Oh, I thought I saw my mother's eyes On the road to Aberdeen And they did shine above a stranger's smile The color of the sea And one day I'll take my mother there To see what I have seen The eyes of her great grandfather On the road to Aberdeen I thought I heard my father's voice Along the coast of Wales Singing sweet of tenor in a Cardiff pub With the wind the gust of gales One day I'll take my father there To sing the harmony He'll sing high above the water In his grandfather's voice he'll sing Old land you are holy To the children 'cross the sea Old land may the seas understand We are all one family In a flower shop in Amsterdam I saw grandmother's hands They were the finest pale of porcelain With a small gold wedding band And the tulip that I purchased there Is pressed up on a page In a book of psalms grandmother saved From her grandmother's Holland days Now my sister has grandmother's hands And the skin of ivory While my brother has my mother's eyes They're the color of the sea Me, I have my father's voice (and his legs) To the coast of Wales I sing And I do cherish these remembrances On this road to Aberdeen Old land you are holy To the children 'cross the sea Old land may the seas understand We are all one family