[Lyrics: Beth Malcolm]
When yer leavin’ Loch Leven tell me what will ye do?
Like the redpoll she sings, in Spring, I’ll follow the call of the curlew
When erst I spied her from my window, time and tide ago
She was down where the mosses grow and the winds blow
But where will ye go? And what will ye do?
Lass I’ll follow the call of the curlew
And how will ye hide? And where will ye bide?
Lass I’ll learn to fly
Aye, yer gallus my dear but what if ye, what if ye dee?
Well then I’ll die lochanside amoung delphinium
When yer leavin’ Loch Leven, will ye sail by the daylight?
Like the redpoll she sings, in Spring, I’ll follow the call of the curlew by nightfall
When erst I spied her from my window, kissin’ catkins on the willow
Down where the mosses grow, and the winds blow
And I’ll fly South tae Africa, when the winds blow cold in October
And I’ll grow wise with by birds eye, and Perthshire’s far behind
And I will return when my heart starts to yearn for the North
And I’ll scatter new seeds of freedom by the banks of Loch Leven
When yer leavin’ Loch Leven, Mary, will ye think of me?
Aye, I’ll haud ye tae my breast as I crawl in the nest with the curlew
And when first you spy me from the window when time and tide has run
I’ll be down where the mosses grow and the winds blow
But where will ye go? And what will ye do?
Lass, you’ll follow the call of the curlew
And how will ye hide? And where will ye bide?
Lass you’ll learn to fly
Aye, yer gallus my dear but what if ye, what if ye dee?
Well then you’ll die lochanside amoung delphinium