Bonnie Lad

The Scented wind she blows soft across the weathered moor.

A  carpet of many colors Lilac, White, Green, is on the floor.

A bonnie lad sits and cries for a love that’s forlorn.

For in his mind she’s reality, just waiting to be born.

Bonnie lad break not thy heart so.

For yer lassie knew when it was her time to go.

The good lord called her to be bye his side.

Awa she went awa tae bide.

You loved her so much with awe yer soul and very being.

And nurtured her in her illness as though she were yer sibling.

It was ne’er her choice to leave yeh this way.

Nor was it her Intendment tae make yer heart pay.

So take courage bonnie lad she loved you to the end.

As two precious jewels came together a perfect blend

So look at her mountains, lochs, and tree’s, its the gift that she left.

And treasure them forever her final bequest.

When the last snows of spring make there way to the streams.

She will live in your mind and cradle your dreams.

For bonnie lad she may not be with you but her spirit runs free.

A sure as the streams run doon tae the sea.