The Aberfeldy Birks
By birksy
There’s a place I can picture, yet it sits far away, A place with my name on, a place I have stayed, And although this train that rocks me, Then sends me off to sleep, Is where I am right now, My soul it could never keep. I’ve looked out the window, I’ve my own hills to see, Though they're nothing to cry for, they’re home now for me, I’ll never forget you, In the years that I breathe, The seat in the hillside, About my feet Autumn leaves. Will ye come here young lassie, like we were on the days, The wedding bells chiming, still showed us our ways, Will you hold my old hand, And smile like you did, Will ye come here young lassie, And hide where we hid. The Birks I can’t wait for, there’s a piece of me there, Don’t mind if you miss me, or tell me you care, I’ll always be waiting, On the seat with a view, Looking for your gentle face, Waiting there for you. Written October 17th, 2000 © on Jan 07 2002 08:50 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 12
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