In the midst of the Highlands,
A warrior stretches to sunrise,
His hair black and waist length,
Flowing in the wind of time.

His muscular mass a dark tone,
With gold inscribed armbands,
He pulls himself to his full height,
Breathing the fresh morning air.

His kilt swaying around him,
With the colors of the Clan MacKeltar,
His eyes a golden-brown,
With a twinkle of green.

His journey awaits him,
To return to his love,
Heart and soul he will pledge,
To be bound for all eternity.