Paisley
Meet me down at Paisley Cross, On brighter sunny days A call to local Paisley folk From Linwood to the Braes. I had a dream that crowds of folk were waiting by the mills Children peered from doorways clear and more folk filled the Hills And those of old held threads of gold to show their working years While migrants frowned with threads of brown and cried with all their fears Amidst our crumbling darker past and places left so rotten Threads of darkness hanged in streets For those who are forgotten Threads of red the young men held for lovers everywhere, while grey threads were held by angry teens to show they didn't care Minorities with chequered pasts did weave the threads together Creating quilts of peace and love to ease away their terror No one did dare to touch the blue or ever shining green For fears of rising once again old wounds the town has seen Come and see our town's great love and bring your tales of glee Bring your thread, we welcome you... for all the world to see.