Oh! to walk the hills at night,
Beneath a beautiful moon so bright.
Casting shadows and shapes of the night,
Every star a magical mystic sight.
The Owl floating on silent wings of feather,
Mice scurrying amongst the Heather.
Bats swooping on tiny wings of leather,
The hills nightlife all coming together.
......
Oh! to walk the hills at night,
Beneath a beautiful moon so bright.
Casting shadows and shapes of the night,
Every star a magical mystic sight.
The Owl floating on silent wings of feather,
Mice scurrying amongst the Heather.
Bats swooping on tiny wings of leather,
The hills nightlife all coming together.
......