"Auld Lang Syne" In Our Memories
In our best memories do linger, those joyful times of so long ago,
Life in those Scottish Highlands, where the cold winds did so blow.
The hills and dales there have fondest landscapes, all ours to see,
No better or more happy place on the earth for any soul to be free.
My mind's eye does catch the special times when I was just a boy,
As I ran and to sing my favorite song, taught by my friend Old Roy.
"Auld Lang Syne" my lads, my Lassies, all together as we do sing,
Let us savor Scottish days so grand, in our memory forever to ring.
Down on the mote nearby the lakes, the wild deer all do feed,
The refreshing air and abundant grasses, all eat of every seed.
The trout fish each gather in bunches there, easy to be caught,
Who would know once a battleground, where a war was fought.
Each Scottish Lad and his Lassie appreciate scenes so serene,
As privacy and a quiet evening's repose, every breath so clean.
This marvel formed so long in the past, and forever will remain,
Well away from the city's hustle and bustle, quietude in a refrain.
My Scottish moors and grasslands, broad, are so fine to me,
My heart and my soul will always there reside, forever to be.
You may keep your wide city streets and all the automobiles,
For it will always to be the countryside, just for my eyes to see.
Smell of a marshland, to walk the broad paths, the highest hills,
Cooling breezes and rain to replenish, to dampen all the fields.
My Scotland will always remain, ever to be etched in my mind,
"Auld Lang Syne" forever kept close, are no finer words to find.