Wee Dougal and The Missing Tooth

Paul Colvin ©

Lynn and Alan Colvin at the launching of the QE2

Their rusted stones cry out in pain, some even shed a tear

And crawling down our pavements, it’s a pain I almost hear

I wish that they could take me back to a time when all was good

Take me back to the glory days, when here, my father stood.

Today I see a pale blue sky with nothing in between

I want to see that armoury and be where he’d once been

I want to see the river rush when banks were crashed by waves

I want to resurrect a time and raise them from their graves.

I want the fire, the noise, the smoke, the smell of molten steel

I want the children of today to know my Clyde was real

Let the cranes and mighty ships thrive once more in our towns

And let the people walk with pride and not with constant frowns.

Will we ever see their like again, will we ever feel that pride

The rusted stones still cry in pain as they stare down on the Clyde

It flows just like a river but it’s a river full of tears

And it’s crying as it rolls along, thinking of its better years.

When Scotland ruled the world’s seas, ships were built by men I’ve known