I Dream of Home

My Thoughts go back to Scotland
Where I first saw the light,
This not only happens through the day
But in my dreams at night.
 
The reason that we emigrated
I must admit was strong,
Yet often to myself I muse
Did we do right or wrong?
 
We're happy to be with our boys
Still deep down in our heart,
We feel the pull of Scotland
And know we are a part.
 
Right now we have our memories
Of happy cycling days,
When with Johnstone Wheelers
We travelled your highways.
 
Your mountains and your rivers
Those heather clad hills and glens,
Your lovely trees and wild flowers
And those humble but and bens.
 
It's nice here in New Zealand
To that I must agree,
But those who want can have it
It's "SCOTLAND YET" for me.