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Edited by Jimmy Boom Semtex
Edited by Jimmy Boom Semtex
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Back To Arisaig
I must go back to Arisaig,
To my caravan by the sea. ...
Where the morning mist,
Shrouds like mountains high.
Where the river flows full,
With the incoming tide,
And the seagulls wheel and cry.
Where the horses feed and play,
By the stacks of new mown hay.
Where cowslips, clover and daisy grows.
And celandine and sweet wild rose.
Where multi hued heathers bloom,
And spiky yellow broom. Yes, I must go back to Arisaig,
To my caravan by the sea.
Where Rhum and Eigg, Canna and Skye,
Lie to the west of me.
At sunset all crimson and gold.
Or hidden from view in a swirling mist,
When the grey clouds fall into the sea. To walk the Glen road to Borrodale,
By the tumbling stream and shady trees.
To a friendly welcome and to sit by the fire,
Or walk to the shore. Yes, I must go back to Arisaig,
To my caravan by the sea.
Though sometimes the wind howls round the door,
And the windows are lashed by the rain.
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