A Crofter's Tale

I live in the highlands with valleys and mountains, Working the soil where I spend all my days, For this is my home I was born and was raised in, A crofter my father I learned from his ways. I followed his footsteps like he had before me, Passed down generations from father to son, I gathered the wisdom from all of my elders, And knew as a crofter a job's never done. I toiled in the morning I toiled through the evening, Sowing and planting and turning the sod, When I was too tired to go on any longer, I sank to my knees and I then prayed to God. To bring a good harvest to earn me a living, To clothe and to feed me so I could survive, I prayed for my elderly mother and father, Until they were sadly no longer alive. I married a lass she was sweet and so pretty, We raised a young family I taught them my trade, My boys grew up quickly and as I grew older, I left them the reins and I lived in their shade. And now as I look on the valleys and mountains, With my love beside me our lives almost done, Our children have learnt all the ways of a crofter, And carry the torch now from father to son.