She had a dream some time ago
Of long lost days of yore;
A dream of loved ones left behind
On dear old Scotland's shore.
Grandmother dear she thinks it was,
The one in memory's eye
The northern mists obscured her dream
And passed on with a sigh.
She saw the Morgan lands of old,
The craggy shores and fields,
And wished they had not had to leave
The life it ever yields.
A misty vision came near her
And paused before her view.
Grandmother dear she knows it was;
Her eyes were Morgan blue.