Il testo della These islands green

By robin williamson

Scotland o where i was born
And happy i have been
It is days come months come long years
Since my home i have seen
All over north america
From shore to shore i roamed
It's thinking often all the while
And how would i get home

And all good friends what may betide
So dear so far away
And the green and pleasant countryside
Where erst i spent my days
And when the road is hard and long
I oftimes call to mind
Old scotland's vales and scotland's dales
And the love i left behind

But this rolling world's no poet's home
Nor has been since man's fall
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
Where the lonesome sparrow calls
His notes evokes a broken key
As you can understand
Which makes us roving strangers all
From our native land

So treat me kindly as i go
As heaven doth require
A safe rest and a friendly word
Are all that i desire
And a glass of your good whiskey bring
In the height of my good cheer
And i'll think on it kindly many a mile
When i am gone from here

I'll take the good times with the bad
Times are nothing sure
I've learned the while that fortune smiles
On them that can endure
Ah but i will trust in providence
No matter where i roam
And honest ways and honest days
Will lead us all safe home