Graeme was adamant that the word TRET was used in the chorus as this is the past tense for the word TREATED as used in the North East. Martyn
THE LAPWINGS FEATHER By Graeme Miles.
Summers passed into the Winter the tired old sun is late to rise
Frosty etchings on my window the streams lie silent under the ice
The fields are stark the sky is clouded hard the clay beneath my feet
The fields with rook and crow are crowded the year is almost over.
Your Spring was sweet your Spring was gentle the winds of March and April rains
Soothed my brow in times of trouble and I was boyish once again
I gave my love a Lapwings Feather and she kissed me in return
Down by the burn we’d walk together now the year was youthful.
Came the Summer such a Summer love filled days and loved filled nights
Speckled shadows among the willow every hour new delights
And oh what joy when I was with her arm in arm and hand In hand
But golden days dull into sliver and now the year was ageing.
Good bye old year your’e now behind me you go your way I’ll go mine
But all in all you tret me decent you bought me love ‘though just for awhile.
Came the Autumn sad sad Autumn cold mists hung above the corn
In my heart a chill came creeping a warning of the coming storm
And oh what loving I did give her but then she turned and went her way
And as the leaves began to wither I knew the year was over.
Then December bleak December at my door the swirling squall
Flickering flames and dying embers shadows dancing on the wall
In my mind I hear her laughter faint upon the dying wind
I think on her my heart beats faster and now the year was passed and gone
Good bye old year your’e now behind me youv’e gone your way I’ll go mine
But all in all you tret me decent you bought me love but just for awhile.