Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun An old man looks in his inglenook and he wonders His brother in a foreign land he must remain Deived about the life he'd choose They each would wear the other one's shoes This motherland is a source of constant pain Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun All my life I have lived within these borders While he has gone to retrieve the setting sun In the pitch-black Highland night He's toiling in the sunshine bright Do the time while summer passes by Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun Rumbling Brig, I heard your voices calling In the outback, still I hear your song Feeding from this foreign field With far more fish than the burn could yield This trip will be my last and it won't be long Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's over Oh, no more will I rove no more, it's done I'll sit beneath the fiddle tree With the ghost of Neil Gow next to me Listen, Neil, your apprentice has begun