I'm Thinking Of Home

Thinking Of Home

By Paul McCann & Marie Hyneman

I was born in a spot of land of great fame

A wee town in Ireland though lengthy in its name

Still deep in my heart fond memories abound

Of a place called Newtownards in Dear old County Down .

Sure though I’m in exile in my memory still

I wander every time there over Scrabo Hill

There high from her Tower an old church I see

Not far from the township, that meant heaven to me

I’m thinking of home , I know you won’t mind

 these treasured loved ones, I left far behind.

To wander through bluebells with you , I still dream

and to gaze on old Scrabo standing there,  so serene .

As I sit here near Sydney time passes away

Still praying my dear ones to return there one day

Grass roots grow deeper and father time can’t erase

the love of ones country , his homeland and race.

I’m thinking of home , I know you won’t mind

of those treasured loved ones, I left far behind

to wander through bluebells with you , I still dream

and to gaze on old Scrabo standing there so serene .

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