Edinburgh

As the city sleeps ,in its morning dust

and I walk the streets ,of bother and fuss

and I follow my feet , wherever they go 

from my heart beat , is Scottish love 

Edinburgh , is where I live , Edinburgh , a beautiful , bonnie gift 

Edinburgh , in my eyes , a Tartan Sky, Edinburgh , and so I’ll die 

see the rough sleepers , forcing thier eyes awake 

Below the Scottish sun, the morning daybreak 

the crowds of people ,thier heads turn to the skies

In thier days of life ,things going , through thier roving eyes 

each day ,as they live thier city life 

Edinburgh , has become Scottish Pride 

the castle sleeps , with its elegant view 

history captured , in its graceful time 

the piper plays his bagpipe tune

his music haunts ,the Edinburgh Tattoo

respect to all the military men 

who fought in wars , and gave thier lives for you