The crystal spring near Cultezeoun
In summer days was well renown,
It sparkled clear 'neath Peden's Thorn
From days of yore;
Where memories of my youth were born
But are no more.
The songs of home they still preside
While dreaming of that country side,
When boyhood pleasures fill my mind
With joy and pain,
To Carrick Braes I am inclined;
On Scotland's main.
To tread across the Mochrum brae
And watch the sunset o'er the bay,
Or wonder at Crossraguel's might
Down through the years;
Baltersan's image guides my light
And dries my tears.
Fate is irreverent, as is time
When watching o'er a youthful prime,
Its melodies still waltz and sing
Within the heart;
Where memories of that crystal spring,
Shall never part.
But if I'm spared to come again
I'll wander every hill and glen,
And from these foreign shores forlorn
I'll seek new height,
To sing sweet praise from Peden's Thorn
Both day and night.