Back of Beyond - Wolfstone

Over Rannoch Moor bog is Aonach Beag mountain

Beyond them the Oich, the windin' River Roy

Dark Loch Shiel, and the broad Atlantic Ocean

To my back Stob Ban, where I rambled as a boy

It was there in a fine midsummer’s evenin'

I saw the geese and the crows were comin' home

A ball of red fire sinks behind the mountain

Puts itself out on the wild Atlantic foam

I sat cross-legged playing an old accordion

In the middle of a field, face towards the bog

Playing slow airs that no one’s ever heard of

And the cold River Roy covered Spean in the fog

Back of beyond, it’s where I’m returnin'

Far from the city, far from all the pain

The air is clean, people are astoundin'

It’s where my thoughts and dreams will e’er remain

Over Rannoch Moor bog is Aonach Beag mountain

Beyond them the Oich, the windin' River Roy

Dark Loch Shiel, and the broad Atlantic Ocean

To my back Stob Ban, where I rambled as a boy