Niel Gow's Apprentice Songtext
von Michael Marra

Oh no more, well I roam no more, it′s over
Oh no more, well I roam no more, it's done

I′ll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
Listen Neil, the apprentice has begun
Old man Luke's at his ingle nook and he wonders
His brother in a foreign land he must remain
Grieved about the life they choose
Each would wear the other one's shoes
This motherland is a source of constant pain


Oh no more, well I roam no more, it′s over
Oh no more, well I roam no more, it′s done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
Listen Neil, the apprentice has begun

From Blinbrig I heard your music call
In the outback still I have your song
Feeding from a foreign field
With far more fish than the brand to yield
This trip will be my last and it won′t be long

Oh no more, well I roam no more, it's over
Oh no more, well I roam no more, it′s done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
Listen Neil, the apprentice has begun


Oh no more, well I roam no more, it′s over
Oh no more, well I roam no more, it's done
I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree
With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me
Listen Neil, the apprentice has begun