The Moor Road Songtext
von The McCalmans

High on the crest of the moor road
Nothing much matters, no trouble or care
Wandering over the moor road
Out in the west island there
Nobody bothers me there

Take me away on the moor road
Winding its way to Kilchattan below
But I′ll tarry awhile before walking that mile
And stay where the soft breezes blow

I may stroll west, then down to Kingarth
To share a cold beer with an elegant pal
But I just might stay here on the moor road
And think, and think awhile

High on the crest of the moor road
Nothing much matters, no trouble or care
Wandering over the moor road
Out in the west island there
Nobody bothers me there


As I lie on the grass looking up at the sky
Watching the lark flying lazy and free
And their song tells the world they're as happy as I
There′s no place that I'd rather be

I'll do what I′m good at, that′s nothing at all
And look at the universe spinning around
I could fly away up to that far distant sun
But I'll probably stay on the ground

High on the crest of the moor road
Nothing much matters, no trouble or care
Wandering over the moor road
Out in the west island there
Nobody bothers me there

Take me away on the moor road
Winding its way to Kilchattan below
But I′ll tarry awhile before walking that mile
And stay where the soft breezes blow

I suppose I should move away, everyone must
From the place that they know and the place that they trust
But I'll come back again to the moor road
Looking at life from above


High on the crest of the moor road
Nothing much matters, no trouble or care
Wandering over the moor road
Out in the west island there
Nobody bothers me there
Nobody bothers me there