Jessie From The Glen ©

Imagine no planes and no radio waves
Imagine the dreams that were powered by sails
And a world so vast it went on without end
And leaving Glenluce for Van Demiens Land


Chorus:
Leaving the river in the Valley of Light
Leaving the sands where she played as a child
And family and friends to sail with the tide
To never return o'er the ocean so wide

But poor Jessie's dreams were never to be
The Stone by the Loch says she died at sea
Just a hundred miles short of Van Deimen's Land
The Parish of Inch was her journey's end

And here with her tale that will never be told
Down through the trees, by the White Loch so cold,
She lies beneath bluebells and sheltering deer
So far from the dreams that took her so near