Where have you been all the years,
Father of my dreams?
Wear a kilt and stamp
The arms of your clan
Deep into my burned out heart.
I climbed them
The Highlands of Scotland.
Where have you been?
Where have you been all the years,
Father of my fantasies?
Let us raise a glass of whisky
To rinse away all tears.
I saw them
The inns of Scotland.
Where have you been?
Where have you been all the years,
Father of my hopes?
Play a song on the pipe
And let the sounds of your
Celtic ancestors tinkle
Over the Scottish Sea.
I sailed around
The harbours of Scotland.
I will come back.
Where are you?
© Sonja Nic Rafferty ~ 1989 (my German original) Written when I thought I still could find my father. Unluckily I came too late.
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 13.08.2004.
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