Coshieville

The west winds blow to Coshieville
 And with the winds came we
 And where the river leaves the wood
 And blackthorns flower in May
 There stood a single rowan tree
 So young and slender, then were you
 I loved you both as there you grew
 The day I took the road that leads by Rannoch to the sea.
 I carved our names at Coshieville
 The rowan tree stood still
 But the darkening West was in your eyes,
 Despite your kisses and my lies
 My thoughts had crossed the hill,
 I broke your heart as the minutes passed
 I smiled and said that nothing lasts
 But many's the backward glance I cast
 As I went North to the drill
 The big wheels rumble up and down,
 The lorries know the way,
 I raised my hand, I hitched a ride
 I crossed the bridge to Rannochside
 Where the diesel motors play,
 I set myself to a cliff of stone
 My ear to the boring-hammers drone
 And the ache inside I bore alone
 Cause you were far away
 But the money oved from Ericht's loch and the Great Glen beckoned on
 At Moriston the hills grew pale
 And we fought and drank through Kintail
 Till our money soon was gone
 Then I cursed Loch Awe side's autumn rain,
 The winter whisky in Dunblane,
 Till the west wind rose in the spring again
 And my heart leapt to its song.
 I came at night to Coshieville
 In a dozen hills of flame.
 You had another hand to hold
 Beneath the names I carved of old
 There was another name.
 You looked me through, never made a sign
 I drank the cup of bitter wine,
 For well we knew the fault was mine
 And I went the way I came.