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from Runrig - Searchlight (1989)
By the mountainside, by the ocean blue
Where the struggle broke my heart in two River of millions flow downstream A golden highway to the sea of dreams Morning comes, turn on the light Deceive the day, delay the night Ideologies come, ideologies go A waste of words, and endless flow Great people come, take the stage Famous moments vanish without trace Trees grow tall, fields grow wheat Woman grows older, man grows weak But now you're here I feel no fear I can't believe The news from heaven You close your eyes On a world inside A spark of life On a wire from heaven In the state of a miracle State of a miracle. I watch this miracle unfold In the state of a miracle State of a miracle Far north of the soul |
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from Runrig - Searchlight (1989)
You ask me to believe in magic
Expect me to commit suicide of the heart And you ask me to play this game without question Raising the stakes on this shotgun roulette But you came to me like the ways of children Simple as breathing, easy as air Now the years hold no fears, like the wind they pass over Loved, forgiven, washed, saved Every river I try to cross Every hill I try to climb Every ocean I try to swim Every road I try to find All the ways of my life I'd rather be with you There's no way Without you |
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from Runrig - Searchlight (1989)
I arrived in the city of lights
Enchanted ballrooms where I lost my life I've closed my eyes On your fairground smile Seedy heroes and silver tills Sinking suns on a sea of thrills I place my bets Trading with strangers in silhouette I drink your health, son of the earth Passing ships in the modern death We're all still fired Old emotions still burn inside On solid ground, round the mother tongue A tower of hope, a joyful sound You take your time A hand of aces in a pack of lies I found my song and I started to sing Took me away on an olden wing So far from home Standing so lonely but not alone In this empire of ache and rhyme Lovers and best friends are running blind I grasp your hand Is this the only world I understand There's a sadness There's a joy There's a place There's a song that will never die Forever |
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from Runrig - Searchlight (1989)
What makes me walk through Ireland's shrines
And Ireland's holy shores To see a country crucified Your beauty crowned in thorns And as I watch that wonderous cross That's been hewn down and severed in two There's something here That draws me near To wear the green for you To see you there blood brother Gael The face, the tongue my own Many places in my own country Could not make me feel more at home Laughter and music through the night Your freedom in the dark Tonight I swear I'd gladly wear The green next to ma heart From the long and rolling Antrim hills Through the wilds of Donegal The songs of history are sung Every stone on every wall But here in our land how can we stand And wash our hands of shame When the sins of generations fall Across the green like rain Here one world window opens wide And demons they show face Some of your men have taken seeds of truth And planted fields of hate This way has never won a war And I fear that when the harvest comes You'll see your freedom fall on stoney ground And the green overgrown |
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from Runrig - Searchlight (1989)
Failte gu mo dhan
Siol is means nam bard Am foghar bha feitheamh orm Bho an la a bha mi og Failte gu mo thir Eilean geal an iar An t-ait a chi gach tuigse is firinn Glaiste 'na mo chridhe Failte gu mo chainnt Is i dh'ionnsaich mi 'nam phaisde Canan uasal mor nan Gaidheal Mar bhratach dhomh gach la Is ged a dh' fheuch iad ri cur as dhuinn Chi mo theaghlach cnoc nan linn Is ged tha ar canan leoint le stri 'S an tir seo bidh i beo Trobhad is coisich rium Ri taobh a' chuain Is seallaidh mi dhuit Tir a' Mhurain |
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from Runrig - Searchlight (1989)
How can we close our eyes
Watch our world break down and die How can we let it be Slaves to world economy How can we be like wood Watch our world cry out for food How can't we start to see A glimpse of world simplicity The hands of wealth are tied Men of power run and hide But we're players you and me In the game of world duplicity World appeal World appeal This is our planet Let it heal The earth, the rain, the air, the seas This is our future Let it breathe |
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from Runrig - Searchlight (1989)
In the slipstream of luck and democracy
A victim of chance and geography I reap and I sow the face of the earth While big guns play games with the land of my birth I walk these hills and I sail the seas I've weathered the storms of history Created to live, created to share With the fish of the sea, the birds of the air I'm not too hot on Dukes or Earls or Graces But I love respect and exhalted places Give me the people with sod on the knee The higher the monkey climbs the more he reveals Tear down these walls All men were born the same You came here with nothing But naked and a name A name Tear down these walls They keep raising for you |
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from Runrig - Searchlight (1989)
Twelve o'clock at night
Streets of many corners The lunar river winds Down the closes and the lanes The night skips the sleeping years And reawakes the memory Takes me along the way To the places of the heart The days of summer came Days of many heartache Not to love is not to live Not to live is not to feel no pain So unlock this heart of stone Teach me the ways of mystery In the places where they say Only the brave can walk alone You took me through this town And you took me to the moment That makes angels lose their wings And makes poets lose their wonder But I have found in you A love line pure and lasting May your heart hold true And your nights run long |
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from Runrig - Searchlight (1989)
Ochd deug seisreach
Air raontainn Aird a' Mhorrain Na fir a' treabhadh An la a thainig na Sleitich Dubh dath na fala A dhoirt 'na tuil gu talamh Saighead claidheamh Tro chairdeas corp an Udail Siol Ghoraidh Mac Ruairidh Clann Raghnaill Clann Dhomhaill Linn gu linn Ainm gu ainm Air an sgiath seo dh 'Uibhist 'S mi beo an drasd Clann mo theaghlaich Clann mo theaghlaich fhein |
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from Runrig - Searchlight (1989)
We grew up in the spaces
Where the four winds blow We left these glens and valleys Traitors to the plough We thought we knew the answers thought we had it made We kissed down in the city Swore we'd never change We grew up young And we played the years Held out for love like it was fire Now I can't wait any longer Down that line Going to walk with you That final mile Today there's gold an your finger Today you're dressed in white Today we stand alone together Proud of you for life Now the hurt is gone Now the doubt is gone I'm walking down A clearway to your heart |
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It's all over now, no more summers in heaven
After World War Two wed and a life of ups and downs I see it now, precious even on paper A young man and his bride and someone to make time stand still All things remain to ignore and outlive you From the man in the moon to the greenhills outside your door Alone you came so alone you must go now There's no mountain on earth can ever outlive your soul I know you well, you'll be nothing but grateful Never let it be said they were spent in thoughtless ways Warm winds blow 'cross the ties that bind forever For a place in the sun and for the hearts of love a home But now I know and I don't want to believe it Where does it leave you now That the precious years are gone |
