Train from Inverness

See the highland sheep graze in the fields
scattering when the engineer
pulls the horn in a long, mournful bleat
calling out to the heather - C a t h e r i n e!

You can lose your gaze in the fogged moor
sloping up the hills, and almost catch sight
of that tragic lover Heathcliff in his search,
crying along with the train - C a t h e r i n e!