Hearts of Olden Glory

I've struggled all day to find the words to thank Campbell and Jane for the wondrous night at Hampden.
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As Campbell said to my wife Margaret in his email this morning " Douglas was like a wee lad in a sweetie shop ".

There I was, standing on the hallowed turf of Hampden with Scotland scarf and bunnet, [ a gift from Campbell ], proudly displayed and a pie in one hand and a cup of Bovril in the other, then for a few hours I was transported away from having to deal with my mother's passing and dealing with her affairs.

Campbell and I have actually only met twice in person, which demonstrates the power of blipfoto and the way it connects people, perhaps not always as dramatically as this, but connecting people with a pure joy for the camera and recording the daily events in our lives and sharing those events with fellow blippers with a like interest.

I've searched and searched for the right way to express my feelings and finally decided on this song from Runrig. "Hearts of Olden Glory".

Campbell, I cannot fully express how much your kindness over the past few weeks has meant to me. When we phoned Margaret from Hampden last night she emailed me to say "that was the first time in weeks I sounded happy".
Words can never express my gratitude and friendship for you.
I hope the words of the song can somehow convey how I felt last night.

Yes at first glance it might seem written for those of Scottish origin, but read the words please, and in the place of the word "Scotland" think of your own country, your own roots, your own near and distant families, of generations past and those yet to come.


Hearts Of Olden Glory

There's thunder clouds
Round the hometown bay
As I walk out
In the rain
Through the sepia showers
And the photoflood days

I caught a fleeting glimpse
Of life
And though the water's
Black as night
The colours of Scotland
Leave you young inside

There must be a place
Under the sun
Where hearts of olden glory
Grow young

There's a vision
Coming soon
Through the faith
That cleans your wound
Hearts of olden glory
Will be renewed

Down the glens
Where the headlands stand
I feel a healing
Through this land
A cross for a people
Like wind through your hands

There must be a place
Under the sun
Where hearts of olden glory
Grow young