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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
Sunburst. The morning moar. The
light of God. The heart of youth. I look around me. My eyes find their rest on this garden the flower of the west. Sunrise. The colour frontier. The ageing light. The sight that knows no fear. I look over Orinsay to the Trumisgarry shore. To Aloter. And the road to Ahmore. The silent skies. An innocent heart Holding the moment away from time in the dark. All I see. All I know. Is touching the sacred earth warming the hallowed ground. I survive the childhood universe and I step the naked heath where the breathing of the vanished lies in acres round my feet past Loch Scadavagh Loch Fada and the flatlands to the east where the dark blue mass of Eval meets the rising Rock of Lee. Between the Crogary and Mairi I started to descend Loch Aongais on my left hand side I look across to Clett. Collies barking on the outrun Dunlin dancing on the sand. Breakers show round Corran Vallique and empty the Atlantic on the strand |
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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
Ochd deug seisreach
Air raontainn Aird a' Mhorrain Na fir a' treabhadh An la a thainig na Sleitich Dubh dath na fala A dhoirt 'na tuil gu talamh Saighead claidheamh Tro chairdeas corp an Udail Siol Ghoraidh Mac Ruairidh Clann Raghnaill Clann Dhomhaill Linn gu linn Ainm gu ainm Air an sgiath seo dh 'Uibhist 'S mi beo an drasd Clann mo theaghlaich Clann mo theaghlaich fhein |
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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
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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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
We listened into the Iceage
And we built up man round the Picts And the daybreak hammered out warning To the weak We dreamed on moor with passion And on the long lochs bluer than eyes 'Till the mists of bygone ages heard our cries I've seen us among thousands All of one name waiting to run And when the charge came heather on heartbeat Steel on gun The old rock leaves us with fossil From the ancient pagan rites From the universal inroads back to Christ Transmitting, transmitting Breaking down the wire Transmitting, transmitting Breaking down the wire As we look out over the morning And the days of this life's spring And the joy of Gaelic's lifeblood Made me sing Watching your beauty on this journey With the lick of youth in your eyes Let us sow this olden heartland Reap in time Transmitting, transmitting Breaking down the wire Transmitting, transmitting Breaking down the wire |
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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
Sons and daughters of the dust
Strangers of time and place For a while your limbs entwine Holy marriage of flesh But I know your ways Your ways are not mortal thought Till the day breaks and shadows run Run away So shine on harvest moon Cast your might on the ripening corn And I look at your life Hold you in my arms With all the power in the days of youth In the fullness of love Fields run deep in golden swards Hot summer winds blow through the corn Cast off your sorrows now you stand In the presence of Lord Your radiance shines Like the moon of all innocent grace To know that we dared breathe belief To love again (Chorus) (Chorus) |
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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
You ask me to believe in magic
Expect me to commit suicide of the heart And you ask me to play this game without question Raising the stakes on this shotgun roulette But you came to me like the ways of children Simple as breathing, easy as air Now the years hold no fears, like the wind they pass over Loved, forgiven, washed, saved Every river I try to cross Every hill I try to climb Every ocean I try to swim Every road I try to find All the ways of my life I'd rather be with you There's no way Without you |
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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
The landlords came
The peasant trials To sacrifice of men Through the past and that quite darkly The presence once again In the name of capital Establishment Improvers, its a name The hidden truths The hidden lies That once nailed you To the pain They did a dance Called America They danced it round And waited at the turns For America They danced their ladies round To the candles Of enlightenment Once lit they say don't burn To turn the darkest room of suffering To a greater state of pain Don't tell me that's behind you now Don't greet me Don't meet your dying blind It's our very last stand together So let's sever No regrets They did a dance Called America They danced it round And waited at the turns For America They danced their ladies round There were days That once held confidence Strength of will and mind The camouflage that once washed your fathers Your sons and daughters time Another tounge My love, my island You've gone international With all the praying men of God Who stood And watched it all go on They did a dance Called America They danced it round And waited at the turns For America They danced their ladies round |
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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
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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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
Watching the morning come in on the land
See the moon roll over Skeabost See the young men late in the glen All with camans in hand. Sea winds out on the wild Sea waves crash onto Uig See the black homes strung out in a line Cross the island of Skye. I can't believe That it's taking all this time, I can't believe My life and my destiny After the clans, after the clearings, Here I am Recovering. Should have been home before daylight, It's not easy when you're down and hungry One from the late run rolled up in a coat I make my way across the moor. For a late summer in '84 But now there's a new day dawning I've heard the Braes men talk in Portree The news from Glendale. And I can't believe That it's taking all this time I can't believe My life and my destiny After the clans, after the clearings Here I am Recovering. Still the morning comes in on the land See the new sun red and rising See the corn turn ripe in the fields See the growth in the glen. And MacPherson's in Kilmuir tonight What a night for a people rising And oh God not before time There's justice in our lives. |
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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
How can't you see
The wilderness growing free Time wounded and scarred Stroking away the years It's hard to believe But memories are old ghosts Mountains of black and gold Sunsets falling over the moor Oh take me there! 'S na horo eile, horo bho 'S na horo bho, hillean o 'S na horo eille ho Take me there! You take your dream You make life what you feel Appearances lead to deceive This drama so far from me Destiny On facts aching wings Wild geese fly low over your shores Hearts sailing over the trees Oh take me there! 'S na horo eile, horo bho 'S na horo bho, hillean o 'S na horo eille ho Take me there! Chi mi'n t-eilean uaine Tir nam beanntann arda Ceo a'tuiteam tron a'ghleann Na shineadh air do raointeann |
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from Runrig - Alba. The Best of Runrig (1992)
