When I was young and only knew

of love as pure as morning dew,

I fixed upon a Scottish sky

with clear untainted childish eye…

 

and wondered what might lie beyond

to hold my heart and mind so fond,

that I could leave such sheltered home

and without want so idly roam.

 

Now I am old I’ve come to know

of love that stays wherever I go,

that see’s beyond the earthly veil

where right and all that’s good prevail…

 

and though the shadows dark and long

reach out to me from where I’ve gone,

I stand amidst unfailing light

a man blessed with a child’s sight.