Written by Iona Fyfe

his lan we waulk on is growin auld
This lan we waulk on the truth it’s tauld
Fan did it cam tae be like this
Fan did we let it gang amiss

Tak me back tae the simmer time,
Fan ye held me in yer airms
Niver thocht ye’d dee me hairm
We hid sic a lot tae lairn
Tak me back fan we felt sae free
Fan ye thocht I wis yer best
Noo ah’m sittin wi the rest
For ye left me in the cauld ootside

This road we gan doon it’s gettin sair
An though ah’m stounin, ah cam back for mair
An ah winna let on tae far ah’v been
An I winna let on tae fit ah’v seen

An ah telt ye tae leave it be
An ah telt ye ye coulda see the hale thing
An ah telt ye ah’m wearin doon
An ah thocht ah’d tak ma leave suin but ye

Taen me back tae the simmer time,
An ye held me in yer airms
Niver thocht ah’d dee ye hairm
Ye hae sic a lot tae lairn but ye T
aen me back fan we felt sae free
Fan ye thocht I wis yer best
Noo ah’m speirin at the rest
For ye left them in the cauld

Tak me back tae the simmer time,
Fan ye held me in yer airms
Niver thocht ye’d dee ye hairm
Ah hae sic a lot tae lairn but ye
Taen me back fan we felt sae free
Fan ye thocht I wis yer best
Noo ah’m speirin at the rest
For ye left them in the cauld ootside