The Road To Killin ( 1973 ) Far away memories are callin on me a warm and a special one I welcome in It's bringing a place that I almost call home a bridge o'er a river, the gates of Killin Do you know how you held me when I had to go warming my memories over the years lifting my dreams through these grey lowland skies easy you slip through my nights and you're here, for me Where have I been so long, I'm back at your door needing the time I don't own any more Why has it taken me so long to begin heading back homeward on the road to Killin I shouldn't make promises I'm not free to keep but once in a while you'll see me on your brig watchin' a bairnie skip ower the fa's entranced by their magic the way I once was Where have I been so long....


Killin bridge

I spent an
year in this
place when
I was young

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