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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
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 - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
When I'm away please take good
care of my heart. And when I'm gone say a prayer for love. 'Cause there's cities and clouds in my eyes. The empty streets and the raining nights. Wherever the highway unwinds I'll keep coming home. Love on a wire. Strangers walk out on the town. Long distance words. Outside leave the night to the young. Cause its touchdowns runways and roads. The bright lights the silver and gold. Wherever the moment goes cold I'll keep coming home. I'll keep coming home to you |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
There's a place
Where the rocks of Caithness Lie beside the ocean On summer days, a waiting grave In the layers With the pains of generations gone before us Uranium, your age has come There's salt and spray On the beaches of the island that I came from Caesium, the change will come Across the waves From Sellafield you came in unseen wonder A life begun, a chain undone And from the hollow mouths of grey It's the future and it's safe So let the children play Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land One glance away Civilisation on the streets of California The burning nights, before my eyes Savage times In the courtrooms and the subways of frustration Crucify, crucify 'cause man rules the waves The rock, the road, the lanes And all the cities of the plains Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land And we'll all be long blown rushes When all the world's a flame Move a mountain Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
Across the skies the monuments stand
Shrines of wonder, man worshipping man Computer ethics mock a dying land Down below like rats in a cage Success, survival, two needles in hay It's Romans One facing satan's stare Pull down the forests we need more wood Extend the grazing we need more food Burning our bridges before the flood Out on the oceans where it's relatively safe It's not so easy being big as a whale We're all in a race on a bigger scale Homosapien, I've had enough Homosapien, I'm giving up At best your wisdom's a shot in the dark So make yourself pretty, make yourself rich Leopardskin, sealskin, money and sex Apartheid, genocide, thalidomide, life It's your choice But mountains Are holy places And beauty is free We can still walk Through the garden Our earth was once green |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
There's a place
Where the rocks of Caithness Lie beside the ocean On summer days, a waiting grave In the layers With the pains of generations gone before us Uranium, your age has come There's salt and spray On the beaches of the island that I came from Caesium, the change will come Across the waves From Sellafield you came in unseen wonder A life begun, a chain undone And from the hollow mouths of grey It's the future and it's safe So let the children play Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land One glance away Civilisation on the streets of California The burning nights, before my eyes Savage times In the courtrooms and the subways of frustration Crucify, crucify 'cause man rules the waves The rock, the road, the lanes And all the cities of the plains Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land And we'll all be long blown rushes When all the world's a flame Move a mountain Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land Move a mountain Fill the ground Take death on wheels Re-create the land |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
I still hear the snares in the square
Colours ablaze in the evening The air was still Down the stormy hill It's good to be young and daring I still see the blood on the knees The camans swing without warning The lads in white At the speed of light It's good to be young and daring Across the bay I still hear thee strains The two step loud and Blair-ing We walked hand in hand To the accordian band It's good to be young and daring She was the pride of the summer that year She was my sweetheart, my lady We walked the black rock And we stopped by the loch It's good to be young and daring Beat the drum Beat the drum Liek a heartbeat Lonely and strong Beat the drum |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
The red hot sun burns up the hill
The winter's bride, the summer's king I tramp these acres and I feel Once upon a time Then it seemed that everything You saw and touched and felt was real You turned the tap and you turned the wheel Breathing free Now you search the open evening sky Trace the memory in your eyes For the prophet's hard rain and the deluge Lie in tears around your door Once there were trees and livestock here A mother's love, the warnings clear But you chose to turn away from fear Breathing free Now there's a faceless cross on a distant hill A wasted voice, a silent scream Where the lovers love and the dreamers dream You stand and dream alone You took your sacrifice to the gods of war Traded your children's lives for a mess of gold And you beat your ploughshares into swords Breathing free Once in a lifetime You live and love Once in a lifetime You die Once in a lifetime The sun goes down Protect and survive |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
Here hangs an open landscape
