George Donaldson Glasgow
Glasgow I miss you, and I hate to be away
Have to travel around the world another town, another day
So many things I miss, like the humor and the rain
For anyone who lives there, there's no need to explain
We were history that shaped the world and a willingness to share
Jinty's every Sunday night, there's nothing can compare
The river weaving like a snake, dividing North and South
Let us send the ships out to the sea through the quite famous mouth
I miss the pubs and the people, they make the city shine
With a friendly welcome they make me proud to call it mine
With a heart that beats from deep within so old but ever young
With a finger ever on the pulse, Glasgow, you're my mother
I'm proud to be your son
Our Gale Street broad and cultural; Canon Street what class
Sauchiehall Street, the name alone, well, it makes the tourists laugh
Central Station takes you south, to a foreign land
Queen Street headed north, to the mountains, lochs and sands
I miss the pubs and the people, they make the city shine
It's friendly welcome they make me proud to call it mine
With a heart that beats from deep within so old but ever young
With a finger ever on the pulse, Glasgow, you're my mother
I'm proud to be your son
Famous names from days of yore up to the present day
Clans from centuries ago that the English cleared away
St. Mungo standing tall, on that famous coat of arms
The fish, the tree, the bird, the rain, the bell that never rang
But don't just take my word for it, come check it for yourself
You'll find a new dimension, with a thrill and an inner wealth
And as you leave by plane or train and you hear that engine drone
You'll wish that you could stay and rest, that Glasgow was your home
I miss the pubs and the people, they make my city shine
It's friendly welcome make me proud to call it mine
With a heart that beats from deep within so old but ever young
With a finger ever on the pulse, Glasgow, my mother
I'm proud to be your son
Glasgow, you're my mother
I'm proud to be your son