THESE ARE MY MOUNTAINS.

In loving memory of my Dad. Born Bellshill, Scotland died Melbourne, Australia November 19th 2000.

Dad was quiet, caring man who was always fun to be around. As his only child he loved me dearly . He was a one of a kind Grandfather to Rowan, his only Grandchild, who idolised him. They had such an amazing relationship.



These Are My Mountains.

For fame and for fortune,
I wandered the earth
And now I've come back to
This land of my birth
I’ve brought back my treasures
But only to find
They're less than the pleasuresI first left behind

For these are my mountains,
And this is my glen
The braes of my childhood,
Will know me again
No land's ever claimed me,
Tho'far I did roam
For these are my mountains,
And I'm going home.


The burn by the road sings,
At my going by
The whaup o’er the head wings
With welcoming cry
The loch where the scart flies
At last I can see
Its here where my heart lies
It’s here I’ll be free


Kind faces will greet me
And welcome me in
And how they will greet me
My ain kith and kin
This night round the ingle
Old songs will be sung
At last I'll be hearing
My ain mother tongue.


Dad is at rest in Scotland where his heart always remained.