A wild and huge frontier From a harsh and a barren wasteland Through the grave to the promised field You came, you trapped, you charted You laid the railraods and the schemes And you tamed this land by enterprise And by the power of your dreams From the olden coasts of Ireland From the Hebridean shores With the forgotten chosen ones Running from Europe in droves There's a town in Manitoba They say the windows touch the sky But across the brine the shipyards close In this garden flowers die Still the homelands divide us Like your blood red brothers of the plains But where they grieve a candle still burns A prayer from a flicker to a flame But you made this Clan great And you made this nation bloom And you rose With your people through the new world Like a rocket to the moon |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
When you arrived in Canada you walked the streets
Out of work out of money, prospects bleak Now the plane comes down from the morning sky And you touch the land where the fire won't die Johnny, you're home, man It's a long road You drove us down It's only a moment Since the diesels turned Now the blade cuts clean through the island soil The years roll back and the world grows small You stand on the banks in the wind and the rain And all of your money now can't hide this pain So you hold your mother and you bless the air With the tears of the emigrant, tongue of the Gael And the plane takes off in a clear blue sky Life's a long lost list of last goodbyes The heath flame is burning bright Burning every night It's winter in Ontario The wheels that turned us village kids Still carry through the heaths They no longer turn for you |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
Like shadows on the wall
you come and you go through the streets and the rain that falls down on our sin no more good-byes forever this way whenever the greatest flame in the world starts burning this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own always in your eyes a waking of souls we gaze out on the road that brought us up to this place the signposts never change we'll go where they lead whenever the day to break us comes we'll not give in this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own live the day when the flame is strong live the day when the flame is strong come the day when love is gone take it over, take it over this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own this is our place, in our lives and no one can ever change this moment or pull this mountain to the ground this is our life, this is our time and no one can ever change this moment |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
Between the shifting shadows
In the no-man's zone There's a bar at the end of the street Some poor country music One or two sixty's songs This is the place where the night owls sleep Oh, lonliness You're a hard earned crust You're the night at the end of the day 'Cause you pay your dues On the road you choose With the price you have to pay Down the neon aisles And the twilight miles Where the world takes comfort in shame And all I can hear Is a voice in my ear And its calling out your name Still the silence glows The four winds blow And a dark moon rising above To rest by your side In the heat of the fire In the sleep of the night of love When darkness hangs On the dirty city Winter falls on a foreign town And it's all I can do To be with you Tonight as the sun goes down But I would cross The ocean wide I'd walk the mighty foam If I could lie In your arms tonight You're the only rose I know |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
Day was young and desire was
stirred. Summer was all but gone. Light was fading from the side of your face. Sinking low in the corn. All that's constant and wise I still see in your eyes it was always this way from the start. Right here whre I stand on the last of the land. Bur you're still breaking the heart. Now all I have is rushing right through my hands. Sailing over the seas. Down that tide where fresh and salt combine. All victories are released. We who wrestle the years have traded our fears for a glimpse of ecstasy in the dark. Turning ice in the fire but still we're denied. But you're still breaking the heart. The skies turned red without failure. They held their promise and dread till the last. You put all of my youth in my future. You put the future back into my past. So shine a light and shine it brightly now. You know it all takes it's course. And all the many ways I've tried so hard to reach this potent source. On the day behind time across the divide. Along the cord came all light out of dark. Now I stand amaze in this beautiful pain. But you're still breaking the heart |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
When all the world is quiet and still
And doubts run deep as the ocean Through troubled years and broken dreams To the place where all silence has spoken So wonderful, too wonderful So wonderful, too wonderful Immeasurable, invisible The moment golden before me I will walk with you through the beautiful gate My hands and heart wide open So wonderful, too wonderful So wonderful, too wonderful |
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from Runrig - The Cutter And The Clan/The Big Wheel/Amazing Things (2000)
Since I was young I've faced this pill
I've worked this land and I always will Through life and death I've learnt the hill A worker for the wind I fake my sheeo and cattle days The endless storm, the months of rain But this land holds me ball and chain A worker for the wind You need heart, you need dreams Laughter, joy, you need beliefs But without love you sow an empty field A worker for the wind In the night the light grows thinner The lust for love cuts like shiver I need to hold you through the winter A worker for the wind Mary, I'll wait for you Mary, I'll wait for you |
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from Runrig - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
When I'm away please take good
