Gordon Bok - Coshieville

^AThe West winds blow to Coshieville ^D And with the winds came ^Awe And ^E7where the river ^Ahugs the wood And ^DBlackthorns bloom in ^AMay, there ^F#mstood A ^B7single Rowan ^ETree ^DSo young and tender, ^Aso were you ^E7 I loved you both, as ^Athere you grew The ^Dday I took the ^Aroad that ^F#mleads By ^BmRannoch^E7 to the ^Asea ^{D A D}

^AWe carved our names in Coshieville The ^DRowan leaves were ^Astill But the ^E7darkening West was ^Ain your eyes Des^Dpite your kisses ^Aand my ^F#mlies My ^B7thoughts had crossed the ^Ehill I ^Dbroke your heart as the ^Aminutes passed I ^E7shrugged and said that ^Anothing lasts But ^Dmany the backward ^Aglance I ^F#mcast As I ^Bmwent North^E7 to the ^Adrill ^{D A D A}

^AThe big wheels rumble up and down The ^Dlorries know the ^Away I ^E7waved my hand, I ^Ahitched a ride We ^Dcrossed the bridge at ^ARannoch-^F#mside Where the ^B7diesel motors ^Eplay ^DThen I set myself to a ^Acliff of stone My ^E7ears to the boring-hammer's ^Adrone But the ^Dache inside, I ^Arued a^F#mlone For ^Bmyou were^E7 far a^Away ^{D A D A}

^ABut the money moved from Erichts Loch And the ^DGreat Glen beckoned ^Aon At ^E7Norriston the ^Ahills grew pale We ^Dfought and drank through ^Aold Kin^F#mtail Till our ^B7money soon was ^Egone And I ^Dcurse Loch Aweside's ^Aautumn rain The ^E7winter whiskey in Dun^Ablane Till the ^Dwest winds rose in the ^Aspring a^F#mgain And my ^Bmheart leapt^E7 at its ^Asong ^{D A D A}

^AThen I came at last to Coshieville With a ^Ddozen hills a^Aflame ^E7 You had another ^Ahand to hold Be^Dneath the names we ^Acarved of ^F#mold There ^B7was another ^Ename You ^Dlooked me through, you ^Amade no ^F#msign I ^Bmdrank that ^E7cup of bitter ^Awine For ^Dwell we knew the ^Afault was ^F#mmine And I ^Bmwent the ^E7road I ^Acame ^{D A D A}