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love spent many happy days On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. T'was there that we parted in yon shady glen On the steep sides of Ben Lomond Where in purple hue the Highland hills we view And the moon glints out in the gloaming. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. Where wild flowers spring and the wee birdies sing On the steep steep side of Ben Lomond But the broken heart it kens nae second spring Though resigned we may be while we're greetin'. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. On the bonnie bonnie banks |
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from Runrig - Amazing Things (1993)
White clouds cover the whole of the earth
Concorde flies through the skies to the States Lifetimes in memory, flesh being born But this is the age of invisible dawn And the man from the government says show me a sign The mood of the moment says have a good time Through stench and starvation, night never falls There's flies on the skeletons, shapes on the wall As I draw my latest breath Amazing things are done on earth And the masters of flattery color the trees They walk on the oceans, put the town under siege The king of humanity sleeps in despair Walking out in the morning with hands in the air There's zealots in anger, divine extremes Emotional half-lives, disposable dreams Rumors of cease-fire inherit the streets This is the war of the pure and the meek As I draw my latest breath Amazing things are done on earth As I draw my latest breath Amazing things are done on earth These days are overgrown in truth Under the sun that's nothing new Flowers still open, flowers still close Rearranged molecules, miracle cures And I can still love you, call you my own Till the blooms turn to doubt, Till the angels come home As I draw my latest breath Amazing things are done on earth As I draw my latest breath Amazing things are done on earth |
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from Runrig - Amazing Things (1993)
When all the world is quiet and still
And doubts run deep as the ocean Through troubled years and broken dreams To the place where all silence has spoken So wonderful, too wonderful So wonderful, too wonderful Immeasurable, invisible The moment golden before me I will walk with you through the beautiful gate My hands and heart wide open So wonderful, too wonderful So wonderful, too wonderful |
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from Runrig - Amazing Things (1993)
Like shadows on the wall
you come and you go through the streets and the rain that falls down on our sin no more good-byes forever this way whenever the greatest flame in the world starts burning this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own always in your eyes a waking of souls we gaze out on the road that brought us up to this place the signposts never change we'll go where they lead whenever the day to break us comes we'll not give in this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own live the day when the flame is strong live the day when the flame is strong come the day when love is gone take it over, take it over this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own this is our place, in our lives and no one can ever change this moment or pull this mountain to the ground this is our life, this is our time and no one can ever change this moment |
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from Runrig - Amazing Things (1993)
There's a place
Where the rocks of Caithness Lie beside the ocean On summer days, a waiting grave In the layers With the pains of generations gone before us Uranium, your age has come There's salt and spray On the beaches of the island that I came from Caesium, the change will come Across the waves From Sellafield you came in unseen wonder A life begun, a chain undone And from the hollow mouths of grey It's the future and it's safe So let the children play Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land One glance away Civilisation on the streets of California The burning nights, before my eyes Savage times In the courtrooms and the subways of frustration Crucify, crucify 'cause man rules the waves The rock, the road, the lanes And all the cities of the plains Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land And we'll all be long blown rushes When all the world's a flame Move a mountain Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land |
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from Runrig - Amazing Things (1993)
There's a place
Where the rocks of Caithness Lie beside the ocean On summer days, a waiting grave In the layers With the pains of generations gone before us Uranium, your age has come There's salt and spray On the beaches of the island that I came from Caesium, the change will come Across the waves From Sellafield you came in unseen wonder A life begun, a chain undone And from the hollow mouths of grey It's the future and it's safe So let the children play Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land One glance away Civilisation on the streets of California The burning nights, before my eyes Savage times In the courtrooms and the subways of frustration Crucify, crucify 'cause man rules the waves The rock, the road, the lanes And all the cities of the plains Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land And we'll all be long blown rushes When all the world's a flame Move a mountain Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land |
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from Runrig - Amazing Things (1993)
You can talk the tongue of angels
You can walk the thin white line Raid your hearts imaginations Let your thoughts live and run wild Now all I see is the station And the boats with the sun in their wake Looking out on Scalpay dawning And you drenched in the rain of grace Walked down the pier road to the deep sea It was a long confused embrace But I have seen an awesome beauty I've seen the tears turn to wine on your face And I wondered and I trembled As you held me so close in your arms With a love that held more learning Than I could ever understand Still the grass grows tall in the dream fields, But after all is said and done, The only thing that ever matters Is to love and to be loved Still the grass grows tall in the dream fields But after all is said and done The only thing that ever matters Is to love and to be loved I crossed the big years and the waters For a new and happy land Trading all that fire of living For the fickle and the bland Now I know that there's nothing Can evermore put worth in your time If the spirit never woos Or moves your paths divine Still the grass grows tall in the dream fields But after all is said and done The only thing that ever matters Is to love and to be loved. |
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from Runrig - Amazing Things (1993)
Head of ribbons running down the brae
In the morning, in the morning Barefoot sisters and a milking pail Turning around At the weekend the boats come in From the herring, from the herring Wives and family and the table laid Turning again Forever you'll be eyes of blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road War is over and the boys come home From the fighting, from the fighting Love letters and a great unknown Turning again Counting your blessings at the village hall To the dancing, to the dancing A lot of loving and a lot of soul Turning again Forever you'll be eyes of blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road You took your beauty and your heart of gold To the altar, to the altar Bound forever in an August vow Turning around The skies of summer shone around your door Little children, little children Three men who couldn't love you more Turning again Forever you'll be eyes of blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road One door opens and another closes Oh the parting, oh the parting New arrivals and a family grown Turning around Head of ribbons running down the brae In the morning, in the morning Pulling moments from the clock of faith Turning again Forever you'll be eyes of blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road Forever you'll be eyes of blue In the circle of your youth Picking every blade of truth Down the Newton road |
