The River Tay is famous for, amongst other things, its pearl fishing, but there are other gems along its 120-mile journey to the sea.
Between the western rugged mountains and the eastern rolling hills
The River Tay meanders to the sea
From Ben Lui through Loch Tay, on and on it flows
Spreading grace and beauty and tranquillity
The ancient white kirk at Kenmore bids farewell to the stream
Its lonely epic journey has begun
Though seasons change the landscape and the moon pulls on the tide
The river sees the setting of each sun
Between the western rugged mountains and the eastern rolling hills
The River Tay meanders to the sea
From Ben Lui through Loch Tay, on and on it flows
Spreading grace and beauty and tranquillity
The river whispers to the rustling beech hedge at Meiklour
And Stanley Mill stands silent on the shore
The salmon swim to sea, another cycle now complete
In hopes the Tay will welcome them once more
Between the western rugged mountains and the eastern rolling hills
The River Tay meanders to the sea
From Ben Lui through Loch Tay, on and on it flows
Spreading grace and beauty and tranquillity
In all the years since first it flowed, the Tay has set the scene
For picnic days, grass boats and daisy chains
And trees with carved initials of sweethearts long since gone
Now only ghostly memories remain.
Between the western rugged mountains and the eastern rolling hills
The River Tay meanders to the sea
From Ben Lui through Loch Tay, on and on it flows
Spreading grace and beauty and tranquillity
From Ben Lui through Loch Tay, on and on it flows
Spreading grace and beauty and tranquillity
