I sing of a river I'm happy beside The song that I sing is a song of the Clyde Of all Scottish rivers it's dearest to me It flows from Leadhills all the way to the sea It borders the orchards of Lanark so fair Meanders through meadows with sheep grazing there But from Glasgow to Greenock, in towns on each side The hammers ding-dong is the song of the Clyde Oh the river Clyde, the wonderful Clyde The name of it thrills me and fills me with pride And I'm satisfied whate'er may betide The sweetest of songs is the song of the Clyde Imagine we've left Craigendoran behind And wind-happy yachts by Kilcreggan we find At Kirn and Dunoon and Innellan we stay Then Scotland's Madeira that's Rothesay, they say Or maybe by Fairlie and Largs we will go Or over to Millport that thrills people so Mavbe joumey to Arran it can't be denied Those scenes all belong to the song of the Clyde When sun sets on dockland, there's beauty to see The cry of a seabird is music to me The blast of a horn loudly echoes, and then A stillness descends on the water again Tis' here that the sea-going liners are born But, unlike the salmon, they seldom return Can you wonder the Scots o'er the ocean so wide Should constantly long for the song of the Clyde There's Paw an' Maw at Glasgow Broomielaw. Goin' "doon the water" for "The Fair." There's Bob an' Mary, on the Govan Ferry, Wishin' jet propulsion could be there. There's steamers cruisin', and there's "buddies" snoozin', And there's laddies fishin' frae the pier; An' Paw's perspirin', very near expirin', As he rows a boat frae there to here. With eyes a-flashin', it is voted "smashin", To be walkin' daily on the prom: May and Evelyn are in seventh heaven As thy stroll along with Dick and Tom; And Dumbarton Rock to ev'ry Jean and Jock, Extends a welcome that is high and wide: Seems to know that they are on their homeward way To hear the song of the Clyde."
Writer(s): Ian Gourlay, R Bell Lyrics powered by