The Light From the Harbor

They had traveled to the dismal streets of Glasgow Where these Scottish folk had come in good faith The roustabouts who worked to save their bawbees The Stewarts and McLallen clan had sold their Mains They came to change their destiny To leave this land of despair Taking their life savings, their families and small treasures Buying their passage to leave all they had known Down to the lights at Glasgow harbor Where the great ships sailed the mighty seas Where stood the tallship Glen Lee waiting to leave in the morn To venture across the great Atlantic taking them To the teeming shores of America To breathe the air of chosen promises Where the sun rises on its golden shore The light from the harbor burned bright in their spirits They gathered closely as loyals and friends do Expecting to see a sign shining like a bright star to lead the way As morning light lay on the horizon of their dreams But alas each heart lay broken and silent For the swift Glen Lee was afire And sank like the hopes they carried within them As they huddled on those foresaken shores