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My family, known as the Burns clan          
Coming from Scotland, a private man
Loved the Heathers by the bay
Naming his baby one  sweet day

The clan had a terrible fight
Breaking up one stormy night
Moved on to find the way
Prepare him for a brighter day

Loved his family, made a tree
Had two sons, finally me

My mother was the rock for my father

I stood on the rock of Lauralee
Silently looking out to sea.
Scanning the horizon, no ship in
sight,
Perhaps a phantom, in the night.

Today, I'm standing here again,
Watching your ship, rounding the
bend
Catching you in the misty air
My heart leaped to see you there

Once more invited home with me
Standing on the rock of Lauralee

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