M. Daedalus - POETRY / POESIA

You are three centuries of yearning
You are the youth of the morning
You are a thousand generations
You are the heart of our aspirations

The Ben Nevis on the eyes of a child
A roving eagle ruling the wild
Flags flying on a solitary trawler
An old melody that will live forever

The gates of history are ajar again
Honouring heroic ancestors slain
From the depth of the firth comes a voice
A peopleís will, a nationís choice

In waiting there is the might of destiny
In achieving there is harmony
Fulfilling an assignment of hope
Returning to the embrace of Europe

Triumph out of battles lost
The future will recover the  cost
Following Saint Andrew in his call
Oh Scotland, once again standing tall!
An Anthem for Scotland

see also:
  • wall of emptiness
  • high tide
  • wings
  • Dresden
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