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A prairie and a wind
Canada on the wire I'm trading all my fears Runrig And all my desires I watch your sun go down A burning amber road Canada Following te ghosts Wherever they go 'S chan fhaic mi cladach geal Songtexte No achadh cruithneachd 'fas Gun sealladh mor de chradh 'S dealbh de bhas Songtext A window on the stars The journey of the few Watching it all survive Lyrics It's all I can do Translation of gaelic part I didn't see the fertile shore Lyric or the field of growing wheat without looking on former pain Liedertexte and an image of death |
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from Runrig - Amazing Things (1993)
Madainn Di-haoine 's duthaich fo sgoth
'S mi sgith le cuid smalan, mi-mhisneachd is bron Seo an deicheamh la dhan a'Ghiblean 'sinn fo ghruaim a rithist An co-dhunadh a cheannaich na daoine aig pris Tha spiorad nan daoine nas soilleir na ghealach Nas doimhne na'n cuan Geigh sinn ar n-aite 'san t-shaoghal 'S an ginealach ur Ard: blar nan daoine Ard: guth is saorsa Ard: tha sinn gluasad Gu h-ard theid sinn suas 'S iomadh trioblaidtha romhainn 'nis Gaidheal agus Gall 'S mi le aon suil air eachdraidh, aon suil mo chlann Ach cum creideamh nad bheatha, sonas nad chridhe Chan e seo deireadh rathaid ach toiseach linn Tha spiorad nan daoine nas soilleir na ghealach Nas doimhne na'n cuan Geigh sinn ar n-aite 'san t-shaoghal 'S an ginealach ur Ard: blar nan daoine Ard: guth is saorsa Ard: tha sinn gluasad Gu h-ard theid sinn suas (Chorus) Chan urrain dhomh fuireach an taigh 'tha fo sgoth Ach le creideamh is dochas gu deireadh mo la Tha an lasair nad anam aig meadhan do bhith Nas laidir's nas motha na riaghaltas no righ (Chorus) (Chorus) --oOo-- Friday morning and the country is under a cloud But I am tired of sorrow, pessimism, and gloom This is the tenth day of April and we have been let down again The decision that our people have bought at a price The spirit of the people is brighter than the moon Deeper than the ocean We will find our place in the world In a new generation High: The peoples struggle High: A Voice and self-determination High: We are moving We will reach up there Many troubles now confront us, Highlander and Lowlander As I keep one eye on history, one eye on my children, Keep belief in your life, joy in your heart This is not the end of the road, but the start of a new age The spirit of the people is brighter than the moon Deeper than the ocean We will find our place in the world In a new generation High: The peoples struggle High: A Voice and self-determination High: We are moving We will reach up there (Chorus) I can not live in the house of despondency But in faith and in hope till the end of my days The spark in your soul is the centre of your whole existence And it is bigger and stronger than any government or King (Chorus) (Chorus) |
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from Runrig - Transmitting Live (1994)
Madainn Di-haoine 's duthaich fo sgoth
'S mi sgith le cuid smalan, mi-mhisneachd is bron Seo an deicheamh la dhan a'Ghiblean 'sinn fo ghruaim a rithist An co-dhunadh a cheannaich na daoine aig pris Tha spiorad nan daoine nas soilleir na ghealach Nas doimhne na'n cuan Geigh sinn ar n-aite 'san t-shaoghal 'S an ginealach ur Ard: blar nan daoine Ard: guth is saorsa Ard: tha sinn gluasad Gu h-ard theid sinn suas 'S iomadh trioblaidtha romhainn 'nis Gaidheal agus Gall 'S mi le aon suil air eachdraidh, aon suil mo chlann Ach cum creideamh nad bheatha, sonas nad chridhe Chan e seo deireadh rathaid ach toiseach linn Tha spiorad nan daoine nas soilleir na ghealach Nas doimhne na'n cuan Geigh sinn ar n-aite 'san t-shaoghal 'S an ginealach ur Ard: blar nan daoine Ard: guth is saorsa Ard: tha sinn gluasad Gu h-ard theid sinn suas (Chorus) Chan urrain dhomh fuireach an taigh 'tha fo sgoth Ach le creideamh is dochas gu deireadh mo la Tha an lasair nad anam aig meadhan do bhith Nas laidir's nas motha na riaghaltas no righ (Chorus) (Chorus) --oOo-- Friday morning and the country is under a cloud But I am tired of sorrow, pessimism, and gloom This is the tenth day of April and we have been let down again The decision that our people have bought at a price The spirit of the people is brighter than the moon Deeper than the ocean We will find our place in the world In a new generation High: The peoples struggle High: A Voice and self-determination High: We are moving We will reach up there Many troubles now confront us, Highlander and Lowlander As I keep one eye on history, one eye on my children, Keep belief in your life, joy in your heart This is not the end of the road, but the start of a new age The spirit of the people is brighter than the moon Deeper than the ocean We will find our place in the world In a new generation High: The peoples struggle High: A Voice and self-determination High: We are moving We will reach up there (Chorus) I can not live in the house of despondency But in faith and in hope till the end of my days The spark in your soul is the centre of your whole existence And it is bigger and stronger than any government or King (Chorus) (Chorus) |
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from Runrig - Transmitting Live (1994)
All the homes on the globe are
like the television in your eyes. A cross guarding your heart the living years a sacrifice. A shiver at the door in the night, clouds cross a black moonlight. Rushing on down to the sound of a turning world. There's a south by sou'westerly force eight coming in strong. Across the continental shelf from the cold grey Malin beyond. The need to keep control. The need to stand alone at the edge of the world. The adrenalin infrastructure bringing on it's troubles some more. All the laws of the jungle stranded on your latest shore. But the waves hold the healer force. The years disappear like a ghost. Somewhere out of the sight of the night and the light of day. Now civilisation groans and the news reel cries. Like a drowning man his life in front of his eyes. But the need to keep control. The need to bare the soul at the edge of the world. And the man from St. Kilda went over the cliff on a winters day. At the edge of the world. At the edge of the world |
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from Runrig - Transmitting Live (1994)
Like shadows on the wall
you come and you go through the streets and the rain that falls down on our sin no more good-byes forever this way whenever the greatest flame in the world starts burning this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own always in your eyes a waking of souls we gaze out on the road that brought us up to this place the signposts never change we'll go where they lead whenever the day to break us comes we'll not give in this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own live the day when the flame is strong live the day when the flame is strong come the day when love is gone take it over, take it over this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own this is our place, in our lives and no one can ever change this moment or pull this mountain to the ground this is our life, this is our time and no one can ever change this moment |
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from Runrig - Transmitting Live (1994)
Sons and daughters of the dust
