She followed the wind as she sang into the night,
A lullaby for all the children sleeping wrapped up tight,
A song to soothe a thousand souls,
Upon the breast to enliven a thousand goals.
The joyful and saddening songs of the night,
Passed between ruby lips - a joyful sight.

Her heart burning with passion,
Her eyes a glow,
She started up humbly, coarse and low,
A story of a young girl turned old,
Up in Scotland, starting her journey through the cold,
Caledonia, it's title my sweethearts, you will see,
My song, forged from experience and joyful glee.