Australian folk singer & expatriate Scotsman Eric Bogle: The end of an auld song.
You’re still the first verse o’ my song
The melody that shapes the rhyme
You’re the beat that drives me on
The light that colours every line
A distant echo in my soul
A bright green fading into dark
You’re an ache I can’t control
You’re still an arrow in my heart.
From there to here this road’s been lang
But noo I’m back where I began
At the end of an auld auld sang.
You’re still the hawk’s cry on the wind
In a high and lonely place
You’re snowdrops in the spring
A drunkard’s red and angry face
You’re still the hand that’s free to give
A stiff neck that will not bend
A fierce pride that can’t forgive
A door I open tae a friend
From there to here this road’s been lang
But noo I’m back where I began
At the end of an auld auld sang.
You’re still the bonny Border toon
A grey and ugly housing scheme
You’re Castlemilk and Brigadoon
You’re part real and you’re part dream
You’re Hogmanay and Auld Lang Syne
And pints o’ heavy at the pub
Ach! You’re just a state of mind
But you’re still singing in my blood.
You’re Hogmanay and Auld Lang Syne
And pints o’ heavy at the pub
Ach! You’re just a state of mind
But you’re still singing in my blood.
From there to here this road’s been lang
But noo I’m back where I began
At the end of an auld auld sang.
At the end of an auld auld sang.