smell of dear
I come from the smell of dear
I come from bullet in the car
I come from rifles in the living room
I come from the wild wilderness
I come from the bitter cold
I come from dogs barking non-stop
I come from long journeys to school
I Come from the sight of Land Rovers and Argos
I come from the tales of the tops of the hill
I come from the Small little Bothy in the moor
I come from the deer farm
I come from The stories of the mount
I come from the long long walks
I come from the family camping holders
I come from the big bundles of clothes
I come from the annoying brother
I come from old cold houses
I come from my mum always being late to pick me up from nursery
I come from the Highlands of Scotland
