Bert Jansch
Lost and Gone
What a bloody shame: lost and gone, the quietness of the rolling ScrayHaving lost my home, no more to fish and swim in the SoolscrayGone are the hills and the misty valleys; the pipeline's coming throughGone are the streams where the salmon leaps; the pipeline's coming throughA city born, spreading over all; watch it take its holdLike a barren tree, just a silhouette of black upon goldGone are the hills and the misty valleys; the pipeline's coming throughGone are the streams where the salmon leaps; the pipeline's coming throughIt's a bloody shame: eight thousand years of nature's mysterious waysAll torn apart and in her place the starkness of an industrial wasteGone are the hills and the misty valleys; the pipeline's coming throughGone are the streams where the salmon leaps; the pipeline's coming through
From Letras Mania