Strangers of time and place For a while your limbs entwine Holy marriage of flesh But I know your ways Your ways are not mortal thought Till the day breaks and shadows run Run away So shine on harvest moon Cast your might on the ripening corn And I look at your life Hold you in my arms With all the power in the days of youth In the fullness of love Fields run deep in golden swards Hot summer winds blow through the corn Cast off your sorrows now you stand In the presence of Lord Your radiance shines Like the moon of all innocent grace To know that we dared breathe belief To love again (Chorus) (Chorus) |
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from Runrig - Transmitting Live (1994)
We listened into the Iceage
And we built up man round the Picts And the daybreak hammered out warning To the weak We dreamed on moor with passion And on the long lochs bluer than eyes 'Till the mists of bygone ages heard our cries I've seen us among thousands All of one name waiting to run And when the charge came heather on heartbeat Steel on gun The old rock leaves us with fossil From the ancient pagan rites From the universal inroads back to Christ Transmitting, transmitting Breaking down the wire Transmitting, transmitting Breaking down the wire As we look out over the morning And the days of this life's spring And the joy of Gaelic's lifeblood Made me sing Watching your beauty on this journey With the lick of youth in your eyes Let us sow this olden heartland Reap in time Transmitting, transmitting Breaking down the wire Transmitting, transmitting Breaking down the wire |
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from Runrig - Transmitting Live (1994)
You ask me to believe in magic
Expect me to commit suicide of the heart And you ask me to play this game without question Raising the stakes on this shotgun roulette But you came to me like the ways of children Simple as breathing, easy as air Now the years hold no fears, like the wind they pass over Loved, forgiven, washed, saved Every river I try to cross Every hill I try to climb Every ocean I try to swim Every road I try to find All the ways of my life I'd rather be with you There's no way Without you |
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from Runrig - Transmitting Live (1994)
Sunburst. The morning moar. The
light of God. The heart of youth. I look around me. My eyes find their rest on this garden the flower of the west. Sunrise. The colour frontier. The ageing light. The sight that knows no fear. I look over Orinsay to the Trumisgarry shore. To Aloter. And the road to Ahmore. The silent skies. An innocent heart Holding the moment away from time in the dark. All I see. All I know. Is touching the sacred earth warming the hallowed ground. I survive the childhood universe and I step the naked heath where the breathing of the vanished lies in acres round my feet past Loch Scadavagh Loch Fada and the flatlands to the east where the dark blue mass of Eval meets the rising Rock of Lee. Between the Crogary and Mairi I started to descend Loch Aongais on my left hand side I look across to Clett. Collies barking on the outrun Dunlin dancing on the sand. Breakers show round Corran Vallique and empty the Atlantic on the strand |
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from Runrig - Transmitting Live (1994)
Twelve o'clock at night
Streets of many corners The lunar river winds Down the closes and the lanes The night skips the sleeping years And reawakes the memory Takes me along the way To the places of the heart The days of summer came Days of many heartache Not to love is not to live Not to live is not to feel no pain So unlock this heart of stone Teach me the ways of mystery In the places where they say Only the brave can walk alone You took me through this town And you took me to the moment That makes angels lose their wings And makes poets lose their wonder But I have found in you A love line pure and lasting May your heart hold true And your nights run long |
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from Runrig - Transmitting Live (1994)
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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from Runrig - Transmitting Live (1994)
There's a place
Where the rocks of Caithness Lie beside the ocean On summer days, a waiting grave In the layers With the pains of generations gone before us Uranium, your age has come There's salt and spray On the beaches of the island that I came from Caesium, the change will come Across the waves From Sellafield you came in unseen wonder A life begun, a chain undone And from the hollow mouths of grey It's the future and it's safe So let the children play Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land One glance away Civilisation on the streets of California The burning nights, before my eyes Savage times In the courtrooms and the subways of frustration Crucify, crucify 'cause man rules the waves The rock, the road, the lanes And all the cities of the plains Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land And we'll all be long blown rushes When all the world's a flame Move a mountain Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
Footprints around the world
Your beauty in the blue Stepping down the Glory Road Let's go dancing for survival To the lyric of your youth Stepping down the Glory Road The way you sing will shine out Illuminate the way you grow Eisd ri eubh do mhian Eisd ri eubh do mhian Capture your heart it's breaking To celebrate your giving Gracenotes on every heartstring The beauty in the pure Eisd ri eubh do mhian Eisd ri eubh do mhian So resurrect the bards Liberate the word inspired Stepping down the Glory Road You know that joy like great art Should take you to the skies The dark side of the soul You've never known you never will Eisd ri eubh do mhian Eisd ri eubh do mhian Stepping down the glory road Eisd ri eubh do mhian Eisd ri eubh Eisd ri eubh Eisd ri eubh do mhian Stepping down the glory road Eisd ri eubh do mhian Stepping down the glory road |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
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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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
Like shadows on the wall
you come and you go through the streets and the rain that falls down on our sin no more good-byes forever this way whenever the greatest flame in the world starts burning this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own always in your eyes a waking of souls we gaze out on the road that brought us up to this place the signposts never change we'll go where they lead whenever the day to break us comes we'll not give in this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own live the day when the flame is strong live the day when the flame is strong come the day when love is gone take it over, take it over this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own this is our place, in our lives and no one can ever change this moment or pull this mountain to the ground this is our life, this is our time and no one can ever change this moment |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
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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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
Chaneil an t-adhar os cionn
Lunnainn a nochd soileir no dorch. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Gun sgial air coinneal mor latha no reultan na h-oidhche. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. An sea s'am baile gun chadal gun fhois is gun saorsa. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Casan a' gluasad an abhainn an tuil. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Na cuibhlichean's cabhaig a tionndaidh gun sgur. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cus ag adhradh beairteas air altair an tshaoghail. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cach gun dochas gun dachaidh air sraidean gun ghaol. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Leis gach dath s'gach creideamh gach cainnt as gach cearn. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Gach ceist is gach freagairt sios an abhainn gu cuan. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
