She always spoke of Scotland
With a faraway look in her eye
The fog, the moors, the lochs she saw
In her memory of years gone by
Where the sea would crash the cliffs below
As she would sit above
And stare out at the water
And watch for her true love.
Her love was the son of a fisherman
And his Da would teach him the trade
But she knew that they had different dreams
Of a land far, far away.
They saved and saved and made their plans
They dreamed their dreams and prayed
And she sold baked goods in the town
And he learned the fishing trade.
They finally had enough money
And off to London they ran
They bought two tickets on a steamer
To take them to their new land.
Once on board they asked the captain
If he would marry them at sea
And they had the wedding of their dreams
In love as they could be.
They raised six kids with horses and mules
And built their home by hand
They made a life full of love and grace
And were happy in their new land.
But time marches on as the ancients say
And you can't hold back the tide
And people age and eyes grow dim
And their shuffles lessen their stride.
The hands that used to bake are still
Except for giving hugs
And behind the wrinkles the dimples show
When the memories begin to tug
He's gone now and so Grandma stares
And sees what we can't see
And dreams of a place so far away
And the girl she used to be.