Hebridean Dreams

Hebridean Dreams When God created Scotland He had some bits left o-er He threw them over his shoulder Some thirty miles from shore They landed in the Atlantic The stormiest of seas He looked at them and called them The Outer Hebrides They look just like a string of pearls With their lovely golden sands And people come to admire them From many distant lands The locals make them welcome The hospitality can’t be beat Their Whisky and fresh salmon Really are a treat So if you come to Scotland To spend your holiday Be sure to cross the Minch to see The bits God threw away ©Ian Russell