care of my heart. And when I'm gone say a prayer for love. 'Cause there's cities and clouds in my eyes. The empty streets and the raining nights. Wherever the highway unwinds I'll keep coming home. Love on a wire. Strangers walk out on the town. Long distance words. Outside leave the night to the young. Cause its touchdowns runways and roads. The bright lights the silver and gold. Wherever the moment goes cold I'll keep coming home. I'll keep coming home to you |
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from Runrig - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love spent many happy days On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. T'was there that we parted in yon shady glen On the steep sides of Ben Lomond Where in purple hue the Highland hills we view And the moon glints out in the gloaming. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. Where wild flowers spring and the wee birdies sing On the steep steep side of Ben Lomond But the broken heart it kens nae second spring Though resigned we may be while we're greetin'. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. On the bonnie bonnie banks |
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from Runrig - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
It's all over now, no more summers in heaven
After World War Two wed and a life of ups and downs I see it now, precious even on paper A young man and his bride and someone to make time stand still All things remain to ignore and outlive you From the man in the moon to the greenhills outside your door Alone you came so alone you must go now There's no mountain on earth can ever outlive your soul I know you well, you'll be nothing but grateful Never let it be said they were spent in thoughtless ways Warm winds blow 'cross the ties that bind forever For a place in the sun and for the hearts of love a home But now I know and I don't want to believe it Where does it leave you now That the precious years are gone |
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from Runrig - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
Sun comes up on these mountain braes
And it's breaking on the high ground And the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There in your arms I went walking in the world The voice of many waters In the waking cascade In the breathing we wait On the rolling road On the rolling road May you always be freedom On the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There's a presence in the wind And it holds all departed And I'm here in the power And the long passing hour The light rushing in Great great gentle giver All the craving I see Falling way beyond me On the rolling road On the rolling road May you always be freedom And the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There in your arms |
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from Runrig - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
Beside the braes of dawn
One clear new morning Down where the lilies stood in bloom I knew that I was just a stranger in this world A wind just passing through So we dared to stay In these golden ways We never never knew what to do And the world kept coming screaming All it's news at me Well, now I've got news for you So let me take you down to the dancing floor You can walk out on the crowd Let us waltz away what's left of the living years In celebration of the loved No nothing's all that it seems In the strands and the waves Our steps renewed our lips confess We were stranded at the alter of unknown delights Down on the road to happiness And as the sunlight fills The highland hills It's all become so clear somehow That the days we spend Were not made to end We stand forever in thier glow So let me take you down to the dancing floor You can walk out on the crowd Let us waltz away what's left of the living years In celebration of the loved It's all glitz and sparkle down on the dancing floor We can turn our lives around Just leave behind that wretch that you have been With the fool that I'd become Now the hours are few And the days can be so cruel (so cruel) Yes, the night are getting long (the nights are getting long) And that joy that you would always bring It'll always keep me strong So let me take you down to the dancing floor You can walk out on the crowd Let us waltz away what's left of the living years In celebration of the loved It's all glitz and sparkle tonight on the dancing floor We can turn our lives around Just leave behind that wretch that you have been With the fool that I'd become |
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from Runrig - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
Like shadows on the wall
you come and you go through the streets and the rain that falls down on our sin no more good-byes forever this way whenever the greatest flame in the world starts burning this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own always in your eyes a waking of souls we gaze out on the road that brought us up to this place the signposts never change we'll go where they lead whenever the day to break us comes we'll not give in this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own live the day when the flame is strong live the day when the flame is strong come the day when love is gone take it over, take it over this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own this is our place, in our lives and no one can ever change this moment or pull this mountain to the ground this is our life, this is our time and no one can ever change this moment |
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from Runrig - Scotland's Glory-Runrig's Ballads (2000)
The roll of the wind
