|If yi come intae Portsoy fae the Cullen side yill gi bye the Kirk wi
its rows o trees oot the front. My hoose is jist across the street n I wrote this
tune aye weenie evenin in Merch fin the sun wiz catchin the branches that hid the first
signs o green on them. They maybe lookit deed kine bit they trees wiz jist burstin wi life
and joey de veevir.
||As you approach the village from the west you pass a row of trees in front
of the Church. I live across the road from those trees. This tune was written one windy
evening in March when the sun was catching the first signs of green on the branches.
Although apparently dead they were bursting with life beneath the surface.