On a day when the weather is fine
I seem to be walking on cloud nine.
Everything is brighter than before
My feet seem hardly to touch the floor.

My heart floats like a song in the air
With nature I’m having an affair
I feel sunlight dancing on my skin,
Intoxicating like lime and gin.

So many stars are before my eyes
My heart floats like a dove in the skies
The world is such a beautiful place
I shall not want to leave it in haste

It fills me with such gladness of heart
My soul enraptured by divine art
Nature clothed in such colourful hue
Bright and shining and forever new

An old world that young forever stays
Sharing with all its life giving rays
Beauty in man may be just skin-deep
Nature its youth will forever keep.

Look into my eyes and you will see
You and me and all eternity.
Everything dims into nothingness,
Just you and me in the Universe.

Whispering softly in your ear
Many things that only you can hear…
Paths leading everywhere far and wide;
Will you hold my hand and be my guide?

Whatever lies beyond matters not
When eternity is all we’ve got.
Past and future, all rolled into one.
Always present. Around us is none.

If I am Queen of Scotland and you are King
We will wander thro’ all the castles, you and I.
Who knows what the years ahead will bring?
One thing I know, we will see endless Skye.

We will feel so small but yet so free;
Mother Earth steady beneath our feet
On every blade of grass, to the highest tree
We can curl up and sink into sleep.

Scotland, O Scotland! Here we come whilst we are still at one,
Your pipers, bagpipes and drums tug at our heartstrings
When dusk falls and all is said and done,
Only the Gods know what the future brings.

My heart yearns for you, your passion and your fire;
Your world is strangely dark and deep.
Can a heart smoulder with such love and desire,
Mesmerised by your magic and mysteries, and secrets you keep.

They tell me that I am no good;
They lock me up in jail.
They give me all the sloppy food
They tell me I have failed.

They take away my self-respect;
They tell me no one cares,
They tell me you will soon forget
I’m part of your nightmares.

They say they’ll throw away the key;
My cell is dark and cold.
By and by you will forget me
As I grow weak and old.

The days grow short, the nights grow long;
My time is running out
Like the end of a dreary song
I have no breath to shout.

A jailbird has no wings to fly,
Not like your feathered friends;
A jailbird can just wait to die;
His way to make amends.

Christmas is here! Time for good cheer!
Once more the best time of the year!
TV programmes; same old! Same old!
We love them! Stick with what we know.

The season we’re celebrating;
All year long we have been waiting.
Eating food we don’t have to make
From scratch. Nor do we need to bake.

Shops sprinkled with white Christmas dust;
All things sparkling! All things a must!
Time for fun, for laughter, for joy!
From “on-line” get the latest toy.

Buy in haste, regret at leisure…
Toys that give us short-term pleasure.
Turkeys vote for Christmas, we know…
Brussels sprouts, and all things that grow.

Life is “hard labour” thro’ the year;
Comes Christmas, pop champagne, not beer!
Heston’s puddings have all sold out;
“That is a nightmare!” some may shout.

Christmas passed. New Year comes around…
Is snow lying thick on the ground?
We have survived another year;
Very soon ‘Springwatch’ will be here.

Creepy crawlies and birds that sing,
Showers with the first buds of Spring,
Lambs frolicking, pretty flowers grow…
Also, weeds that we did not sow…

There is an attic in your house
Quite the place I’d like to browse
What is in it, I’d like to see
Things unwanted, full of mystery

Things valued once upon a time
Now you cannot buy for a dime
Old but too new to throw away
Things you may reach for any day

Vinyls, and such music sublime!
Too much stuff to fit in my rhyme
Christmas trees that have lost their shine
Bottles of fine old vintage wine

Old toys for which you used to pine
Once more you may search for and find
Like trophies from another time
Throwing out would be such a crime

So keep them – you know where they are
Your doll house, train set or your car
Toys you may play with once again
With the zest that may still remain.

I have a silver castle in the sky
One day, we will visit it, you and I
We will sail down the river, gently row
Eyes affixed on my castle, from below.

My beautiful castle is shining bright
Surreal and surrounded by mist at night
We will keep rowing until morning dawns
We will haul in nets of shimmering prawns.

My castle in the sky is very far
We will never reach it by boat or car
But in my mind it will always hold true
All is possible at the time of Yule.

In dreams my castle can be anywhere
Wherever I wish it, it will be there
Between you and me, no one else should know
My dream castle is made of ice and snow.

In my dreams I should also let you know
Castle walls glisten with silver and gold
Dreams of castles in moonlight all aglow
Piled sky-high with treasure and wealth untold.

Can I tell you, while I am feeling bold
Sadly, comes dawn, there is nought to behold
All the same, dream I will and dream I must
Tho' at dawn, even castles turn to dust.