Leaving Scotland Blues

The Saltire or Saint Andrew's Cross

The Saltire or Saint Andrew’s Cross

Across the loch into the glen
Settling low on hillside heather
The morning mists moisten his eyes
Brush his heart like snow white feather
This love he knows
Will never go
Leaving Scotland forever

Across one more majestic bridge
Into the sleeping city centre
Soft drizzle falls like angels’ tears
A fitting start to this adventure
This doubt he knows
Will never go
Leaving Scotland forever

And she looks from a window there
With no more words to say
She too breaks slowly from within
As she sadly turns away

The lowlands pass beneath him now
The rolling hills abandoned
The verdant slopes are dull and grey
With sorrow and with chagrin
This ache he knows
Will never go
Leaving Scotland forever

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9 Responses to Leaving Scotland Blues

  1. utesmile says:

    You certainly won’t miss the cold….. and probably you will visit again, not for living but visiting. 🙂


  2. emmylgant says:

    Magnifique et terriblement triste.


  3. colonialist says:

    Scotland won’t let you do the ‘forever’ bit, unless you prematurely step in front of whatever one calls a bus in French, or something


  4. julespaige says:

    You can go back and visit can’t you…?
    Safe travels – do send a note as to where your settling.
    Take the time you need. I’ve moved too much when I was younger.
    I’ve been told that in the average of six months time you’ll feel somewhat at ease.


  5. RoSy says:

    There’s always that feeling of blues when leaving somewhere that you visit & have enjoyed. And – who knows…MAYBE one day you’ll go again.


  6. Alastair says:

    Going through the wall
    To the neighbouring England
    With a lump in the throat
    Heart sinks faster than quicksand
    This heart we know
    Will never go
    Scotland will miss you forever


  7. Ches says:

    Here’s tae ye.wha’s like ye
    Damned few cos the’ve goat nae trunks


  8. willow says:

    Scotland softly weeps as Anelephant departs.


  9. Nothing has to be forever and a new adventure awaits for the mighty elephant. You’ll carry a piece of Scotland with you no matter where you go.


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