Flower of Scotland

Sometimes I wonder if I will ever see the beautiful land of my forefathers, and whether times will not have changed the values and traditions I grew up longing for.

Flower of Scotland

Will this Gray ever see yer like?

How will you receive me? 

A deserter of old.

Will times have changed thee?

Yer hearths gone cold.

I still feel yer chill though

in the heat of the day,

and feel a deep longing

for the pride of a Scot.

The pride of a Gray.

I know I am broken.

So is my song,

But in these long nights

I'll sing along 

to the tune of my homeland.

Where I hope the Thistle

still stands strong.

Reviews

[Alicia Cubatoso]

very different, I read a few of your pieces, I like the style of your writing.

[Murmur Muses]

A robin, sing! and scattered my anxiety.
I listen to the voice in your voice
that we whisper in the inner ear.