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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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
Across the street the river runs
Down in the gutter life is slipping away Let me still exist in another place Running under cover of a helicopter blade The flames are getting higher in effigy Burning down the bridges of my memory Love may still be alive somewhere someway Where they're downing only deer A hundred steel towns away Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum With the words 'I love you' rolling off my tongue No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness Light it up, light it up I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans Running down the alley I've got my eyes all over you baby Oh baby Chorus Oh I've got lightning in my veins Shifting like the handle of a slot machine Love may still exist in another place I'm just holding back the handle No expression on my face Chorus x 3 |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
With the eyes of a child the
wonder of it all. I used to search the stars at night and I felt so safe and small. Sweet sounds from a Merseytown and my nursery God. I wanted to ride with Yuri Gagarin as he circled all around my world. Lying under the covers. Radio on. Settle down with Caroline as she sailed all summer long. Sweetheart of the Rodeo. Mining Hearts of Gold. I think it was somewhere post Rubber Soul. There was the first caress. There were the Labour years. There was the man that walked the moon something I never really believed. The Di Stefano twists the Charlton goals. Now I'm still here with the eyes of a child the wonder never grows old. Hearthammer. The wonder never grows old |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
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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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
When all the world is quiet and still
And doubts run deep as the ocean Through troubled years and broken dreams To the place where all silence has spoken So wonderful, too wonderful So wonderful, too wonderful Immeasurable, invisible The moment golden before me I will walk with you through the beautiful gate My hands and heart wide open So wonderful, too wonderful So wonderful, too wonderful |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
For the roll of the wind
As we sail across the water The roll of the sea As we're taken through the night The dimming lamp of day Leaves the crimson foam and spray Across the face of the mighty Atlantic In this cradle we found love In our lifetimes we were broken By the spirit we were turned Here we touched the hope divine And in the rapture and the charm Came the tranquil and the calm On the rage of the mighty Atlantic Deepest grave, supreme deceiver Brave new worlds and cursed emotion Let your people go, bring me a saviour White doves rise above the ocean For the brightness of the lights As they stretch across the water The excitement of the night As we're carried through the seas There's a welcome lies in store The strongest arms I've ever known In the homes of the mighty Atlantic For the roll it is gentle As the waves, they guide you over Full new moon across the stern flag Our different worlds in constant motion For the roll of the wind As we sail across the waters The roll of the sea As we're taken through the night I'm coming home it's late And you know I just can't wait For the shores of the mighty Atlantic For the shores of the mighty Atlantic For the shores of the mighty Atlantic |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
Sunburst. The morning moar. The
light of God. The heart of youth. I look around me. My eyes find their rest on this garden the flower of the west. Sunrise. The colour frontier. The ageing light. The sight that knows no fear. I look over Orinsay to the Trumisgarry shore. To Aloter. And the road to Ahmore. The silent skies. An innocent heart Holding the moment away from time in the dark. All I see. All I know. Is touching the sacred earth warming the hallowed ground. I survive the childhood universe and I step the naked heath where the breathing of the vanished lies in acres round my feet past Loch Scadavagh Loch Fada and the flatlands to the east where the dark blue mass of Eval meets the rising Rock of Lee. Between the Crogary and Mairi I started to descend Loch Aongais on my left hand side I look across to Clett. Collies barking on the outrun Dunlin dancing on the sand. Breakers show round Corran Vallique and empty the Atlantic on the strand |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
You ask me to believe in magic
Expect me to commit suicide of the heart And you ask me to play this game without question Raising the stakes on this shotgun roulette But you came to me like the ways of children Simple as breathing, easy as air Now the years hold no fears, like the wind they pass over Loved, forgiven, washed, saved Every river I try to cross Every hill I try to climb Every ocean I try to swim Every road I try to find All the ways of my life I'd rather be with you There's no way Without you |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
Ochd deug seisreach
Air raontainn Aird a' Mhorrain Na fir a' treabhadh An la a thainig na Sleitich Dubh dath na fala A dhoirt 'na tuil gu talamh Saighead claidheamh Tro chairdeas corp an Udail Siol Ghoraidh Mac Ruairidh Clann Raghnaill Clann Dhomhaill Linn gu linn Ainm gu ainm Air an sgiath seo dh 'Uibhist 'S mi beo an drasd Clann mo theaghlaich Clann mo theaghlaich fhein |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
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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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
How can't you see
The wilderness growing free Time wounded and scarred Stroking away the years It's hard to believe But memories are old ghosts Mountains of black and gold Sunsets falling over the moor Oh take me there! 'S na horo eile, horo bho 'S na horo bho, hillean o 'S na horo eille ho Take me there! You take your dream You make life what you feel Appearances lead to deceive This drama so far from me Destiny On facts aching wings Wild geese fly low over your shores Hearts sailing over the trees Oh take me there! 'S na horo eile, horo bho 'S na horo bho, hillean o 'S na horo eille ho Take me there! Chi mi'n t-eilean uaine Tir nam beanntann arda Ceo a'tuiteam tron a'ghleann Na shineadh air do raointeann |
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from Runrig - Long Distance-The Best of Runrig (1996)
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love spent many happy days On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. T'was there that we parted in yon shady glen On the steep sides of Ben Lomond Where in purple hue the Highland hills we view And the moon glints out in the gloaming. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. Where wild flowers spring and the wee birdies sing On the steep steep side of Ben Lomond But the broken heart it kens nae second spring Though resigned we may be while we're greetin'. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. On the bonnie bonnie banks |
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from Runrig - Rhythm of My Heart (1997)
Across the street the river runs
