Thoughts of Home

by

Neil Harding McAlister

 

Please turn on your speakers if you’d like the hear the music that goes with these lyrics.

 

 

 

O, when I left Scotland long years ago                                      

All the hills were covered with snow,

And the sunshine sparkled bright on the loch

Still and deep in the glen below.

I was then but a young lad –

And a young man has to roam.

And I did not know how soon I would miss

My wee croft and my Scottish home.

 

Where the eagle soars o’er high mountain crags

And the glen sweeps down to the sea,

Where the heather paints the fair purple hills,

Lies the hearth that is dear to me --

Where fire light shines on faces

Of the loved ones I have known,

And the skirl of pipes rides wild on the wind

With a song of my Highland home.

 

Now this brave New World holds much for a lad.

‘Tis a fine and promising land

Where a man may earn his fortune and fame

By the labor of his own hands.

I’ve worked hard and I’ve prospered,

But I’d trade all that I own

Just to see once more the bright, bonnie glen

That still shines in my thoughts of home. 

 

 

 

 

 

Lyrics and Music ©  1999, Neil Harding McAlister

Port Perry, Ontario, Canada

 

Contact:  neilmac@durham.net