Neil Stewart McLeod Biography

Sing me a song of fine old ships,
Of fine old ships and the sea,
With hulls that ply the rolling waves
Like a claymore flying free;
...

I grew up in Africa,
I've been to Zanzibar
I've seen the great Rift Valley,
and it's western rim so far,
...

There are many smells of Africa
That I at times recall:
The quay side waft of tainted water
In the harbor pool,
...

Who is God's wee watchman
Chirping through the night?
Who let's us know that all is safe
That everything's alright?
...

It sits there on the sideboard
Or on the mantle shelf,
And after such a long time
You don't notice it yourself.
...