Something for you, Voddie.
Sadness, tears and more, death clouds the Scottish skies dark
As the rain pours from Angels tears
On earth you shall mourn for the loss of your gran
Only happy thoughts you have are those of the past
And the one that says your Nonna be in a better place
She might not be here no more
But forever she'll stay with you
And this day forth it will be remembered
As the day the stars stopped shining
The Glasgow winter skies grey and forlorn
As the rain falls from the Angels tears.