Cachel Wood

There is a birch in Cachel Wood

The silverest 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

Imperishing when leaves decay

T'would be my 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 him then in Cachel Wood

T'was then I was undone

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 heart weeps for thee

The berries on the rowan tree

With child and in full bloom

He 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 bird to the sea

How my poor heart weeps for thee

Weeps for thee

Follow the bird to the sea

How my poor heart weeps for thee