If I had time now, I would be leaving,
Slipping out quietly before break of day, Taking the West coast line to Portnahaven,
Let the sun on my back find me well on my way.
A blackbird is chattering outside my window,
Sleep is a stranger again,
He's calling the city to start up its rumble,
Calling at last for the day to begin.
Lochranza, Kennacraig wait lor the ferry,
Peddling out through the rain,
Port Charlotte old friends a drink and a song or two,
Then off on the road in the morning again.
I could be home again before folk had missed me,
Stepping in silent at dawn,
If you ask no questions then you could come with me,
No one would notice we'd gone.
Stand on the cliffs and look out towards Ireland,
Watch the gulls pillage the shore,
Stand by the rocks where she murmured her lies to me,
Know that it matters not much any more.
© Nick Keir MCPS/PRS
From album - 'Honest Poverty' (Greentrax CDTRAX067)
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