1: I remember well the time when Wull was quite a singer,
On Saturday you'd see him doon at the village inn;
He enjoyed a conversation and a whisky wi the lads,
But you would see his face licht up when he was asked to sing,

For there was music on his mind and music in his heart and in his soul.

2: He gave it every thing he had, he sang just like a lintie,
He guessed the crowd aa loved him when they shouted out, “Encore”;
And he would never fail them wi his unassuming smile,
It was never any bother tae gie them aa some more.

For there was music on his mind and music in his heart and in his soul.

3: But cruel time it journeys on, auld Will he had a stroke,
An aifter that he couldna mind the songs he’d known so well,
And when he has another try a tear near blins ma ee,
I ken that roun the corner it can happen tae masel.

For there was music on his mind and music in his heart and in his soul.