Kenneth Mckellar Granny's Highland Hame
Where the heather bells are blooming just outside
Grannie’s door,
Where as laddies there we played, in days of long ago.
‘Neath the shadow of Ben Braggie and Golspie’s lordly
stane.
How I wish that I could see my Grannie’s Hielan’ Hame.
Far away in the hielands there stands a wee hoose,
and it stands on the breest o’ the brae.
Where we played as laddies there lang lang ago,
and it seems it was just yesterday.
I can still see old grannie, a smile on her face,
just as sweet as the heather dew.
When she kissed me good-bye with a tear in her eye,
said laddie may God bless you.
Where the heather bells are blooming, just outside
Grannie’s door,
Where as laddies there we played, in days of long ago.
‘Neath the shadow of Ben Braggie and Golspie’s lordly
stane.
How I wish that I could see my Grannie’s Hielan’ Hame.