Song of Scotland
By Faerieofheart3
Sing to me of Scotland
I long to hear her song
Sing to me of Scotland
'Tis there where I belong
.
Tell me of the trees there
Her flowers and her birds
I think that I shall be there
If you paint it with your words
.
Fashion me a postcard
Let your lips speak for your eyes
Not knowing is what's most hard
Which should be no big surprise
.
Lock me up at Loch Ness
Pray, Nessie I will see
Bolt the door, please, real tight, lest
Nessie might get me
.
Do they play the pipes there
Perhaps they play the flute
The gentlemen in kilts there
I'll bet they are real cute
.
The thistle and the heather
So lovely on the ground
In any kind of weather
I'm sure they can be found
.
My kinfolk, they hail from there
Paxton's their clan name
It feels so awfully unfair
Though no one is to blame
.
America is fine by me
I love her to my core
It's just, sometimes, I long to see
Scotland, there, on her shore
.
Sing to me of Scotland
I long to hear her song
Sing to me of Scotland
'Tis there where I belong
.
Songs of Scotland
By Kathy Lynn
T’is my homeland that endears your heart
With its magic and beauty
Will be my place to start
To read the works of our masters
Will awaken your heart and soul
For to them Scotland was heaven
Not merely a place they called home
We are enshrouded with myths and legends
Some will make your hair stand on end
Then there are others that will engulf you in
Only make you want to read them all again
T’is the home of Wallace and his mighty battles
The English king had a nickname for the Bruce
He laughingly called him the Hobb,
An old word for Robert, but still no excuse
Many famous writers have come from our land
Many a statesmen have served in your country
All trustworthy and all honored men
For justice and freedom they took a stand
T’is a bonnie day before me as I look upon the skies
T’is the fields of heather flowing in the breeze
That brings tears to this Scot’s eyes
There are castles on mountain tops
With froths below them flowing to the sea
All for the protection of the people
Who were so afraid of their enemies
There are no better pipe players
Nor the sounds of flutes that are so grand
They play the songs of long ago
In my bonnie Scotland
The kilts are worn by men of pride
Many battles were fought
With their kinfolk by their side
To keep Scotland free was their cry
I am of the Cummings Clan
A descendent of William De Comyn
A Norman noble granted land
The English king, David 1
T’is my homeland near the sea
With its rolling waves and azure skies
A land of wonderment and beauty
In my heart the only place for me
Sing a song of Scotland
Lassie you just cannot compare
Sing a song of Scotland
Your heart will always be there
It can be hard to dream of elvish things in a dwarfish world. Ha!
But you know, Romance never dies, and keeps overcoming all hardships, kill-joy religions and puritanical regimes.
Regis
fee
George
Your friend, Mark