Down in the gutter life is slipping away Let me still exist in another place Running under cover of a helicopter blade The flames are getting higher in effigy Burning down the bridges of my memory Love may still be alive somewhere someway Where they're downing only deer A hundred steel towns away Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum With the words 'I love you' rolling off my tongue No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness Light it up, light it up I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans Running down the alley I've got my eyes all over you baby Oh baby Chorus Oh I've got lightning in my veins Shifting like the handle of a slot machine Love may still exist in another place I'm just holding back the handle No expression on my face Chorus x 3 |
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from Runrig - Rhythm of My Heart (1997)
Across the street the river runs
Down in the gutter life is slipping away Let me still exist in another place Running under cover of a helicopter blade The flames are getting higher in effigy Burning down the bridges of my memory Love may still be alive somewhere someway Where they're downing only deer A hundred steel towns away Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum With the words 'I love you' rolling off my tongue No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness Light it up, light it up I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans Running down the alley I've got my eyes all over you baby Oh baby Chorus Oh I've got lightning in my veins Shifting like the handle of a slot machine Love may still exist in another place I'm just holding back the handle No expression on my face Chorus x 3 |
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from Runrig - Cutter And The Clan (1988)
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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from Runrig - Cutter And The Clan (1988)
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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from Runrig - Cutter And The Clan (1988)
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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from Runrig - Cutter And The Clan (1988)
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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from Runrig - Cutter And The Clan (1988)
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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from Runrig - Cutter And The Clan (1988)
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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from Runrig - Cutter And The Clan (1988)
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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from Runrig - Cutter And The Clan (1988)
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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from Runrig - Once In A Lifetime (1988)
The landlords came
The peasant trials To sacrifice of men Through the past and that quite darkly The presence once again In the name of capital Establishment Improvers, its a name The hidden truths The hidden lies That once nailed you To the pain They did a dance Called America They danced it round And waited at the turns For America They danced their ladies round To the candles Of enlightenment Once lit they say don't burn To turn the darkest room of suffering To a greater state of pain Don't tell me that's behind you now Don't greet me Don't meet your dying blind It's our very last stand together So let's sever No regrets They did a dance Called America They danced it round And waited at the turns For America They danced their ladies round There were days That once held confidence Strength of will and mind The camouflage that once washed your fathers Your sons and daughters time Another tounge My love, my island You've gone international With all the praying men of God Who stood And watched it all go on They did a dance Called America They danced it round And waited at the turns For America They danced their ladies round |
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from Runrig - Once In A Lifetime (1988)
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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from Runrig - Once In A Lifetime (1988)
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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from Runrig - Once In A Lifetime (1988)
In the distance day was dawning,
Comes to me the early morning, Something tells me that I'm going home The brand new sun shining bright From the darkness fields of light Something tells me that I'm going home Going home When the summer's coming in And the moonlight on the river Shows me where I've been Soft the rain is gently falling Lightly cross the city morning I get the feeling that I'm going home Across the moorlands, past the mountains, O'er the rivers, beside the new streams, Something tells me that I'm going home Going home When the summer's coming in And the moonlight on the river Shows me where I've been Going home When the summer's coming in And the moonlight on the river Shows me where I've been As the train is rolling nearer Ah, the feeling just to be there, Something tells me that I'm going home Now the skylines reach my eyes The ridge stands out in highland skies I just can't believe I'm going home. |
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from Runrig - Once In A Lifetime (1988)
How can't you see
The wilderness growing free Time wounded and scarred Stroking away the years It's hard to believe But memories are old ghosts Mountains of black and gold Sunsets falling over the moor Oh take me there! 'S na horo eile, horo bho 'S na horo bho, hillean o 'S na horo eille ho Take me there! You take your dream You make life what you feel Appearances lead to deceive This drama so far from me Destiny On facts aching wings Wild geese fly low over your shores Hearts sailing over the trees Oh take me there! 'S na horo eile, horo bho 'S na horo bho, hillean o 'S na horo eille ho Take me there! Chi mi'n t-eilean uaine Tir nam beanntann arda Ceo a'tuiteam tron a'ghleann Na shineadh air do raointeann |
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from Runrig - Once In A Lifetime (1988)
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love spent many happy days On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. T'was there that we parted in yon shady glen On the steep sides of Ben Lomond Where in purple hue the Highland hills we view And the moon glints out in the gloaming. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. Where wild flowers spring and the wee birdies sing On the steep steep side of Ben Lomond But the broken heart it kens nae second spring Though resigned we may be while we're greetin'. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. On the bonnie bonnie banks |
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from Runrig - Once In A Lifetime (1988)
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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from Runrig - Big Wheel (1991)
The headlights swing across the
naked headth. Through the silent miles the empty spaces. With the drinking boys. The dancing wine. Somewhere outside the laughing glass burns in your eye. Elvis is still the king the long road home. The flushed caress the trmbling heart. She's in your arms electric chord's accordian bands |
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There's a watcher waiting on the
edge of the world with the thoughts that nver darken whn the lights go down. In the rhythm of living and the shifting tribe through the cities of destruction in these graceless times. In the smallness of one heartbeat power overthrow. In the oneness of the journey for a homing soul. With the spirits of the mighty here since day began. A shadow rushes through the grasslands to the dying sun. For the universe and the stars are around you now. But the healer in your heart is only a breath away. For there's silence and there's blindness in a raging world. But the healer in your heart is only a moment away |
