Текст песни Huntwork Hewitt - My Broken Scottish Heart
Huntwork Hewitt - My Broken Scottish Heart слова песни
This is the tree where we used to playAnd in its shade she promised me we`d marry one dayBut Scotland is small, and I`m smaller stillAnd if she gets the chance to leave I fear that she willAnd I`m telling myselfWhen she goes I`ll close my eyesWhen she goes I`ll turn awayThe saddest sounds you`ll ever hearAre her bagpipes in the distanceAnd the slowing of my broken Scottish heartThis is the place she asked me to meetTo break the news of promises that she could not keepI asked are you sureShe answered sweetlyYou silly fool America will not come to meAnd I`m telling myselfWhen she goes I`ll close my eyesWhen she goes I`ll turn awayThe saddest sounds you`ll ever hearAre her bagpipes in the distanceAnd the slowing of my broken Scottish heartThis is the treeWhere I`ll make my graveIf death won`t comfort me at least I`ll be in the shadeAnd maybe one day she`ll return to this placeTo recollect our parting and the look on my faceAs she walked awayWhen she went my eyes were wideWhen she went I took her onThose last goodbyes were like the thunderAnd I was deafened despite the distanceAnd the silence of my broken Scottish heart