Lyrics
THE UNPATH
Oh I love the roads that lead to the north
Where the grey turns to green
brown to blue
And I love the hues in the heather on hills
With my walking boots brushing the bloom
Tramping the high ground
waking the smells from their sleep
The only thing I want now is how it feels beneath my feet
Oh I love the old ways
But I like the unpath best
There’s a thorn in my sleeve
but the sun’s in the sky
And I’m miles from where I should be
There’s a loch up ahead
in the shimmering light
And I don’t to know to go back or go see
Listen to how the birds sing
though they’ve nowhere to go
Sometimes I’d give anything
just to pull off the road
Oh I love the old ways
And these trails and paths are my friends
Yes I love the old ways
But I like the unpath best
One day the door rang there was a friend
Who’d I hadn’t seen in a very long time
He took me travelling
and I’ve been travelling since
Stepping out from the lowlands
over the burns and the bens
Oh I love the old ways
But there’s something I need to confess
Oh yes I love the old ways
But I like the unpath best
RICHARD ALEXANDER ROSS
Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC