by ChrisA » Thu Nov 06, 2014 1:18 am
Mentions that rather special road, Macca, and Bellochuntuy - as well as other Kintyre places - in my own song, (the vid on youtube has some lovely pics too) ...
BACK TO KINTYRE.
Three hours out of Glasgow, by the long and winding road
in the arms of the Atlantic, lies a place that I call home
and I can feel her power,
and I can hear her breathe
I'm going back to Kintyre,
and this time I'll never leave
From the Eastern Loch at Tarbert, take the road down by the West,
passing on through Bellochuntuy where the views are heaven blessed,
then climb the moors to Lussa, take an amble through the toon,
see Davaar (from afar) on a spring afternoon, hey,
Look up! ..... all the stars are burning bright,
the moon lights up the road, and Davy's coming home tonight,
well the Burnside’s warm and welcoming, better stop off for a dram,
(or 2, or 3, or 4, or 5) then drag yourself away … if you can
I'm on the beach at Carra, just drifiting off to sleep,
the waves arrive from Arran, and whisper tales to me ...
The whistling Ocean winds bring thoughts and dreams from afar.
For this Viking Isle instills a rare passion, rising through the veins like a highland storm.
Such passions, they never leave. They brood, they burn, they inspire,
all kindred spirits back … to Kintyre
Spent a crazy night in Whisky Macs with a girl called Bonnie May,
who swore she'd seen the ghost of Linda walking Saddell bay
so I called on Paul, and his Wings 'n' all and we sat there on the sand,
and he smiled, as he held out his hand
He said son I feel her power, he said I hear her breathe,
she's coming back to Kintyre,and this time she'll never leave
and we can feel her power and we can hear her breathe
we're coming back to Kintyre and this time we'll never leave.