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This is really not my home

Oh, where are you my lovely Bonny?

I'm afraid and all alone

There is no peace for me.


I'm sitting in the stranger's room

playing at the stranger's table

shining empty like the moon.

There is no peace for me.


But in the darkness struggle cold

I think about a garden valley

gentle as the leaves unfold.

Singing out across the bay

distant and so far away

There's no peace for me.

                                                                       Garden Valley  Dougie Maclean