Pennan Brae
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'Pennan Brae' is a small village in Scotland where my grandfather is from. This song is a tribute to him.
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He sailed from the Highlands
South to Vera Cruz
Deep in the Brazilian heartland
A man of twenty-two
Up the coastline
North to Montreal
Leather bag upon his frame
Six foot one inch tall
He lived the way I want to
Freely without care
Rode the western railway
Wind rushing though his hair
East to West coast to coast
Where his best plans were laid
Yonder cross those hills
Where the spirit wills
Where I chase my thrills
Yonder cross those..
Got some land
Worked it to the bone
Met a true love
There they made a home
Had a family
Three girls and no more
Warm welcome awaited
By his front porch unlocked door
Moved the way I want to
With a subtle grace
Hand extended
Warm smile on his face
A life of peace and joy and love
Is what true freedom seeks
Wonder
When we’ll walk again
In a garden
That you fondly tend
Share the laughter
Smell the cashmere
As you press me
Tight against my tears
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