In August of 1990, I did a tour of Scotland's many folk venues, and my last one was in Linn   Lithgow.. My last song of the night was Flower of Scotland, which I dedicated to the man who wrote it. There was not a dry eye in the house, not ONE. He had died recently.
For years I had two things on my "Bucket" list. standing on a beach in Dingle Ireland and sing Song for Ireland, and to stand on the top of Ben Nevis and sing Flower of Scotland. I will never be able to do Ben Nevis, but I have the memory of singing Song for Ireland.
The loss of my singing voice and my ability to play guitar, and knowing I will never sing in Ireland or Scotland again causes me almost unbearable pain.