As we sail across the water The roll of the sea As we're taken through the night The dimming lamp of day Leaves the crimson foam and spray Across the face of the mighty Atlantic In this cradle we found love In our lifetimes we were broken By the spirit we were turned Here we touched the hope divine And in the rapture and the charm Came the tranquil and the calm On the rage of the mighty Atlantic Deepest grave, supreme deceiver Brave new worlds and cursed emotion Let your people go, bring me a saviour White doves rise above the ocean The brightness of the lights As they stretch across the water The excitement of the night As we're carried through the seas There's a welcome lies in store The strongest arms I've ever known In the homes of the mighty Atlantic For the roll it is gentle As the waves, they guide you over Full new moon across the stern flag Our different worlds in constant motion The roll of the wind As we sail across the waters The roll of the sea As we're taken through the night I'm coming home it's late And you know I just can't wait For the shores of the mighty Atlantic For the shores of the mighty Atlantic For the shores of the mighty Atlantic |
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from Runrig - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
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 - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love spent many happy days On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. T'was there that we parted in yon shady glen On the steep sides of Ben Lomond Where in purple hue the Highland hills we view And the moon glints out in the gloaming. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. Where wild flowers spring and the wee birdies sing On the steep steep side of Ben Lomond But the broken heart it kens nae second spring Though resigned we may be while we're greetin'. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. On the bonnie bonnie banks |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
The red hot sun burns up the hill
The winter's bride, the summer's king I tramp these acres and I feel Once upon a time Then it seemed that everything You saw and touched and felt was real You turned the tap and you turned the wheel Breathing free Now you search the open evening sky Trace the memory in your eyes For the prophet's hard rain and the deluge Lie in tears around your door Once there were trees and livestock here A mother's love, the warnings clear But you chose to turn away from fear Breathing free Now there's a faceless cross on a distant hill A wasted voice, a silent scream Where the lovers love and the dreamers dream You stand and dream alone You took your sacrifice to the gods of war Traded your children's lives for a mess of gold And you beat your ploughshares into swords Breathing free Once in a lifetime You live and love Once in a lifetime You die Once in a lifetime The sun goes down Protect and survive |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
The red hot sun burns up the hill
The winter's bride, the summer's king I tramp these acres and I feel Once upon a time Then it seemed that everything You saw and touched and felt was real You turned the tap and you turned the wheel Breathing free Now you search the open evening sky Trace the memory in your eyes For the prophet's hard rain and the deluge Lie in tears around your door Once there were trees and livestock here A mother's love, the warnings clear But you chose to turn away from fear Breathing free Now there's a faceless cross on a distant hill A wasted voice, a silent scream Where the lovers love and the dreamers dream You stand and dream alone You took your sacrifice to the gods of war Traded your children's lives for a mess of gold And you beat your ploughshares into swords Breathing free Once in a lifetime You live and love Once in a lifetime You die Once in a lifetime The sun goes down Protect and survive |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
Across the street the river runs
Down in the gutter life is slipping away Let me still exist in another place Running under cover of a helicopter blade The flames are getting higher in effigy Burning down the bridges of my memory Love may still be alive somewhere someway Where they're downing only deer A hundred steel towns away Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum With the words 'I love you' rolling off my tongue No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness Light it up, light it up I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans Running down the alley I've got my eyes all over you baby Oh baby Chorus Oh I've got lightning in my veins Shifting like the handle of a slot machine Love may still exist in another place I'm just holding back the handle No expression on my face Chorus x 3 |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
Sun comes up on these mountain braes
And it's breaking on the high ground And the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There in your arms I went walking in the world The voice of many waters In the waking cascade In the breathing we wait On the rolling road On the rolling road May you always be freedom On the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There's a presence in the wind And it holds all departed And I'm here in the power And the long passing hour The light rushing in Great great gentle giver All the craving I see Falling way beyond me On the rolling road On the rolling road May you always be freedom And the rolling road And the rolling river Are all that I have to hold There in your arms There in your arms |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
Here hangs an open landscape
