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