Sun painted stone blocks, long porch glasses turning Walking to your house and the leaves were burning Leaves were burning You signed me up for mornings out tacking up horses Laps under cold barn lights, steaming breaths and courses Wrapped in Scotland Sisters talking Every time I closed my eyes Clouds would fill my mind when I said goodbye I still hear the sound of you Reading to the room that adored you too You helped your sister's family enter the country Up from the south they drove six states on Sunday States on Sunday States on Sunday Swapping the plates at dawn just south of the border You packed the kids in your car and snuck them over Snuck them over Snuck them over You must have loved the paintings of the Glasgow four Your memories together all around Tell me Margaret, Frances, will you walk again In heaven fall down laughing on the ground On the ground On the ground On the ground Walking in the winter Light clouds did fill the night St. Frances died I still hear the sound of you singing me a tune in a Sun-lit room Every time I close my eyes Clouds they fill my mind when I say goodbye I still hear the sound of you Reading to the room that adored you On the ground Wrapped in Scotland Sisters talking Sisters talking