A wild and huge frontier From a harsh and a barren wasteland Through the grave to the promised field You came, you trapped, you charted You laid the railraods and the schemes And you tamed this land by enterprise And by the power of your dreams From the olden coasts of Ireland From the Hebridean shores With the forgotten chosen ones Running from Europe in droves There's a town in Manitoba They say the windows touch the sky But across the brine the shipyards close In this garden flowers die Still the homelands divide us Like your blood red brothers of the plains But where they grieve a candle still burns A prayer from a flicker to a flame But you made this Clan great And you made this nation bloom And you rose With your people through the new world Like a rocket to the moon |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
Here hangs an open landscape
A wild and huge frontier From a harsh and a barren wasteland Through the grave to the promised field You came, you trapped, you charted You laid the railraods and the schemes And you tamed this land by enterprise And by the power of your dreams From the olden coasts of Ireland From the Hebridean shores With the forgotten chosen ones Running from Europe in droves There's a town in Manitoba They say the windows touch the sky But across the brine the shipyards close In this garden flowers die Still the homelands divide us Like your blood red brothers of the plains But where they grieve a candle still burns A prayer from a flicker to a flame But you made this Clan great And you made this nation bloom And you rose With your people through the new world Like a rocket to the moon |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
Ochd deug seisreach
Air raontainn Aird a' Mhorrain Na fir a' treabhadh An la a thainig na Sleitich Dubh dath na fala A dhoirt 'na tuil gu talamh Saighead claidheamh Tro chairdeas corp an Udail Siol Ghoraidh Mac Ruairidh Clann Raghnaill Clann Dhomhaill Linn gu linn Ainm gu ainm Air an sgiath seo dh 'Uibhist 'S mi beo an drasd Clann mo theaghlaich Clann mo theaghlaich fhein |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
How can't you see
The wilderness growing free Time wounded and scarred Stroking away the years It's hard to believe But memories are old ghosts Mountains of black and gold Sunsets falling over the moor Oh take me there! 'S na horo eile, horo bho 'S na horo bho, hillean o 'S na horo eille ho Take me there! You take your dream You make life what you feel Appearances lead to deceive This drama so far from me Destiny On facts aching wings Wild geese fly low over your shores Hearts sailing over the trees Oh take me there! 'S na horo eile, horo bho 'S na horo bho, hillean o 'S na horo eille ho Take me there! Chi mi'n t-eilean uaine Tir nam beanntann arda Ceo a'tuiteam tron a'ghleann Na shineadh air do raointeann |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
Beside the braes of dawn
One clear new morning Down where the lilies stood in bloom I knew that I was just a stranger in this world A wind just passing through So we dared to stay In these golden ways We never never knew what to do And the world kept coming screaming All it's news at me Well, now I've got news for you So let me take you down to the dancing floor You can walk out on the crowd Let us waltz away what's left of the living years In celebration of the loved No nothing's all that it seems In the strands and the waves Our steps renewed our lips confess We were stranded at the alter of unknown delights Down on the road to happiness And as the sunlight fills The highland hills It's all become so clear somehow That the days we spend Were not made to end We stand forever in thier glow So let me take you down to the dancing floor You can walk out on the crowd Let us waltz away what's left of the living years In celebration of the loved It's all glitz and sparkle down on the dancing floor We can turn our lives around Just leave behind that wretch that you have been With the fool that I'd become Now the hours are few And the days can be so cruel (so cruel) Yes, the night are getting long (the nights are getting long) And that joy that you would always bring It'll always keep me strong So let me take you down to the dancing floor You can walk out on the crowd Let us waltz away what's left of the living years In celebration of the loved It's all glitz and sparkle tonight on the dancing floor We can turn our lives around Just leave behind that wretch that you have been With the fool that I'd become |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
Like shadows on the wall
you come and you go through the streets and the rain that falls down on our sin no more good-byes forever this way whenever the greatest flame in the world starts burning this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own always in your eyes a waking of souls we gaze out on the road that brought us up to this place the signposts never change we'll go where they lead whenever the day to break us comes we'll not give in this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own live the day when the flame is strong live the day when the flame is strong come the day when love is gone take it over, take it over this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own this is our place, in our lives and no one can ever change this moment or pull this mountain to the ground this is our life, this is our time and no one can ever change this moment |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
For the roll of the wind
