Lord Yester - The Corries

Oh my love has gone tae Flodden grey

Tae dance at Branxholme Lea

And ere the night will turn tae day

He will dance nae mair wi' me

Maybe he’s gone tae Israel

Wi' Freedom’s lance tae sell

Or maybe he has gone tae Bethlehem

For tae find the golden bell

Oh my love may come another day

For golden hours are few

And like broken dreams that melt away

Before the dawn is new

Maybe he’s gone tae Byzantine

Along the lonely trail

Or maybe he’s gone tae Palestine

For tae find the Holy Grail

Oh my love may find the golden fleece

Or wear the martyr’s gown

For honour bides by him who fechts

Beneath the cross and croon

Maybe he’s gone wi' James and John

Tae fish by Galilee

Or maybe he has gone wi' the fisherman

Tae find his Calvary