Lyrics

"Hearts of Home"

(Verse 1)
By the Clyde where the old ships lay,
My father worked his hands each day,
From the waves to the iron and steel,
A steady heart, a soul so real.

And my mother, through the midnight light,
A healer’s hands so soft yet bright,
Through the halls of Dykebar’s care,
She gave her love, she gave her prayers.

(Chorus)
Oh, the hearth is warm where love is true,
Through storm or calm, they carried you.
With steady hands and hearts so strong,
A love like theirs will linger on.

(Verse 2)
On a Monday night, the darts would fly,
At Brigg Inn under Paisley’s sky,
And weekends called the winding roads,
To fishing lines and tales untold.

By Sandylands in summer’s light,
The caravan glowed warm at night,
A childhood wrapped in winds so free,
With waves that whispered to the sea.

(Chorus)
Oh, the hearth is warm where love is true,
Through storm or calm, they carried you.
With steady hands and hearts so strong,
A love like theirs will linger on.

(Bridge)
Now time moves on, but still they stay,
In every word, in every way.
The hands that painted, built our dreams,
Are carved in stone where memory gleams.

(Final Chorus)
Oh, the hearth is warm where love is true,
Through storm or calm, they carried you.
With steady hands and hearts so strong,
A love like theirs will linger on.

(Outro)
So raise a glass, let voices soar,
For those who walk with us no more,
Yet in our hearts, their light still grows,
Like Celtic winds where the river flows.