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from Runrig - Big Wheel (1991)
Chaneil an t-adhar os cionn
Lunnainn a nochd soileir no dorch. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Gun sgial air coinneal mor latha no reultan na h-oidhche. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. An sea s'am baile gun chadal gun fhois is gun saorsa. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Casan a' gluasad an abhainn an tuil. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Na cuibhlichean's cabhaig a tionndaidh gun sgur. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cus ag adhradh beairteas air altair an tshaoghail. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Cach gun dochas gun dachaidh air sraidean gun ghaol. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Leis gach dath s'gach creideamh gach cainnt as gach cearn. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh. Gach ceist is gach freagairt sios an abhainn gu cuan. Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh |
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from Runrig - Big Wheel (1991)
When you close your eyes there's
a frightened pride that lives for you. That your mothers life and your fathers eyes can't hide. You had no choice didn't ask the dice too fall for you. Still your courage comes like thunder through the skies. So you carry time down the tortured line where mysteries show. Well hidden from lifes learned and lifes wise. Mans useless ways and worthless conversation lie well exposed and humbled in your smile. Always the winner, the victor and the giver. Somewhere through that winter you'll never be alone. For evermore the winner. The taker and the giver. Somewhere through that winter you will not grow old. Still you run out in the morning with the boys and the girls. The miracle of innocence on a head of curls. We'll search every reason wherever we roam to find a place for these broken hearts and bones. We'll keep a fire on the hillsides after the summers gone and we'll wait here till the war-wounded come home |
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from Runrig - Big Wheel (1991)
Day was young and desire was
stirred. Summer was all but gone. Light was fading from the side of your face. Sinking low in the corn. All that's constant and wise I still see in your eyes it was always this way from the start. Right here whre I stand on the last of the land. Bur you're still breaking the heart. Now all I have is rushing right through my hands. Sailing over the seas. Down that tide where fresh and salt combine. All victories are released. We who wrestle the years have traded our fears for a glimpse of ecstasy in the dark. Turning ice in the fire but still we're denied. But you're still breaking the heart. The skies turned red without failure. They held their promise and dread till the last. You put all of my youth in my future. You put the future back into my past. So shine a light and shine it brightly now. You know it all takes it's course. And all the many ways I've tried so hard to reach this potent source. On the day behind time across the divide. Along the cord came all light out of dark. Now I stand amaze in this beautiful pain. But you're still breaking the heart |
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from Runrig - Big Wheel (1991)
Na cuibhlichean a' tionndadh. An
rathad deas agus tuath. Na cuibhlichean a gluasad mar tha' saoghal iad a tionndadh mun cuairt. Na cuibhlichean a tionndadh, gach duthaich muir agus tir. Tro ghleanntan tro' bhailtean a dh'ionnsaigh an aite agaibh fhein'. An cuibhle mor nach stad gu brath. Tionndadh oganaich gu aois. A' nochd tha'n rathad mor n'ar coinneamh. Gun am ann acg an drasda. 'S ioma la chaidh seachad. A ghaoth a sedeadth tro an uir. 'S ioma la bha 'ghrian ag eirigh oirnn. Seasamh anns an eorna nuair a bha sin og. Aghmhor. Aghmhor. A ruith tro na raointean 's iad a'fas. Abaich. Orach. Coimhead ri na speuran. 'S ioma la 'S ioma la. Feitheamh 'son a chuairt. Glaschu. Dun Eideann. Inbhirnis. Sruighlea. Steornabhagh. Obar Dheadhain. An Gearasdan. Dun Deagh. Lunnainn. A'Ghearmailt. Eirinn. Ameiriga. An cuibhle mor cuibhle mor |
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All the homes on the globe are
like the television in your eyes. A cross guarding your heart the living years a sacrifice. A shiver at the door in the night, clouds cross a black moonlight. Rushing on down to the sound of a turning world. There's a south by sou'westerly force eight coming in strong. Across the continental shelf from the cold grey Malin beyond. The need to keep control. The need to stand alone at the edge of the world. The adrenalin infrastructure bringing on it's troubles some more. All the laws of the jungle stranded on your latest shore. But the waves hold the healer force. The years disappear like a ghost. Somewhere out of the sight of the night and the light of day. Now civilisation groans and the news reel cries. Like a drowning man his life in front of his eyes. But the need to keep control. The need to bare the soul at the edge of the world. And the man from St. Kilda went over the cliff on a winters day. At the edge of the world. At the edge of the world |
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With the eyes of a child the
wonder of it all. I used to search the stars at night and I felt so safe and small. Sweet sounds from a Merseytown and my nursery God. I wanted to ride with Yuri Gagarin as he circled all around my world. Lying under the covers. Radio on. Settle down with Caroline as she sailed all summer long. Sweetheart of the Rodeo. Mining Hearts of Gold. I think it was somewhere post Rubber Soul. There was the first caress. There were the Labour years. There was the man that walked the moon something I never really believed. The Di Stefano twists the Charlton goals. Now I'm still here with the eyes of a child the wonder never grows old. Hearthammer. The wonder never grows old |
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When I'm away please take good
care of my heart. And when I'm gone say a prayer for love. 'Cause there's cities and clouds in my eyes. The empty streets and the raining nights. Wherever the highway unwinds I'll keep coming home. Love on a wire. Strangers walk out on the town. Long distance words. Outside leave the night to the young. Cause its touchdowns runways and roads. The bright lights the silver and gold. Wherever the moment goes cold I'll keep coming home. I'll keep coming home to you |
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Sunburst. The morning moar. The
light of God. The heart of youth. I look around me. My eyes find their rest on this garden the flower of the west. Sunrise. The colour frontier. The ageing light. The sight that knows no fear. I look over Orinsay to the Trumisgarry shore. To Aloter. And the road to Ahmore. The silent skies. An innocent heart Holding the moment away from time in the dark. All I see. All I know. Is touching the sacred earth warming the hallowed ground. I survive the childhood universe and I step the naked heath where the breathing of the vanished lies in acres round my feet past Loch Scadavagh Loch Fada and the flatlands to the east where the dark blue mass of Eval meets the rising Rock of Lee. Between the Crogary and Mairi I started to descend Loch Aongais on my left hand side I look across to Clett. Collies barking on the outrun Dunlin dancing on the sand. Breakers show round Corran Vallique and empty the Atlantic on the strand |
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