Tale as old as time. True as it can be. Barely even friends. Then somebody bends. Unexpectedly. Just a little change. Small to say the least. Both a little scared. Neither one prepared. Beauty and the
Scots-Gaelic Lyrics. A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth. Mise ri d' thaobh, O mhaighdean bhan. Ar righinn oig, fas as faic. Do thir, dileas fhein. A ghrian a's a ghealaich, stuir sinn. Gu uair ar cliu
