Under the Sign of the Thistle ©

Under the sign of the thistle I am faithful to a land
Travelling to the northern lights every year to expand

Under the sign of my clans I sing of Runrig a song
And passionately I write nostalgic poems all day long

Under the sign of Caledonia I live to see sun and rain
In the Celtic soul landscaped gardens of a benefit terrain

Under the sign of a mystic miracle I draw a sketchbook
For advantage of my ancestors cultural heritage I took

Under the sign of a teenage rebellion I defeated a wall
When dreams had come and hope was starting to fall

Under the sign of my memory I take snapshots en route
Where the beautiful flowers of Scotland powerfully shoot