A wonderful song, and well sung indeed. A large bowl of kash for my celtic friend,please. oh, and what the heck...a bowl for the eternally inebriated Apil, too.

The trees were lovely, Mac, but what I liked best was to go up to the peaks where the wind moves in the grass, and it looks like waves on the ocean; to lean against some wind-shaped rock and watch the clouds race across the sky, and lakes shining in the valleys like pieces of bright silver. Where I could see far into the distance, and it seemed, almost to the edge of the earth.