A Mothers Son
Written by
Whiteheather.
I always wanted to be a Soldier, just like my Dad
That's what his Mum said, about her bonnie wee lad
The years went by, he grew up strong
And in the Army, is where Jamie longed
The day came, when Jamie sailed away
His Mum on the shore, praying he'd return one day
Jamie wrote to his Darlin Mum
Dear Mum, this is Jamie, your loving Son
The guns are loud, the canons a' screaming
Coming home is what I'm dreaming
I can hear the pipes, I can hear them playing
Were coming home, they seem to be saying
The pipes they played, for a soldiers Son
Who fought the battle, who fought and won
Jamie's Mum at the station was waiting
A pain in her heart, the tension was creating
The crowd that gathered, to see their village son
All was their for Jamie's Mum
The pipes they played, The Battles O'er
As the train pulled in, they opened the carriage door
The flag draped coffin, carried shoulder high
As the rifles fired, into a cloudless sky
Jamie's home, he was one of the best
The pipes are playing, as Jamie is laid to rest
A soldier he was, from the cradle to the grave
For his countries freedom, his life he gave
Jamie's home, he was one of the best
The pipes are playing, as Jamie is laid to rest.
"Lest We Forget"
Whiteheather.