As we sail across the water The roll of the sea As we're taken through the night The dimming lamp of day Leaves the crimson foam and spray Across the face of the mighty Atlantic In this cradle we found love In our lifetimes we were broken By the spirit we were turned Here we touched the hope divine And in the rapture and the charm Came the tranquil and the calm On the rage of the mighty Atlantic Deepest grave, supreme deceiver Brave new worlds and cursed emotion Let your people go, bring me a saviour White doves rise above the ocean For the brightness of the lights As they stretch across the water The excitement of the night As we're carried through the seas There's a welcome lies in store The strongest arms I've ever known In the homes of the mighty Atlantic For the roll it is gentle As the waves, they guide you over Full new moon across the stern flag Our different worlds in constant motion For the roll of the wind As we sail across the waters The roll of the sea As we're taken through the night I'm coming home it's late And you know I just can't wait For the shores of the mighty Atlantic For the shores of the mighty Atlantic For the shores of the mighty Atlantic |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
Between the shifting shadows
In the no-man's zone There's a bar at the end of the street Some poor country music One or two sixty's songs This is the place where the night owls sleep Oh, lonliness You're a hard earned crust You're the night at the end of the day 'Cause you pay your dues On the road you choose With the price you have to pay Down the neon aisles And the twilight miles Where the world takes comfort in shame And all I can hear Is a voice in my ear And its calling out your name Still the silence glows The four winds blow And a dark moon rising above To rest by your side In the heat of the fire In the sleep of the night of love When darkness hangs On the dirty city Winter falls on a foreign town And it's all I can do To be with you Tonight as the sun goes down But I would cross The ocean wide I'd walk the mighty foam If I could lie In your arms tonight You're the only rose I know |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin |
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from Runrig - Live At The Royal Concert Hall, Glasgow '96/Long Distance Th (1999)
When all the world is quiet and still
And doubts run deep as the ocean Through troubled years and broken dreams To the place where all silence has spoken So wonderful, too wonderful So wonderful, too wonderful Immeasurable, invisible The moment golden before me I will walk with you through the beautiful gate My hands and heart wide open So wonderful, too wonderful So wonderful, too wonderful |
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from Runrig - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Beat The Drum (1998)
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love spent many happy days On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. T'was there that we parted in yon shady glen On the steep sides of Ben Lomond Where in purple hue the Highland hills we view And the moon glints out in the gloaming. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. Where wild flowers spring and the wee birdies sing On the steep steep side of Ben Lomond But the broken heart it kens nae second spring Though resigned we may be while we're greetin'. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. You'll take the high road and I'll take the low road And I'll be in Scotland afore ye Where me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond. On the bonnie bonnie banks |
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from Runrig - Beat The Drum (1998)
I still hear the snares in the square
Colours ablaze in the evening The air was still Down the stormy hill It's good to be young and daring I still see the blood on the knees The camans swing without warning The lads in white At the speed of light It's good to be young and daring Across the bay I still hear thee strains The two step loud and Blair-ing We walked hand in hand To the accordian band It's good to be young and daring She was the pride of the summer that year She was my sweetheart, my lady We walked the black rock And we stopped by the loch It's good to be young and daring Beat the drum Beat the drum Liek a heartbeat Lonely and strong Beat the drum |
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from Runrig - Beat The Drum (1998)
Word came like a hammer
Night fell down like a shroud And it's caught me drinking, trying to turn back the clock Through this industrial ghost town I've known graft and I've voted well Trying to keep the Lowlands red But all I gets control in foreign hands Other colours instead All I want is a roof over my head All I want is a steady job All I want to do is say I love you With every penny I've got And all I think about are Debbie and Jane To give them some kind of chance in life But the long road running out the strip mill gate Has got me walking that line We never stretched our dance hall dreams We got it just about right There's little escape from a working town And from a working life I placed my future in the palm of your hand One autumn Friday at the Church of All Saints There's no investment here in life or in love And now it's getting too late All I want is a roof over my head All I want is a steady job All I want to do is say I love you With every penny I've got And all I think about are Debbie and Jane To give them some kind of chance in life But the long road running out the strip mill gate Has got me walking that line Has got me walking that line Has got me walking that line |
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from Runrig - Beat The Drum (1998)
She's late in years in the olden world
