Kilbirnie
The Grave of Lord and Lady Crawfurd Friendly couple lie in stone While kids walk past on mobile phones Centuries old they mark their place Beer cans, sweets, lie on their face Now she feels the weight of time Slowly tilted to one side Too much love or too much wine? For only one´s interred inside Barony Kirk lies on their brow They built the place, points at the clouds Life, it comes and indeed does go As they lie inside, their little row