(G)Oh no more will I (D)rove no more it’s (G)over
Oh no more will I (D)rove no more it’s (G)done
I (C)sit beneath the fiddle tree with the (G)ghost of Neil Gow (D)next to me
(G)Listen Neil, the app (D)rentice has be (G)gun.
An (G)old man looks at his (D)inglenook and he (G)wonders
His brother in a foreign (D)land
He must re (G)main
(C)Deeved about the life they’d choose
They (G)each would wear the (D)other man’s shoes
This (G)motherland is a (D)source of constant (G)pain.
Chorus
All my life I’ve lived within these borders
While he has gone to chase the setting sun
In the pitch black Highland night
He’s toiling in the sunshine bright
His winter is my summer, there’s the one
Chorus
Rambling brig I heard your music calling
In the outback still I hear your song
Feeding from a foreign field
With far more fish than a burn could yield
This trip will be my last and it won’t be long
Chorus
" This key suits my vocal range but you’ll have to move your capo to marry up with the recording. Any changes or additions to this effort to Jonlherd@btinternet.com"
Transcribed by Jon Herd.
*Thanks to Jon Herd for chords and lyrics - Cheers Jon.
