The Wishart Cure (A Tribute to the Family)

This a ballad dedicated to the Wishart Clan, on my mother's side. It is based off of what my grandfather calls the Wishart Cure, which is a toast made in honor of our deceased relatives and kin.

A drink for those who left us,
And a drink for those that remain.
A drink for the memories of long ago.
Another for those yet to be made.

And so it goes, the Wishart Cure,
To aid us in our grief.
The ties that bind us all as one.
The love that brings relief.

God rest all those who are in the ground.
God bless all those who still give breath.
God carry ye who've travel far.
God keep all ye who've never left.

Our legacy we've come to hear.
Our history we have seen.
From Scotland far to Bristol near,
And all those in between.

A healing word from one to all,
To wipe away our sorrow.
To reminisce of yesterday,
And look forward to tomorrow.

A drink for those who left us,
And a drink for those that remain.
A drink for the memories of long ago.
Another for those yet to be made.

And so it goes, the Wishart Cure,
To aid us in our grief.
The ties that bind us all as one.
The love that brings relief.