Journey Northwards

I know not where I am going The road is strange before me Must use my brain in the pouring-down rain The clouds seem darker this morning. Turn to the east or turn to the west? That vital question is looming No! Keep straight on to the crags beyond Where the highlands greet the lowlands. Scared am I, and I know just why Desolate terrain surrounds me My view is obscured - but say not a word I'm two miles south of Stirling. Suddenly the sun is shining The mountains are singing for awhile In country of Robert Bruce, Robbie Burns Sir Walter Scott and Thomas Carlyle. Some famous landmarks I must visit And enjoy the land of Scottish grace. I have an urge to visit the Castle And to shop around in the Market Place. Forgetting about the warring factions The eighteenth century has long gone by I will soon say farewell to the River Forth And the azure blue of a northern sky. Now homeward to Sunderland I am bound And the road is familiar before me My journey is done ~ satisfaction is won And another new autumn is dawning.