Songs of days gone by
by Alice McKiel

Here are a few songs Grandma used to sing while she knitted me a scarf or mittens


For fame and for fortune, I've wondered this earth
And now I've come back to, this land of my birth.
I've brought back my treasures, but only to find
They're less than the pleasures I first left behind

Chorus: For these are my mountains and this is my glen
The braes of my childhood will know me again.
No land's ever claimed me, though far I did roam.
For these are my mountains and I'm going home.

The burn by the wayside sings at my going by-
The whaup over head, wings with welcoming cry-
The loch where the scart flies at last I can see.
It's here that my heart lies - It's here I'll be free

Kind faces will meet me and welcome me in
And how they will greet me - my ain kith and kin.
This night 'round the ingle old sangs will be sung
At last I'll be hearing my ain mither tongue.