• Written By: Richard James
• Lyrics By: Richard James

Listen Here While I Play Your Favorite Song
You come around and then you’re gone
Many Miles Of Road Stood between you and your home A place that we will always know

Take my hand as we walk on down that road
And hope the land is never sold
Half a mile from town is the only place you know Through the cold rain and snow

Those Scottish Eyes
They treat me kindly
White hair and a weathered Smile
They both surround me
Mary and Martha
Greet me gently

Dig my grave, down that same old dusty road
Farm the land and let it grow
Teach your children, they can carry twice the load I’ll see you soon it’s time to go.

Those Scottish Eyes
They treat me kindly
White hair and a weathered Smile
They both surround me
Mary and Martha
Greet me gently