Steve Wright: Music

Father, dear father it’s your only son
Who ran off with the army for adventure and fun
Been fighting Yanks for King George in a battle not won
So he gave us land north in Nova Scotia
My land, I’ve cleared it and I built me a home
I’ve pulled up roots, burned stumps, and dug out many a stone
And at the end of my day I hear father to son
Touch not the cat bot a glove
(CH)
When the moon rises up on the water
That’s when I’m thinking of you
For it lights up the bay to my home far away
Dear old Scotland, the Highlands, and you.
Mother, dear mother you can hear me I pray
I 've married a young lass from New England way
And she bore us three children; yes I’ve named them true
One for father, myself, and for you
Oh my Mariam loves me and I love her too
We work hard together and do the best for our brood
She loves ‘em and she scrubs ‘em, and I know you’d approve
She the salt of the earth just like you
(CH)
High on a hillside looking over the bay
Young William McIntosh kneels there to pray
He longs for his homeland, his parents his friends
But he knows he’ll not see them again
(CH)
And the moon rises up on the water
And a scar burns deep in his soul
Many lives as the cat, much beauty much love
But touch not the cat bot a glove
Oh touch not the cat bot a glove
© E.S.Wright