Mother Bring Me Home

Mother Bring Me Home

I left those shores so long ago
Vivid mem’ries of her face
The land I call my Mother
How I long for her embrace

I’ve traveled o’er this wretched globe
My feet grow tired, my body old
I long to lay my weary head
Amongst those mossy stones

Mother bring me home
For here I don’t belong
My heart and souls’ been aching
Now for far too long
A beggar I would be
If I could only see
Those bonnie hills and moors
Oh, Mother bring me home

Remembering rainy days I’ve spent
Watching mists that had been sent
O’er the hills and through the glens
I’d walk the mighty river bends

Heathered fields where I did roam
Oh, how I miss my ancient home
I hope each night before I sleep
I’ll wake and there I’ll be

Mother bring me home
For here I don’t belong
My heart and souls’ been aching
Now for far too long
A beggar I would be
If I could only see
Those bonnie hills and moors
Oh, Mother bring me home

Copyright © 2001 Sherry R. Macbeth (Shadowfae)