[Lyrics: Beth Malcolm]
Cam ye northwards, hamewards to me
I’m afraid if you stay away any longer you’ll forget how it feels
Tae be skint and free in Auld Reekie in January
Watching the sun rise up on Newington in January
Cam ye northwards, homewards tae me
If yer comin there’s a train running an I’ll meet ye where the mile meets Newington
Tae be skint and free in Auld Reekie in January
Watching the sun rise up on Newington in january
Now we won’t have a lotta money but we’ll spend oor Saturdays drinking at the Oak
And yer maw’ll be no best pleased that ye’ve given up accountancy for the folk
Aye but once you decide you’re just a P45 from the next Davy Steele
Cam ye Northwards, to edinburgh, and see how you feel
Cam ye northwards, homewards, ‘cause that’s where I’ll be
Haring down College street chasing the revelry of drunken folkies
To be broke and alive in an otherwise broken society
Where power and greed has succeeded all sense of community
Though there’s little scope for promotion but you’ll be brilliant at the tunes
Your retirement plans’ just a flash in the pan but you’ll be bloody brilliant at the tunes
And some day when you dee there’ll be tears in their een
Sayin’ “he was bloody brilliant tunes”
Now we won’t have a lotta money but we’ll spend oor Saturdays drinking at the Oak
And yer maw’ll be no best pleased that ye’ve given up accountancy for the folk
Aye but once you decide you’re just a P45 from revivin’ that ol’ dream
Cam ye Northwards, to edinburgh, and give life a try