My Broken Scottish Heart

<br>This is the tree where we used to play<br>And in its shade she promised me we`d marry one day<br>But Scotland is small, and I`m smaller still<br>And if she gets the chance to leave I fear that she will<br>And I`m telling myself<br>When she goes I`ll close my eyes<br>When she goes I`ll turn away<br>The saddest sounds you`ll ever hear<br>Are her bagpipes in the distance<br>And the slowing of my broken Scottish heart<br>This is the place she asked me to meet<br>To break the news of promises that she could not keep<br>I asked are you sure<br>She answered sweetly<br>You silly fool America will not come to me<br>And I`m telling myself<br>When she goes I`ll close my eyes<br>When she goes I`ll turn away<br>The saddest sounds you`ll ever hear<br>Are her bagpipes in the distance<br>And the slowing of my broken Scottish heart<br>This is the tree<br>Where I`ll make my grave<br>If death won`t comfort me at least I`ll be in the shade<br>And maybe one day she`ll return to this place<br>To recollect our parting and the look on my face<br>As she walked away<br>When she went my eyes were wide<br>When she went I took her on<br>Those last goodbyes were like the thunder<br>And I was deafened despite the distance<br>And the silence of my broken Scottish heart