soil and soul

My desire and my dreams in the cold hill, the cold hill,
..With her pure spring water roaring down through a mist,
The sun and the starlight kissing her tresses
..While I want her and crave her as long as I live

- from 'Fhuar-Bheinn' - 'The Cold Hill', Rev Dr Kenneth Macleod

It's not just water that quenches thirst