A cabin nestled by the trees
A trickling stream, a rustling breeze
A cosy home, a drifting tune
Our sanctuary, our Crook O’Lune
A river flowing through the dale
An arching bridge, a snaking trail
A cloudy sky, a peeping moon
Our place of peace, our Crook O’Lune
A woodland in the hills of green
A change of pace, a tranquil scene
A fair display of nature’s boon
Our calm retreat, our Crook O’Lune
A couple on the path of love
A field below, vast skies above
A season turns, unveils a rune
Our mystery, our Crook O’Lune
— Wayne Visser