This is the tree where we used to play

And in its shade she promised me we'd marry one day

But Scotland is small, and I'm smaller still

And if she gets the chance to leave I fear that she will

And I'm telling myself

When she goes I'll close my eyes

When she goes I'll turn away

The saddest sounds you'll ever hear

Are her bagpipes in the distance

And the slowing of my broken Scottish heart

This is the place she asked me to meet

To break the news of promises that she could not keep

I asked are you sure

She answered sweetly

You silly fool America will not come to me

And I'm telling myself

When she goes I'll close my eyes

When she goes I'll turn away

The saddest sounds you'll ever hear

Are her bagpipes in the distance

And the slowing of my broken Scottish heart

This is the tree

Where I'll make my grave

If death won't comfort me at least I'll be in the shade

And maybe one day she'll return to this place

To recollect our parting and the look on my face

As she walked away

When she went my eyes were wide

When she went I took her on

Those last goodbyes were like the thunder

And I was deafened despite the distance

And the silence of my broken Scottish heart