The Wind Turbine
tune – Top of Old Smoky

There’s now a wind turbine on top of the hill
The blades keep revolving seldom are still
They hum and they drone all day and all night
No one responsive to my desperate plight.

From what ere the angle the wind it doth blow
The blades keep on turning for power to flow
What ere the direction they’re never at rest
These humming machines now the scourge of the West.

From inside and outside the drone I do hear
A permanent humming now this I do fear
No more peaceful evenings to hear the birds sing
Grief and resentment to me they do bring.

Perhaps on occasions the wind does not blow
Appreciate sounds that from nature do flow
They come unrestricted without drone or whine
Priorities now I can clearly define.

To the top of Creag Chomhaidh for respite I’ll go
In summers’ warm sunshine and winters’ cold snow
Whatever the weather for the top I will aim
Relief and composure up there to regain.

I’ll hear the wind blowing enchanted and free
As nature intended the way it should be
I’ll sit and I’ll listen to the wind’s varied tune
Peace and contentment with it I’ll commune.

We live in a world polluted by noise
The countryside image completely destroys
Perhaps it’s the price we now have to pay
For living in comfort in our modern day.

But cheer up ‘Mackenzie’ not all doom and gloom
The summer will come and the roses will bloom
To use ear defenders I’m now surely bound
Cocooned and protected from that dreadful sound.