,
Climbing the mountain stair,
Toward destinies flight.

Our love a ray of hope,
Swirling in the mist of trees,
Gliding down the valley slope,
Amongst the sensual breeze.

Walking with glee through open field,
Toward our home of bliss,
Our bond of love truly sealed,
With an embracing kiss.