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Song (more a poem) about my dad ( an " Ayrshire boy" ) and also about my mother, and my sister),and the beach at Ayr where I spent a lot of holiday time on in my formative years.
In this song/poem, my mother is the story teller. She died many years before my dad. The song is about her "wait" for him to come home, which he now has.
I meant to say some more at the start of this video, but sometimes easier to "sing" words than to "say" them. I have never really played this song before. My co writer did the music, and a nice piano version.
But here, it's just me, in what was once my dad's bedroom, singing for him and my mum, and my and sister. Written about 2 or three years ago,I thought it was time the song the light of day.
My Ayrshire Boy © Rejman/Stevenson
My Ayrshire boy is coming home,
In my arms you chanced to roam
I had to leave you on your own
My Ayrshire boy, time to come home
We had a love to light the skies
I saw the sea dance in your eyes
Soft Scottish sands on which we'd lie
My Ayrshire boy, find wings to fly
I loved the redness of your cheeks
A country boy, though shy and meek
You fought a war, so the free could speak
Now come and find the peace you seek
The Ailsa Craig stands tall and proud
Mother Nature's trumpet playing loud
On donkey rides, amongst the crowds
Our children played, no thoughts of shrouds
No winds of sorrow, beneath blue skies
Such happy days ahead would rise
But all that lives must face demise
My Ayrshire boy, come dry your eyes
I watched your tears fall oh so free
Such tears you cried, thinking of me
But I was waiting, as you see
My Ayrshire boy, now home with me
(repeat verse 1)