Lyrics Back of Beyond - Wolfstone

Back of Beyond

Over Rannoch Moor bog is Aonach Beag mountain
Beyond them the Oich, the windin' River Roy
Dark Loch Shiel, and the broad Atlantic Ocean
To my back Stob Ban, where I rambled as a boy
It was there in a fine midsummer’s evenin'
I saw the geese and the crows were comin' home
A ball of red fire sinks behind the mountain
Puts itself out on the wild Atlantic foam
I sat cross-legged playing an old accordion
In the middle of a field, face towards the bog
Playing slow airs that no one’s ever heard of
And the cold River Roy covered Spean in the fog
Back of beyond, it’s where I’m returnin'
Far from the city, far from all the pain
The air is clean, people are astoundin'
It’s where my thoughts and dreams will e’er remain
Over Rannoch Moor bog is Aonach Beag mountain
Beyond them the Oich, the windin' River Roy
Dark Loch Shiel, and the broad Atlantic Ocean
To my back Stob Ban, where I rambled as a boy