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Air sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil
'S an domhain liath Mar dhealbh a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan 'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir Alba nam beanntan ard Nan acraichean lom Thairis air na lochan mointich Nan coilltean 's nan gleann Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn Talamh alainn nan daoine Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas Na fasaichean a tuath An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann Gun chumhachd gun ghuth *Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh Taigh ri taigh Gus nach bi ait anns an tir An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd A cur failt air a' bhlas 'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd *Bho Isaiah 5-8 Scotland This flight is sailing through the clouds And the blue heavens The homeland appears like a developing photograph Through the mists as I return to land I see Scotland of the high mountains And the empty acres Flying low across the moorland lochs The forests and the glens But it's a wounding and a hollow sight Here as we reach the end of the century The beautiful soil of the people Still in the hands of the few I see the wheels of industry at a standstill And the northern lands wasted And the empty house in Edinburgh Without authority or voice You that have laid field upon field House upon house Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone In the midst of all the earth But it is good for me to be here now As I welcome the warmth In this land that's as exciting for me today As it was the day I was born |
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When you arrived in Canada you walked the streets
Out of work out of money, prospects bleak Now the plane comes down from the morning sky And you touch the land where the fire won't die Johnny, you're home, man It's a long road You drove us down It's only a moment Since the diesels turned Now the blade cuts clean through the island soil The years roll back and the world grows small You stand on the banks in the wind and the rain And all of your money now can't hide this pain So you hold your mother and you bless the air With the tears of the emigrant, tongue of the Gael And the plane takes off in a clear blue sky Life's a long lost list of last goodbyes The heath flame is burning bright Burning every night It's winter in Ontario The wheels that turned us village kids Still carry through the heaths They no longer turn for you |
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There's thunder clouds
Round the hometown bay As I walk out In the rain Through the sepia showers And the photoflood days I caught a fleeting glimpse Of life And though the water's Black as night The colours of Scotland Leave you young inside There's a vision Coming soon Through the faith That cleans your wound Hearts of olden glory Will be renewed Down the lens Where the headlands stand I feel a healing Through this land A cross for a people Like wind through your hands There must be a place Under the sun Where hearts of olden glory Grow young |
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I still hear the snares in the square
Colours ablaze in the evening The air was still Down the stormy hill It's good to be young and daring I still see the blood on the knees The camans swing without warning The lads in white At the speed of light It's good to be young and daring Across the bay I still hear thee strains The two step loud and Blair-ing We walked hand in hand To the accordian band It's good to be young and daring She was the pride of the summer that year She was my sweetheart, my lady We walked the black rock And we stopped by the loch It's good to be young and daring Beat the drum Beat the drum Liek a heartbeat Lonely and strong Beat the drum |
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Since I was young I've faced this pill
I've worked this land and I always will Through life and death I've learnt the hill A worker for the wind I fake my sheeo and cattle days The endless storm, the months of rain But this land holds me ball and chain A worker for the wind You need heart, you need dreams Laughter, joy, you need beliefs But without love you sow an empty field A worker for the wind In the night the light grows thinner The lust for love cuts like shiver I need to hold you through the winter A worker for the wind Mary, I'll wait for you Mary, I'll wait for you |
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Here hangs an open landscape
A wild and huge frontier From a harsh and a barren wasteland Through the grave to the promised field You came, you trapped, you charted You laid the railraods and the schemes And you tamed this land by enterprise And by the power of your dreams From the olden coasts of Ireland From the Hebridean shores With the forgotten chosen ones Running from Europe in droves There's a town in Manitoba They say the windows touch the sky But across the brine the shipyards close In this garden flowers die Still the homelands divide us Like your blood red brothers of the plains But where they grieve a candle still burns A prayer from a flicker to a flame But you made this Clan great And you made this nation bloom And you rose With your people through the new world Like a rocket to the moon |
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Between the shifting shadows
In the no-man's zone There's a bar at the end of the street Some poor country music One or two sixty's songs This is the place where the night owls sleep Oh, lonliness You're a hard earned crust You're the night at the end of the day 'Cause you pay your dues On the road you choose With the price you have to pay Down the neon aisles And the twilight miles Where the world takes comfort in shame And all I can hear Is a voice in my ear And its calling out your name Still the silence glows The four winds blow And a dark moon rising above To rest by your side In the heat of the fire In the sleep of the night of love When darkness hangs On the dirty city Winter falls on a foreign town And it's all I can do To be with you Tonight as the sun goes down But I would cross The ocean wide I'd walk the mighty foam If I could lie In your arms tonight You're the only rose I know |
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The red hot sun burns up the hill
The winter's bride, the summer's king I tramp these acres and I feel Once upon a time Then it seemed that everything You saw and touched and felt was real You turned the tap and you turned the wheel Breathing free Now you search the open evening sky Trace the memory in your eyes For the prophet's hard rain and the deluge Lie in tears around your door Once there were trees and livestock here A mother's love, the warnings clear But you chose to turn away from fear Breathing free Now there's a faceless cross on a distant hill A wasted voice, a silent scream Where the lovers love and the dreamers dream You stand and dream alone You took your sacrifice to the gods of war Traded your children's lives for a mess of gold And you beat your ploughshares into swords Breathing free Once in a lifetime You live and love Once in a lifetime You die Once in a lifetime The sun goes down Protect and survive |
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Across the skies the monuments stand
Shrines of wonder, man worshipping man Computer ethics mock a dying land Down below like rats in a cage Success, survival, two needles in hay It's Romans One facing satan's stare Pull down the forests we need more wood Extend the grazing we need more food Burning our bridges before the flood Out on the oceans where it's relatively safe It's not so easy being big as a whale We're all in a race on a bigger scale Homosapien, I've had enough Homosapien, I'm giving up At best your wisdom's a shot in the dark So make yourself pretty, make yourself rich Leopardskin, sealskin, money and sex Apartheid, genocide, thalidomide, life It's your choice But mountains Are holy places And beauty is free We can still walk Through the garden Our earth was once green |
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Comhla rium
A tha thu an drasd Mo shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne dan Nam sheasamh a' coimhead Gach cnoc is gach traigh Is an siol a dh'fhag thu ann a 'fas Tha an garradh lan Le craobhan treun Le meas a' fas dhuinn ann ri bhuain Ubhlan abaich Milis geur Ach tha aon ubhal nach ruig sinn idir air Is co 'nar measg A mhaireas la Seachad air am is air oidhche fhein A liuthad uair A shreap mi suas Airson an ubhal as airde chur gu beul Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian Tro mheas nan craobhan lin gu lin Ach thig an la is thig an t-am Airson an ubhal as airde Air a' chraobh a bhuain The Highest Apple At present All you were is with me My eyes closed, my memory confident Standing here watching Each hill and shoreline With the seed you left Still growing The garden is well stocked With mighty trees With fruit growing for the whole world Ripe, sweet And bitter apples And the one apple That is beyond reach Who amongst us Can exist a single day Beyond our own time and our own limits Countless and futile Are times I've climbed To reach and taste The forbidden fruit The winds will blow And the sun will shine From generation to generation Through the trees of the garden But the day and the hour Will surely come To take the highest apple From the knowledge tree |
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