Lyrics Lord Yester - The Corries

Lord Yester

Oh my love has gone tae Flodden grey
Tae dance at Branxholme Lea
And ere the night will turn tae day
He will dance nae mair wi' me
Maybe he’s gone tae Israel
Wi' Freedom’s lance tae sell
Or maybe he has gone tae Bethlehem
For tae find the golden bell
Oh my love may come another day
For golden hours are few
And like broken dreams that melt away
Before the dawn is new
Maybe he’s gone tae Byzantine
Along the lonely trail
Or maybe he’s gone tae Palestine
For tae find the Holy Grail
Oh my love may find the golden fleece
Or wear the martyr’s gown
For honour bides by him who fechts
Beneath the cross and croon
Maybe he’s gone wi' James and John
Tae fish by Galilee
Or maybe he has gone wi' the fisherman
Tae find his Calvary