Karine Polwart Half A Mile
Half a mile to go All dressed in yellow Swinging your racquet like Navratilova Over the five-arch bridge Along the verge of the main road Half a mile to go
You were high on being alone You were high on being old enough to walk home For the first time (Half a mile to go) For the first time (Half a mile to go For the first time) (Half a mile to go
Did you make it past the oak and the boortree To where the wheat stalks the copse on the hill? Did you spy big barn where the road bends round? And were the finches charming you? And were you singing? Were you singing "Poor Old Johnny Ray"?
You were high ...
How we raked through the hedges and ditches The blistering hogweed and the ragged bulrushes How we raked through the hedges and ditches The blistering hogweed and the ragged bulrushes How we raked through the hedges and ditches But it was no good
You were high ...
And the trucks still roll by (Tweed runs to the ocean)
