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I The westwinds blow to coshievilleAnd with the winds came we. And where the river hugs the wood In Blackthorns bloomin' spring there stood A single rowan tree So young and tender so are you I loved you 'os as there you grew. The day I took the road that leads By Rannoch to the sea. II We carved our names at CoshievilleThe rowan leave stood still. The westerin' sun was in your eyes, Dispite your kisses and Iy lies My thoughts had crossed the hill I broke your heart as the Minutes passed. I shrugged and said that nothing lasts, But many a backward glances I cast, As I went north to the drill. Chorus The big wheels rumble up and down,The lorries know the way. I waved My hand, 1 hitched a ride We crossed the bridge at Rannoch side Where the diesel motors play Than I sat myself to a cliff of stone My ears to the boring hammers drone And the ache inside I rued alone For you were far away III But the money moved from Erichs LochThe great glen back and gone. At Noristen the hills grow pale We fought and drank through old tintail Till our money it was gone. Then I cross Loch Owe's side's autumn rain The winter whisky in Dunblame Til1 the westwind blew in the spring again And my heart lept at it's song IV I came at night to Coshieville A bozen hills aflameYou had another hand to hold Beneath the na.es we've carved of old There was another name. You looked me through, you made no sign I drank the cup of bitter wine For well I knew the fault was mine And I went away I came. Chorus The big wheels rumble up and down,The lorries know the way. I waved My hand, 1 hitched a ride We crossed the bridge at Rannoch side Where the diesel motors play Than I sat myself to a cliff of stone My ears to the boring hammers drone And the ache inside I rued alone For you were far away (??)
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