Unbenannt

Mo chridhe
Sitting here in that city
'thougt that life thae life wud be pretty
but aye when A keek at ra sky
A see ra clouds flewing by
Ma hert greets
Oh how cud A hae left ma hameland?
Whaur ra glens are sae bonnie
an ra winds are still free...
But A'm in this city
an ma hert thon died lang agae
how cud A life in chains,
ma hert needed freedom sae!

von Sunniva Zelia