Scottish Past ©
Anthony Ewen
Filey, England
2005
I dream a dream of sons and lovers
Of passion and pain of fathers and brothers
Of tempest and storm of people and pride
Of future and past that’s hard to divide
I dream a dream of hills and glens and waters of blue
Of long summer evenings and mornings of dew
Of endless vistas each a story to tell
Of Sunday mornings and the kirk bell
I dream a dream of a mother's embrace
Of a woman's tenderness of a woman's grace
Of a mother's words and telling advice
Of getting away wi' it once but definitely not twice
I dream a dream of my lover's first kiss
Of a spirit from when parted my life is amiss
Of the woman whose love embraces all that is life
Of the woman, my lover, my ardour, my wife
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