Kilbirnie
If all who claimed to love someone Came under one oak tree The town would surely empty up Walking towards the spree Perhaps the public park's too small To hold nine thousand folk Maybe the Golf course or at Place There lies that sacred oak Or in a field at Baillieston With branches stretching high Would crowds of folk under an oak Show love with tearful eyes? If Love brought down from empty shelves Like books or DVDs Was brought to act in people's lives What feelings there would be Main street perhaps with rose petals Or coloured flowers in bloom People chatting at the cross While bands played Tara Boom If everyone said simply "thanks" To neighbours, friends and foe Or if perchance a pleasant smile So Love would freely go What if the morn brought questions like Who can I bless today? How much a little town could change And put her on her way Imagine Tesco selling love What sadness that would be For surely that would mean a death to sacred old oak trees