Текст песни Lord Yester - The Corries

Oh my love has gone tae Flodden grey
Tae dance at Branxholm Lea
And ere the night will turn tae day
He will dance nae mair wi′ me

Maybe he's gone tae Israel
Wi′ freedom's lance to sell
Or maybe he has gone tae Bethlehem
For to find the golden bell

Oh my love may come another day
For golden hours are few
And like broken dreams that melt away
Before the dawn is new

Maybe he's gone to Byzantine
Along the lonely trail
Or maybe he has gone tae Palestine
For to find the Holy Grail

Oh my love may find the Golden Fleece
Or wear the martyr′s crown
For honor bides by him wha′ fechts
Beneath the cross and crown

Maybe he's gone wi′ James and John
Tae fish by Galilee
Or maybe he has gone where the fisherman
To find his Calvary