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Monday, 26 November 2012

Tale Of The Trick

Walking away from the meadow of wells
Up to the bridge on the hill
Watching the salmon at play in the river so wide
Upstream to the rich spawning pools
Looking out over rich countryside,
the bubbling stream,
Spies all the others walking his way
Look there
Everyone looked so strange to me

They got their macs and they got their sticks
Looking around for the steam train
Blokes called Dave on the riverbank
Stand around in the clear rain, I cried

And wept as they searched for the berries of red
Annual pilgrims in Blair
Never believing train and station long gone
Along with the era of steam
Soon they were talking again
Old weaving mills?
More like some stones and a pile of wood
Oh
No

They got their macs and they got their sticks
Looking around for the steam train
Blokes called Dave on the riverbank
Stand around in the clear rain, I cried

And stormed down the hill, straight at the throng
I grabbed one Dave by the scruff of the neck, pointing out
There, beyond the hills in wild anticipation
Lie the mountain ranges, and the train puffing proud
Let me take you there, and show you the living beauty
I will show you sights you won’t forget
What a place to be

They got their macs and they got their sticks
Looking around for the steam train
Blokes called Dave on the riverbank
Stand around in the clear rain, I cried
And laughed

So we left town in search of the mystery train
And an era of steam that’s long gone
Up through the forest climbing into the hills
Gazed over lush valleys and I pointed out
They looked in the distance and maybe they saw
A quick puff of steam - only Scotch mist you fools
And I was gone and my voice rang out

You got your macs and you got your sticks
You don’t even know where the path is
Hope you get lost in the Pass of The Dead
That lies in the far distance

Goodbye Dave, ramble on

© Fergus Martin
2012