Scottish Sunrise

The eastern sun rises o'er the seas of Scottish heather
And the Highlands come alive in a moorland rapture.
Bestowed upon me in fair weather,
Mine eyes focused a bewildering capture.

Glow of the heavens in crimson bright
Will cast a true enduring scene.
Where larks now linger in the morning light
O'er the Highland's moor purple and green.

The sunrise finally reaches the day
Where the mountains join the sky.
Closely you peer upon the brae
As the gray clouds pass merely by.

O Scottish sunrise you reached in strife
In steadfast splendor purple and green.
The Scottish heather strong in life
Touched my soul serene.

When I die and April is drenched in showers,
Carry my soul Heaven bound.
Let my spirit dwell among the heathery flowers
And lay my dead body in Scottish ground.