If Glengarnock were a nightingale
All day it’s song would sing
Around the houses, through the streets
Oh the joy that it would bring
It’s tiny feet upon the roofs
Of buildings, trees and lawns
Spreading joy on little wings
And chirping at the dawn
Songs of hope and thanksgiving
For all the good thats here
From Auchengree to Barkip farm
With eyes so crisp and clear
And by the station trees it sits
For all the passers by
None can silence joy and hope
As the bird soars in the sky
On the coldest winter morn
Or by the frozen burn
The bird will chirp its peace and love
At every waking turn
And on the happy days of spring
While children take to rest
The little bird at Longbar farm
Will nestle in its nest
