[Intro]
[Verse]
His final furlongs took their toll
The race of life his mount made lame
All bets are off his mortal soul
Has reached the line to place his name
[Chorus]
If apple falls not far from tree
This fallen stallion in his sleep
Will know that part of him is me
And Arbroath - where the smokies weep
[Verse]
In life he little races won
His force soon spent in early days
Quick to pasture a pint and punt
And years to come in idle graze
[Chorus]
If apple falls not far from tree
This fallen stallion in his sleep
Will know that part of him is me
And Arbroath - where the smokies weep
[Break]
[Verse]
In motley stables found he rest
And flock to feed his daily care
Fair stable-lass bore most in jest
But love and duty thins the hair
[Chorus]
If apple falls not far from tree
This fallen stallion in his sleep
Will know that part of him is me
And Arbroath - where the smokies weep
[Verse]
A stubborn beast with snarl and charm
His catechism beaded all
Few could resist his equine balm
That glinted oft through Scouse-Lad’s drawl
[Chorus]
If apple falls not far from tree
This fallen stallion in his sleep
Will know that part of him is me
And Arbroath - where the smokies weep
[Chorus]
If apple falls not far from tree
This fallen stallion in his sleep
Will know that part of him is me
And Arbroath - where the smokies weep
[Break]
[Chorus]
If apple falls not far from tree
This fallen stallion in his sleep
Will know that part of him is me
And Arbroath - where the smokies weep
[Outro]