Isobel Campbell

Cachel Wood

Isobel Campbell


There is a bird in Cachel Wood
As silver as I've seen
With mystery as a maiden's bed
With mystery as a dream
I dream to find my own true love
An everlasting fire
Imperishing when leaves decay
T'would be heart's desire

Follow the burn to the sea
How my poor heart weeps for thee
Weeps for thee

Then nature sent my own true love
When apple blossom fell
He sang beneath the nightly oak
And courted me so well
He spoke the pleasures of the flesh
Of married to come
I loved him then in Cachel Wood
Twas then I was done

Follow the burn to the sea
How my poor heart weeps for thee
Weeps for thee
Follow the burn to the sea
How my poor weeps thee

The berries on the rowan tree
With child and in full bloom
Had proved to be a false young man
A most unworthy groom
A fish swims in the ocean deep
A bird live in the sky
And fleetingly they intertwine
And fleetingly they sigh

Follow the burn to the sea
How my poor heart weeps for thee
Weeps for thee
Follow the burn to the sea
How my poor weeps thee

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