From the new album 'Good Will Factory'
Lyrics
McFie
In the deep valley a miner did chip
For the purse of his sweetheart,
through a pain in his hip
He staked the high border then swang till he sobbed
Oh McFie lost his sweetheart to the fear of being robbed
McFie McFie,you ran out on me
My rock my protector oh where must you be?
McFie McFie, I’ll never be free
Till the song of my ghost brings my man back to me
Good intentions were blinded to the perils that sway
And he left her in danger all pining away
Her hearts hope had faded, and life slipped away
When such sweet flowers pass to neglect we must pay
McFie McFie,you ran out on me
My rock my protector oh where must you be?
McFie McFie, I’ll never be free
Till the song of my ghost brings my man back to me
M. Stephenson
Anna Tessier Lavigne
Written 22/03/2020
Kingston on Spey.