Bonnie Doon

Transcript

He finds some praise, but only to the poor and the needy. Out there he blooms, safe, fresh and fair. Out there he turns till the anvil burns.

And I say, we'll be okay. He'll break my heart, he always does. But I can't do it no more.

He'll bind me up, depart this time. Depart and never to return. Out there I roamed by morning and by noon.

To see the rose and wood by twine. When ill the bird, they know it's love. And for me say, did I all mine.

When life's in haste, I follow the road. To see the moon, it knows its way. But my father told, I roamed and I went.

The road will lead.

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.