By yon bonny banks, a spirit comes home, Through the glens and the valleys, Forever to roam. The swirl of the pipes, the smell of the heather, The beauty of the lochs, are yours forever, You?re the stag on the hillside, standing so proud, You?re the eagle, that flies free, up in the clouds. You?re the sunlight that glints on the water so still, You?re the warm breeze, that whispers, Through the forest and the hills, Reunited with loved ones, that have gone afore, Nanny Em, Granddad Dick, you couldn?t ask for more. Every time I hear the bagpipes play, I will hear your voice, I will stop and pray. I will thank God, for your life, for you being my son, But most of all, forever the joy, that you gave everyone. Thanks for choosing me, to be your mam, I will love you forever, till kingdom come. You?ll be with me forever, in my heart and soul, Till we meet again, when my world grows old. Missing you SON, Love always and forever, Heartbroken mam xxx |
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| Ian with his Nannie Em. Reunited in heaven. |
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| IAN WAS VERY PROUD OF HIS SCOTTISH ROOTS. |
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