Neil Gow's Apprentice

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
 Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
 I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
 With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
 Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun
 An old man looks in his inglenook and he wonders
 His brother in a foreign land he must remain
 Deived about the life he'd choose
 They each would wear the other one's shoes
 This motherland is a source of constant pain
 Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
 Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
 I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
 With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
 Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun
 All my life I have lived within these borders
 While he has gone to retrieve the setting sun
 In the pitch-black Highland night
 He's toiling in the sunshine bright
 Do the time while summer passes by
 Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
 Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
 I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
 With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
 Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun
 Rumbling Brig, I heard your voices calling
 In the outback, still I hear your song
 Feeding from this foreign field
 With far more fish than the burn could yield
 This trip will be my last and it won't be long
 Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
 Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
 I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
 With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
 Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun
 Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over
 Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done
 I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
 With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
 Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun