Oh to be in Bonnybridge now that spring has sprung
And winters gales with snows and hails are absolutely gone
As young green shoots peep slowly through
And birds do sweetly sound
Down comes the rain with gales and hails to saturate the ground
Oh to be in Bonnybridge now that the spring has sprung
That freakish low with chilling blow now absolutely gone
To see the cattle grazing grass
While insects gently hum
But no their tails they quickly turn to face the storm that comes.
Oh to be in Bonnybridge now that its summer time
Concentric circles tightly packed no longer on the chart
The new mown hay will smell so sweet
As sun becomes the norm
I think I saw it yesterday before the thunderstorm.
Oh to live in Bonnybridge who\'d want to go away
When seasons change to give us those most sultry summer days
The cooling breezes softly blow
And waft the ripening grain
But all I see is more and more of softly falling rain.
Why do I live in Bonnybridge and why not go away?
I\'ll tell you why because just once, or twice perhaps each year
The sun will shine from cloudless blue
The hills with clarity and hue
Reflect the freshness something new
Stirs spirits that so oft subdued
To rise and marvel and entice
This strange and wondrous paradise.
Yet count your blessings
Things could get much worse I hear they say
Expect more rain and chill with
GLOBAL WARMING ON ITS WAY