In Edinburgh,
Where all her colors were born
Where blues grazed her eyes
And every lavender was torn
In Edinburgh,
Where lips of violet were pursed
Where the greys all surrendered
And the Lothians touched her first
In Edinburgh,
Where cobblestone formed her feet
Where her kiss swept through meadows
With windswept hair like golden wheat
In Edinburgh,
Where her roots took hold in the moors
Where her innocence first trembled
And nimble toes danced along shores
In Edinburgh,
Where her sins became my daydream
Where a tomorrow may never come
And her love only flows downstream
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
In Edinburgh,
Where all her colors were born
Where blues grazed her eyes
And every lavender was torn
In Edinburgh,
Where lips of violet were pursed
Where the greys all surrendered
And the Lothians touched her first
In Edinburgh,
Where cobblestone formed her feet
Where her kiss swept through meadows
With windswept hair like golden wheat
In Edinburgh,
Where her roots took hold in the moors
Where her innocence first trembled
And nimble toes danced along shores
In Edinburgh,
Where her sins became my daydream
Where a tomorrow may never come
And her love only flows downstream
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