Forever Yesterday (Harvest Barclay James)

Talk about a loser, I was just about to go When someone grabbed me by the arm, a man I did not know He said he'd been a drover, a member of the clan With runrig in his very soul and nowhere left to stand Now me I'm just a highland boy and cottar was my trade He'd seen me at Kildoanan when the black-face came to stay He'd oatcakes and he'd whisky and one foot in the grave For us it's over Bitter tears began to fall as whisky tore away the years From the straths and the braes Forever yesterday The royal George it was that brought the Countess to our door She wanted us to leave the hills for crofts upon the moor She took our piece of paradise and left us on the shore For us it's over Bitter tears began to fall as whisky tore away the years From the straths and the braes Forever yesterday They cleared the clans from Strathnavar, the heart of Sutherland They cleared us from our highland homes by ship to foreign glens There's Linton and there's Cheviot and red deer on the bens For us it's over, over, over, my friend