Murchiemannie
13-Oct-07, 15:36
If you ever go up North my friends
to a place that I love dear
take a walk out to the Old grey Bools
on a summer's night so clear.
There around a fire we sat
and watched the flames grow bright
and in the ashes we would bake
tatties nabbed from near the farmer's gate.
With the lassgies we'd sit and have some fun
watching for the farmer, ready to run
along by the Trinkie, by the still of the night
in for a swim, if the weather was right.
I'm afraid those days,now they have gone
we all grew up and we all moved on
I wonder now, just who is there left
from our childhood days we all loved best.
to a place that I love dear
take a walk out to the Old grey Bools
on a summer's night so clear.
There around a fire we sat
and watched the flames grow bright
and in the ashes we would bake
tatties nabbed from near the farmer's gate.
With the lassgies we'd sit and have some fun
watching for the farmer, ready to run
along by the Trinkie, by the still of the night
in for a swim, if the weather was right.
I'm afraid those days,now they have gone
we all grew up and we all moved on
I wonder now, just who is there left
from our childhood days we all loved best.