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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)
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 - Beat The Drum (1998)
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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - 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 - 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)
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 - The Greatest Flame (1997)
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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - 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 - The Greatest Flame (1997)
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 - 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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - Big Wheel (1991)
Na cuibhlichean a' tionndadh. An
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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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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 - 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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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)
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 - 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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - 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 - Amazing Things (1993)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Mara (1995)
On sun soaked seas
Baiting the hand lines Neoscan at the oars Turning the bows into the Morea wake For the thrill of it all Across the middle of the bay A line of faces in the waiting hour And I could see The other world was here Can you hear it now We're just on the brink Returning homewards Together on Alone O mollaidh sinn An gaol 's an gras A thug dhuinn bith Cho umhail fo ghrein 'S i dealradh sios Air reultan cein. And it was all there waiting Just as we reached the door Just as we reached the door |
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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 - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - Big Wheel (1991)
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)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - 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 - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
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 - Big Wheel (1991)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - Beat The Drum (1998)
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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - 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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from Runrig - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
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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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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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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 - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
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 - 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 - 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 - Beat The Drum (1998)
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 - 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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from Runrig - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
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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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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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from Runrig - Big Wheel (1991)
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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - Beat The Drum (1998)
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 - Big Wheel (1991)
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)
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)
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 - The Greatest Flame (1997)
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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - Cutter And The Clan (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 - 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 - 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)
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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