Intro

(Female voice, soft and wistful)

I write to you from a distant shore...

Where the sea meets a sky I've never seen before.

Verse 1

(Female)

The ink is black, the paper thin

A map of where I've never been

I trace the lines of stories told

Of misty glens and highlands cold

I feel the chill, I hear the pipes

Upon the wind that grips the nights

And in each word, a truth I find

A landscape painted in my mind.

Pre-Chorus

(Female)

And though my hand may never hold the stone

Or feel the breath of lands you've known...