Oh tell me fit was on yer road, you roarin norland wind As you come blawin fae the land, that's never fae my mind My feet the travel england but I'm diein for the north Ma man i saw the siller tides run up the Firth o Forth Aye wind a ken them weel enough and fine the fa and rise When i feel yon creepin mist on yonder shore that lies But what saw ye as ye passed them by, what saw ye on the way Ma man i rocked the rovin gulls that sail abin the Tay But saw ye nothin leein wind afore ye come tae Fife There's muckle lyin yon't the Tay that means mare tae me than life Ma man I swept the Angus braes ye hadnae trod for years Oh wind forgie a hameless loon that canna see for tears Instumental break And high abin the Angus straths I saw the wild geese flee A lang, lang skene o beatin wings wae there heids towards the sea An aye there cryin voices trailed ahind them on the air Oh wind hae mercy and hud yer whisht fir a darna listen mair Repeat last verse End