I've wandered many a weary mile
Down by Kilhenzie Burn,
Where thrush and blackbird alternate
In sweet melodic turn.
Alone I wandered through those woods
Where destiny would cry;
Compelling was the urge of youth,
To seek new foreign sky.
Kilhenzie Castle still endures
Where youthful memories stray,
And the black burn ripples gently
With Girvan to the bay.
I often reminisce these days
Of youthful passing years
And I'm reminded of a truth
That calms my aging fears.
That if I no more shall wander
Throughout Kilhenzie glen;
I was inspired to greater heights
Than ever I dreamed then. |