WILLOWS OF CARBETH

WE WENT OUT WALKING IN THE EARLY MORNING
IN CARBETH AND YOU WERE NAMING TREES.
AND HOW I DELIGHTED IN YOUR HAPPY KNOWING
AND I STOLE A KISS BUT FELT LIKE A THIEF.
I SAID OF ALL THOSE OLD BRANCHY BROTHERS
THE WEEPING WILLOW WAS MY FAVOURITE ONE.
THEY WAIT BY RIVERS TO SHADE YOUNG LOVERS
FROM THE GAZE OF THE ENQUIRING SUN.
BUT YOU GREW SO QUIET AS I GREW BOLDER.
I TOUCHED YOUR SHOULDER AND I HELD MY BREATH.
YOU SAID YOU’D FALLEN FOR SOME OTHER.
I STAYED ALONE IN MY DEAR CARBETH.
 
ALL THE SONGS I KNEW COULDN’T HELP ME NOW.
NO MORE SINGING LOVE SONGS THEY’RE STRANGERS TO ME NOW.
 
I WALKED BACK TO MY LITTLE CABIN
AND STARTED DRINKING TO DULL MY MIND.
OH, BUT I REMEMBERED THE SLIGHT INFLECTIONS
YOUR FACE WOULD MAKE WHEN YOU CRACKED A SMILE.
AND HOW I WAS BURDENED BY SUCH SAD SORROW,
SUCH SAD SORROW AS I NEVER KNEW.
THOSE HILLS OF SCOTLAND, THOSE LONESOME MUNROS,
SUCH GREAT THINGS REMIND ME OF YOU.
AND NOW I AM LIKE THOSE WEEPING WILLOWS,
I AM STATIONED ON THE RIVERS EDGE.
WATCHING LOVERS AND WRITING LETTERS
TO EULOGISE THEIR TENDERNESS.
 
ALL THE SONGS I KNEW….