Sharing the old morality with the olden girls Her only guide was the life in her hands Ways that only the wise could understand Satellite Flood It's a world crusade And it's pouring down From the skies like rain Satellite flood From a nuclear town If you don't stem the tide You'll surely drown So they take you down to the global stream With the third and fourth worlds, the world extremes Then they home their lasers in on you And when they hit you they stick like glue Satellite Flood It's a world crusade And it's pouring down From the skies like rain Satellite flood From a nuclear town If you don't stem the tide You'll surely drown It's the video beat and the suicide smile Sex in the wilderness mile on mile Every hotel room and every bar American girls and American cars Satellite Flood It's a world crusade And it's pouring down From the skies like rain Satellite flood From a nuclear town If you don't stem the tide You'll surely drown |
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from Runrig - Beat The Drum (1998)
Life support genius at the end of time
The greatest living brain alive A breath of chance matter from a falling star The power is sour and reaches far The apple came down It had to fall Where men grew wise Minds grew small Newton and Adam Lost and found The apple must fall To the ground There's not long left, it's a race against time The saint's close, he could lose his mind Like he lost his body here on planet Earth When he holds the key to the universe The apple came down It had to fall Where men grew wise Minds grew small Newton and Adam Lost and found The apple must fall To the ground A mighty spark to keep him there Trigger to power, wire to pain Direct inject pleasure when the going gets rough Don't believe in God and all that stuff The apple came down It had to fall Where men grew wise Minds grew small Newton and Adam Lost and found The apple must fall To the ground The apple came down The atom must fall |
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from Runrig - Rhythm of My Heart (1997)
Across the street the river runs
Down in the gutter life is slipping away Let me still exist in another place Running under cover of a helicopter blade The flames are getting higher in effigy Burning down the bridges of my memory Love may still be alive somewhere someway Where they're downing only deer A hundred steel towns away Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum With the words 'I love you' rolling off my tongue No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness Light it up, light it up I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans Running down the alley I've got my eyes all over you baby Oh baby Chorus Oh I've got lightning in my veins Shifting like the handle of a slot machine Love may still exist in another place I'm just holding back the handle No expression on my face Chorus x 3 |
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from Runrig - Rhythm of My Heart (1997)
Across the street the river runs
Down in the gutter life is slipping away Let me still exist in another place Running under cover of a helicopter blade The flames are getting higher in effigy Burning down the bridges of my memory Love may still be alive somewhere someway Where they're downing only deer A hundred steel towns away Oh the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum With the words 'I love you' rolling off my tongue No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness Light it up, light it up I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans Running down the alley I've got my eyes all over you baby Oh baby Chorus Oh I've got lightning in my veins Shifting like the handle of a slot machine Love may still exist in another place I'm just holding back the handle No expression on my face Chorus x 3 |
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from Runrig - 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 - 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 - 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 - The Greatest Flame (1997)
The red hot sun burns up the hill
The winter's bride, the summer's king I tramp these acres and I feel Once upon a time Then it seemed that everything You saw and touched and felt was real You turned the tap and you turned the wheel Breathing free Now you search the open evening sky Trace the memory in your eyes For the prophet's hard rain and the deluge Lie in tears around your door Once there were trees and livestock here A mother's love, the warnings clear But you chose to turn away from fear Breathing free Now there's a faceless cross on a distant hill A wasted voice, a silent scream Where the lovers love and the dreamers dream You stand and dream alone You took your sacrifice to the gods of war Traded your children's lives for a mess of gold And you beat your ploughshares into swords Breathing free Once in a lifetime You live and love Once in a lifetime You die Once in a lifetime The sun goes down Protect and survive |
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from Runrig - The Greatest Flame (1997)
Like shadows on the wall
you come and you go through the streets and the rain that falls down on our sin no more good-byes forever this way whenever the greatest flame in the world starts burning this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own always in your eyes a waking of souls we gaze out on the road that brought us up to this place the signposts never change we'll go where they lead whenever the day to break us comes we'll not give in this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own live the day when the flame is strong live the day when the flame is strong come the day when love is gone take it over, take it over this is our life, and our time and nothing, is ever going to break us now we're on our own this is our place, in our lives and no one can ever change this moment or pull this mountain to the ground this is our life, this is our time and no one can ever change this moment |