I smile, once more
As I think
Of the light that plays
Upon the softness of your lips
And of your wistful gaze,
Kind expression.
That speaks to me
Of Scotlands grace
So too, the fairness
Of your skin
That glows like moonlight
On a settled sea
And your features fair,
Bosom warm
So well presented
In your crimson gown
So yes, I'll always
Think of you
For you speak the truth
Of our Nations charm.