To be sung to the tune of ‘Leaving on a jet plane’ , first thing tomorrow morning

All our bags are packed
We’re ready to go
She’s parked up there outside our door
I hate to start her up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’
It’s early morn
Emerald’s waitin’
She’s blowin’ her horn
Already I’m so worried
I could cry ( or wet myself )

So fire up and rev for me
Tell me that you’ll not blow out for me
Road-hold me like you’ll never let me go
‘Cause we’re leavin’ in our Emerald
Don’t know when we’ll be back again
Oh babe, I can’t wait to go….to Scotland

There’s so many times I’ve put you down
So many times I’ve played around ( with your big end )
I tell you now, they don’t mean a thing
Every campsite I go, I’ll sleep in you
Every song I sing, I’ll sing for you
When I come back, I’ll bring ..a case of Iron Brew

.Yes the time has come …we are off to see hills,lochs,mountains and of course -the BIG one

“Making the bed, Laying the Table’.

http://www.glasgowsculpturestudios.org/exhibitions/katie-schwab/