Highland Days
Nurse, oh nurse, this body is quickly growing thin
The ears that heard laments of pipers mountainside are failing now
The legs that walked through valleys
deep, are aided by a frame of steel now.
The eyes that looked upon the
snowcapped mountain see such things no more.
The birdsong that once sounded loud, is dulling into silence
Take me back to highland days,
lakeland loves and strolling in the dales.
Back in time to when these legs could carry me again
Back to when this hand was holding out a wedding ring
'Cause here in this room stand just pictures of a vista far away.
And strangers open armed with gifts
whose faces are just pleading to be known.
Stranger, oh stranger, you talk to me of days in your youth
Of time spent in Yorkshire towns that once I'm sure I called home.
And every story seems like it should be familiar to me
Like the picture on the wall of a smile that looks back at me.
'Cause here in this room stand just pictures of a vista far away.
And strangers open armed with gifts
whose faces are just pleading to be known.
And home could be anywhere but this plain white-walled room.
With these strangers open armed with gifts
whose faces are just pleading to be known.
Nurse oh nurse, this memory is fading
The ears that heard laments of pipers mountainside are failing now
The legs that walked through valleys
deep, are aided by a frame of steel now.
The eyes that looked upon the
snowcapped mountain see such things no more.
The birdsong that once sounded loud, is dulling into silence
Take me back to highland days,
lakeland loves and strolling in the dales.
Back in time to when these legs could carry me again
Back to when this hand was holding out a wedding ring
'Cause here in this room stand just pictures of a vista far away.
And strangers open armed with gifts
whose faces are just pleading to be known.
Stranger, oh stranger, you talk to me of days in your youth
Of time spent in Yorkshire towns that once I'm sure I called home.
And every story seems like it should be familiar to me
Like the picture on the wall of a smile that looks back at me.
'Cause here in this room stand just pictures of a vista far away.
And strangers open armed with gifts
whose faces are just pleading to be known.
And home could be anywhere but this plain white-walled room.
With these strangers open armed with gifts
whose faces are just pleading to be known.
Nurse oh nurse, this memory is fading
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Writer(s): Dominic Aaron Johnson
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