Cachel Wood Lyrics - Singles - Isobel Campbell

There is a bird in Cachel Wood 

As silver as I've seen 

With mystery as a maiden's bed 

With mystery as a dream 

I dream to find my own true love 

An everlasting fire 

I'm perishing when leaves decay 

'T would be heart's desire 

Follow the burn to the sea 

How my poor heart weeps for thee 

Weeps for thee 

Then nature sent my own true love 

When apple blossom fell 

He sang beneath the mighty oak 

And courted me so well 

He spoke the pleasures of the flesh 

Of married life to come 

I loved a man in Cachel Wood 

'T was then I was so done 

Follow the burn to the sea 

How my poor heart weeps for thee 

Weeps for thee 

Follow the burn to the sea 

How my poor weeps for thee 

The berries on the Rowan tree 

With child and in full bloom 

He'd proved to be a false young man 

A most unworthy groom 

A fish swims in the ocean deep 

A bird lives in the sky 

And fleetingly they intertwine 

And fleetingly they sigh 

Follow the burn to the sea 

How my poor heart weeps for thee 

Weeps for thee 

Follow the burn to the sea 

How my poor weeps for thee