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At an old stone gate beside a wall, Adam reaches out to a shaggy Highland cow, whose horns curve like halos in the morning mist.
Old Adam walked down by the stone wall each day, with ginger-fringed faces all staring his way. The Highland cows waited beside the old gate, their shaggy heads nodding—they knew he'd not be late. Their horns curved like halos up toward the sky, as morning steam rose and the curlews would cry. "Hello there, my friends!" called Adam with cheer, as soft muzzles nudged him whenever he's near.
Adam offers oatcake crumbs to the shaggy Highland cow, her soft muzzle nuzzling his coat pocket, while more cows approach across a green hillside.
The Highland cow sniffed at Adam's coat pocket, she knew that he brought her a treat he would stock it. With crumbs from his breakfast of oatcakes and bread, she munched them up gladly and nodded her head. "You're welcome, wee lassie," said Adam with glee, as more cows came running—a sight fine to see! They followed behind him across the green brae, their tails gently swishing throughout the whole day.
Adam strides across a windswept hillside in pouring rain, a shaggy Highland cow beside him, raindrops rolling off its thick fur.
The rain started falling, the wind gave a roar, but Adam kept walking like all times before. The Highland cows didn't mind weather so rough, their thick shaggy coats were protection enough. "Come on then!" called Adam, "We'll not let rain win! We're hardy Scots people with thick furry skin!" The cows seemed to laugh at his silly wee joke, as raindrops rolled off them like mist through the oak.
On a heather-covered hilltop, Adam sits against a tumbled stone wall, the shaggy Highland cow resting beside his knee, chewing purple heather.
On top of the brae, where the heather grew tall, Adam sat down by the old tumbled wall. The Highland cow settled beside his right knee, while Adam told stories of how things would be. "When I was a lad, I would run through these glens, past farmyard and fire, past the old cattle pens." The cow chewed the heather with eyes soft and brown, as Adam's voice carried through all of the town.
Adam leans against a mossy rock, the shaggy Highland cow nuzzling his shoulder softly, her brown eyes blinking gently in the late afternoon light.
"You're such a good listener," said Adam out loud, the Highland cow blinked at him, gentle and proud. "My children have moved to the cities, you see, but you and your friends, you still visit with me." The cow gave a soft moo, then flicked her long tail, as if understanding his heart-warming tale. She nuzzled his shoulder with her fuzzy face, and Adam felt blessed in this beautiful place.
In thick morning mist, Adam's breath mingles with the warm steam from a shaggy Highland cow's nostrils, their horns silhouetted against pale light.
The morning mist wrapped all around like a sheet, where Adam's warm breath and the cow's breath would meet. Their steam mixed together in cold highland air, like old friends united without any care. "Some people want silver, some people want gold, but I've got you friends, worth more stories untold." The Highland cow's horns swayed in rhythm and time, as Adam felt wealthy beyond any dime.
Adam stands by a stone wall, calling out as several shaggy Highland cows, including one close with long ginger fringe, gather around him from a green field.
"Come here, Bonnie! Heather! Come Thistle and Rose!" called Adam, and each Highland cow stood on her toes. They knew their own names, they came when he'd call, from the farthest green field to the near stone wall. "That's right, my good lassies, I know every one! You're Bracken and Rowan and Fern in the sun!" His voice rolled across all the glens far and wide, while Highland cows gathered with him side by side.
Adam grins while trudging along a muddy farm track, the shaggy Highland cow's legs splattered with thick mud as they move together.
Through mud went their walking, from gate to the green, the muddiest pathway that ever was seen! The Highland cows' legs got all muddy at ends, but Adam just laughed with his four-legged friends. "A bit of good mud never hurt anyone! It washes away when we're dried by the sun." They tracked through the puddles without any fuss, just Adam and cows on the old farmers' bus.
The shaggy Highland cow wanders toward a patch of heather, flicking her long tail, while Adam watches from the path with a gentle smile.
The Highland cow listened to all Adam said, then wandered away to the heather's soft bed. She'd flick her long tail like she'd heard every word, then graze on the hillside beside a wee bird. "That's fine, lass," said Adam, "You take your own time, I'll still be here walking this pathway of mine." For friendship stays true though friends wander away, they'd meet once again at the end of the day.
At dusk, Adam walks past a farmyard with the shaggy Highland cow, the warm glow of a cottage fire in the distance as he hums a tune.
From fireside at home to the farmyard each morn, through fields where the Highland cows' calves would be born, Adam would walk with a song in his heart, knowing his friendship would never depart. "From fire to the pens where you sleep every night, I'll sing you this song till the stars shine their light." The Highland cow mooed like she sang the tune too, under Scottish skies painted in every hue.
With arms spread wide on a windy hilltop, Adam sings loudly as the shaggy Highland cow and others moo along, their heads bobbing under a wide sky.
"Highland cows are my best friends!" sang Adam so clear, his voice rang through valleys for all folks to hear. "Hey!" mooed all the cows, like they joined in his song, their shaggy heads bobbing as he walked along. The curlews joined too with their own special cry, as music spread out underneath the wide sky. From mountains to meadows the happy song went, about friendship and joy and the time that they spent.
At sunset, Adam waves goodbye to the shaggy Highland cow, whose horns glow against a pink sky, as he turns to walk home with a smile.
The sun started setting on one more fine day, with ginger-fringed faces still watching his way. "I'll see you tomorrow, my dear Highland friends, I'll walk this track with you again and again!" The cows gave soft moos like they waved him goodbye, with horns like wee halos against the pink sky. And Adam walked home with a smile on his face, for Highland cows filled his heart's happiest place.