Oh my weary heart written by Alan.s.Robinson

After 30 years of waiting I finally arrive

Drop down into Yetholm as my body groans and sighs

Above me are the Cheviots the Pennines far behind

And oh my weary heart is aching

We set off in bright sunlight, we set off with bright hope

One foot before the other we set off on our road

A test of our endurance, a test of our resolve

And oh my weary heart is aching

We passed through pleasant valleys and lingered by the stream

Broke bread in gentle glades besides broad oak and ever green

Reluctantly we rose and set our feet back to their theme

And oh my weary heart is aching

Oh my weary heart, Oh my weary heart

Oh my weary heart, Oh my weary heart

We were lost in the great fog that clouds the doubtful mind

And the gale dogged our heels and shadows lurched behind

And every time we raised our heads the storm was all we’d find

And oh my weary heart is aching

When finally the cloud broke we trudged for miles and miles

Where tired legs and heavy bag made a mountain of each stile

And still before us weaved the road where wilting pilgrims file

And oh my weary heart is aching

We walked by moss and mire as the light began to fade

Saw an inn up in the distance at the crossing of the ways

Ate our fill and drank besides a fire all ablaze

And oh my weary heart is aching

Oh my weary heart, Oh my weary heart

Oh my weary heart, Oh my weary heart

After 30 years of dreaming I finally arrive

Drop down into Yetholm as my body groans and sighs

Above me are the Cheviots the Pennines far behind

And oh my weary heart

So is this where the journey ends and fellowship is broke

Where we finally take our shattered shoulders from the yoke

Where we lay our bruised bones in the ditch with broken hope

And oh my weary heart is aching

Oh my weary heart is aching

Oh my weary heart is aching

Oh my weary heart is aching

Oh my weary heart is aching