Sun painted stone blocks, long porch glasses turning
Walking to your house and the leaves were burning
Leaves were burning

You signed me up for mornings out tacking up horses
Laps under cold barn lights, steaming breaths and courses
Wrapped in Scotland
Sisters talking

Every time I closed my eyes
Clouds would fill my mind when I said goodbye
I still hear the sound of you
Reading to the room that adored you too

You helped your sister's family enter the country
Up from the south they drove six states on Sunday
States on Sunday
States on Sunday

Swapping the plates at dawn just south of the border
You packed the kids in your car and snuck them over
Snuck them over
Snuck them over

You must have loved the paintings of the Glasgow four
Your memories together all around
Tell me Margaret, Frances, will you walk again
In heaven fall down laughing on the ground
On the ground
On the ground
On the ground

Walking in the winter
Light clouds did fill the night St. Frances died
I still hear the sound of you singing me a tune in a Sun-lit room

Every time I close my eyes
Clouds they fill my mind when I say goodbye
I still hear the sound of you
Reading to the room that adored you

On the ground
Wrapped in Scotland
Sisters talking
Sisters talking