Neil Gow's Apprentice - Fairport Convention

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it’s over

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it’s done

I’ll sit beneath the fiddle tree

With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me

Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun

An old man looks in his inglenook and he wonders

His brother in a foreign land he must remain

Deived about the life he’d choose

They each would wear the other one’s shoes

This motherland is a sourc of constant pain

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it’s ovr

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it’s done

I’ll sit beneath the fiddle tree

With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me

Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun

All my life I have lived within these borders

While he has gone to retrieve the setting sun

In the pitch-black Highland night

He’s toiling in the sunshine bright

Do the time while summer passes by

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it’s over

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it’s done

I’ll sit beneath the fiddle tree

With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me

Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun

Rumbling Brig, I heard your voices calling

In the outback, still I hear your song

Feeding from this foreign field

With far more fish than the burn could yield

This trip will be my last and it won’t be long

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it’s over

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it’s done

I’ll sit beneath the fiddle tree

With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me

Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it’s over

Oh, no more will I rove no more, it’s done

I’ll sit beneath the fiddle tree

With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me

Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun