I sing an Edinburgh song:
Of love in bed all morning long
(We never made that lunchtime show)
The castle garden’s where we’d go
And eat ice cream and pitch and putt;
The brains on which we’d nightly glut;
Being together in a play;
We’re together every day;
Together touring Princes Street
And having fun at Arthur’s Seat.
I sing an Edinburgh song
For you, my love, all my life long
