As they walked up to one of the houses alongside Rolf and Mabel, Tommy asked Fiona. "You're very busy today, aren't you?"
"Aye, my sister, Jean and Charlie are getting married tonight." said Fiona.
"Well, let me be the first to say 'congratulations." said Tommy.
"That's very kind of you."
"Not at all. In this case, their happiness is mine. Besides, Charlie's a nice kid."
"Aye, that, he is."
"You know," said Tommy. "It's wonderfully refreshing these days to see someone so enthusiastic about getting married."
"Is it so unusual?" asked Fiona.
"Oh, I think so." replied Tommy. "Look at me. I was thinking of facing the minister once and I certainly wasn't bubbling over like Charlie."
"Oh?"
"Oh, what?"
"Well, somehow, you don't look like the sort of lad who'd be thinkin' of settlin' down."
"I didn't say that." Tommy said as Fiona knocked on the door. "I just said I was thinking of getting married."
"Well, if you felt that way," said Fiona. "Then it's a good thing you didn't."
"Yes, I suppose it was." said Tommy.
As he spoke, the door opened, revealing a plump woman, who greeted. "Good mornin', Fio...
"Oh!" she exclaimed, glancing at Tommy, who said. "Likewise."
"Tommy Albright was just passin' through, Mrs. Macintosh." explained Fiona.
"Where do ya come from?" Mrs. Macintosh asked Tommy, who replied. "From America."
"You're an American?" said an astonished Mrs. Macintosh.
"Isn't that all right?" asked Tommy.
"Aye, of course." replied Mrs. Macintosh, who took the potato basket from Fiona, to whom she said. "I'll bring the bread over to your cottage in a hour, dearie."
"Thank you, Mrs. Macintosh." said Fiona, who said to Tommy as they left her house with Rolf and Mabel. "She gives us bread for our potatoes."
"That's nice." said Tommy.
"Well, she is a very nice lady. It's just that..."
"It's just that...people don't come here very often?" Tommy finished for Fiona, who chuckled. "You're very understandin'."
"No. No, I'm not." said Tommy. "I don't understand one thing about this place."
Fiona smiled at him, then turned towards a green field with Rolf and Mabel beside her.
"Where are you going now?" asked Tommy.
"Well, I have some heather to collect for the wedding decorations." replied Fiona.
"Where do you do that?"
"On the far hill, where the heather is."
"Do you mind if I come along?" asked Tommy.
"Not at all." said Fiona. "Why did you want to?"
"Why?" repeated Tommy as he followed her into the field. "Oh, I don't know exactly. Maybe it's because I've nothing much else to do. Or maybe it's because I'm so full of wonder about this place and want to stay a little longer. Or maybe it's because I remember how relieved I was when I found out it was your sister's wedding day and not yours.
Can't we two go walkin' together
Out beyond the valley of trees
Out where there's a hillside of heather
Curtsyin' gently in the breeze.
That's what I'd like to do
See the heather...but with you
The mist of May is in the gloamin'
And all the clouds are holdin' still
So take my hand and let's go roamin'
Through the heather on the hill
The mornin' dew is blinkin' yonder
There's lazy music in the rill
And all I want to do is wander
Through the heather on the hill
There may be other days as rich and rare
There may be other springs as full and fair
But they won't be the same
They'll come and go
For this I know
That when the mist is in the gloamin'
And all the clouds are holdin' still,
If you're not there, I won't go roamin'
Through the heather on the hill
The heather on the hill
As the forst animals listened to Tommy's singing, Fiona gazed back at him lovingly, when Rolf and Mabel's barking snapped them back to reality, where they have already come across a glade full of white heather, which they excitedly picked up, with the extra help of Fiona's animal friends.
"Oh, look, Fiona!" Tommy said, pointing at a nearby bridge. "More heather across that bri..."
But before he could cross it, Rolf and Mabel pulled him away from the bridge.
"Hey, hey, hey, easy!" Tommy said, freeing his pants from the dogs' teeth. "What's gotten into you?"
"Tommy, there isn't any white heather over there." Fiona said.
"Well, of course there is. There's plenty..." Tommy said, stopping himself short upon seeing Fiona's face. "What is it? What frightened you?"
"It's nothing." Fiona said quickly.
"Is it the bridge?" asked Tommy. "Why do you have such a look of fear on your face?"
"I can't answer that."
"Why can't you? Fiona, what's the matter? What's going on around here? What was all that stuff about Charlie and a miracle and..."
Instead of answering, Fiona ran away back to Brigadoon with Rolf, Mabel and the forest animals not far behind.
"Fiona, wait!" Tommy called out, only to tumble down the hill, nearly crashing into Jeff, who exclaimed. "Oh, my gosh! Tommy! Are you hurt?"
"No, Jeff." Tommy sighed dreamfully. "I'm alright. Or maybe...
Maybe the sun gave me the pow'r,
For I could swim Loch Lomond and be home in half an hour.
Maybe the air gave me the drive,
For I'm all aglow and alive.
What a day this has been
What a rare mood I'm in
Why, it's almost like being in love
There's a smile on my face
For the whole human race
Why, it's almost like being in love
All the music of life seems to be
Like a bell that is ringing for me
And from the way that I feel
When that bell starts to peal
I could swear I was falling
I would swear I was falling
It's almost like being in love.
"And I lost him already." Jeff groaned to himself as he was dragged by Tommy, who danced with him while the forest animals watched.