Lost and Gone Songtext
von Bert Jansch

What a bloody shame: lost and gone, the quietness of the rolling Scray
Having lost my home, no more to fish and swim in the Soolscray

Gone are the hills and the misty valleys; the pipeline′s coming through
Gone are the streams where the salmon leaps; the pipeline's coming through


A city born, spreading over all; watch it take its hold
Like a barren tree, just a silhouette of black upon gold

Gone are the hills and the misty valleys; the pipeline′s coming through
Gone are the streams where the salmon leaps; the pipeline's coming through

It's a bloody shame: eight thousand years of nature′s mysterious ways
All torn apart and in her place the starkness of an industrial waste

Gone are the hills and the misty valleys; the pipeline′s coming through
Gone are the streams where the salmon leaps; the pipeline's coming through