Huntwork Hewitt My Broken Scottish Heart
This is the tree where we used to play And in its shade she promised me we'd marry one day But Scotland is small, and I'm smaller still And if she gets the chance to leave I fear that she will And I'm telling myself When she goes I'll close my eyes When she goes I'll turn away The saddest sounds you'll ever hear Are her bagpipes in the distance And the slowing of my broken Scottish heart This is the place she asked me to meet To break the news of promises that she could not keep I asked are you sure She answered sweetly You silly fool America will not come to me And I'm telling myself When she goes I'll close my eyes When she goes I'll turn away The saddest sounds you'll ever hear Are her bagpipes in the distance And the slowing of my broken Scottish heart This is the tree Where I'll make my grave If death won't comfort me at least I'll be in the shade And maybe one day she'll return to this place To recollect our parting and the look on my face As she walked away When she went my eyes were wide When she went I took her on Those last goodbyes were like the thunder And I was deafened despite the distance And the silence of my broken Scottish heart
