This fascinating area in the middle of nowhere is both welcoming and hostile in equal measure. It is also breathtaking and dramatic.
Once more I take a trip across the moor
This no-man’s land, this magnet, this lure
And though you welcome me, you will not let me stay
But I wouldn’t have it any other way
For that’s what makes you what you are
A wilderness, a paradise, so near and yet so far
Water spills from your lochans, feeding rivers east and west
Huge boulders lie where giants, laid them down to rest
Oh Rannoch Moor, mystical land, rugged, untamed and wild
Heaven and history combine, hand in hand with the ghosts of time
Buachaille Etive Mor in silence keeps
The secrets of a moor that never sleeps
The rhythm of your heartbeat breathes life into this land
With changing moods like waves upon the sand
No empty shielings lie bare
For no-one stopped, to put down roots, they knew they could not dare
So the beauty of your wildness, was destined to stay strong
And though I know I cannot stay, I feel that I belong
Oh Rannoch Moor, mystical land, rugged, untamed and wild
Heaven and history combine, hand in hand with the ghosts of time
