Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have some verse to pour
This wonder of life has led me back home
Like a poet of scotland once scribed:
Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill
Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have a memory to make
Dancing to auld lang syne
Thinking of the heather of home
Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill
