The North East Poem by Paul Downie

I feel it now, I know she waits,
To guide my shade cross troubled straits.
From mountains, fields, and rolling seas,
I hear her voice now calling me.
To my home—where I'll rest in peace,
My bonnie home, the North East.

I feel it now, for old am I,
For far too long I did deny
My teuchters blood, my memories,
Of all who came before me.
To my home—where I'll rest in peace,
My bonnie home, the North East.

I feel it now, my time is done,
Say farewell to this Pictish son.
I leave behind this mortal coil,
Returning to my native soil.
To my home—where I'll rest in peace,
My bonnie home, the North East.

I feel it now, there's no need to cry,
When you look out at twilight sky.
Know I have not embraced the night,
Instead I've chased the morning light.
To my home—where I'll rest in peace,
My bonnie home, the North East.

I feel it now, I know she waits
To guide my shade cross troubled straits.
But know that we will meet again
When you come here, my loving friend.
To my home—where I'll rest in peace,
My bonnie home, the North East.

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