Well Catters,

Not done very well with answers to this one, so, I've had a go at working out the chords for myself.

If there is anyone out there that knows the song and plays the guitar, try these chords and let me know what you think. I've put a couple of question marks over the words I couldn't quite understand from the CD and I'm sure that Robin Laing's chords will be somewhat different to my simplistic version, but it seems to work for me:-

          Carmichael Mill
           (Robin Laing)
  
          Chorus
          C                            F     C
          Down by the Clyde there's a bonny place
                       G                C
          Where stands Carmichael Mill
                                        F                 C
          And the evening sun sometimes hides his face
                                 G
          In the shadow of Tinto Hill
          C                 F          C
          Slowly the river turns and steers
                              Am       G
          Life is awoven with joys and tears
              C            F        
          And time is measured in hundreds of years
                  C      G        C
          But the Mill's standing Still
  
          
          For forty years the old mill lay asleep
          Rotting and rusting in shadows so deep
          And over the cogs spiders would creep
          And the water wheel stood still
          The slates and the gutters were broken and sad
          We live in a time of fashion and fad
          And we never knew the treasure we had
          Laying at Carmichael Mill
  
  
          The heart of the mill gladly remains
          Scratched on the beams are stories names
          These were the men with braun and brains
          And the long generations of skill       ?
          Now the bright water runs through the glade
          In the machinery music is played
          And the sound of the past is a sweet serenade
          To the men who built Carmichael Mill
  
                       ?
          From the Dire/Dark water to where the cart spills
          The Clyde gathers streams from the moorlands and hills
          Enough for the wheels of ten thousand mills
          And another ten thousand beside
          And though the past is buried and gone
          The river's power runs on and on
          And a small beam of light to future is shone
          On the last wheel mill on the Clyde

Any corrections would be gratefully received

Bagger Alan