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Fresh Bread
03:55
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Every time I smell fresh bread I hear your voice again,
Coaxing, shaping, rounding children from the fields of grain.
Floury fingers tend the fire in sunshine and in rain
Every time I smell fresh bread I see your hands again.
Chorus:
It's for these hands we're singing
It's for these hands we're singing
For arms of love not arms of war
It's for these hands we're singing
Every time I see fresh bread I think of you again,
Your work is slowly rising now in answer to the flame.
It seems that every season turns in waiting's joyful game,
Every time I see fresh bread I see your hands again.
Every time I taste fresh bread I hear you voice again,
The butter melting on the knife you call us each by name.
A slice of life a circle shared that time could never claim,
Every time I taste fresh bread I hear your voice again.
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2. |
Troubled Waters
03:39
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I've been sailing troubled waters,
That knew no calm.
The wind was wailing o'er those waters,
And my sorrow knew no balm.
Troubled waters, troubled waters, troubled waters in my soul.
I've been drinking troubled waters,
To ease my mind
But in those waters, troubled waters,
No solace could I find.
Troubled waters, troubled waters, troubled waters in my soul.
Storm clouds gather o'er those waters,
No haven had I.
I was wandered on those waters,
No love had I.
Troubled waters, troubled waters, troubled waters in my soul.
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3. |
Johnny's Gone to Hilo
02:44
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My Johnny's gone, what shall I do?
Johnny's gone to Hilo
My Johnny's gone and I'll go too
Johnny's gone to Hilo.
Chorus:
Hilo-you Hilo my Johnny's gone
What shall I do?
Johnny's gone to Hilo.
My Johnny's gone to old Rio
Johnny's gone to Hilo
To see them Spanish girls I know
Johnny's gone to Hilo.
My Johnny's gone and left this shore
Johnny's gone to Hilo
My Johnny's gone for evermore
Johnny's gone to Hilo.
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4. |
Coorie Doon
03:27
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Chorus:
Coorie doon, Coorie doon, Coorie Doon, my darling,
Coorie doon the day.
Coorie doon, Coorie doon, Coorie Doon, my darling,
Coorie doon the day.
Lie doon, my dear, and in your ear,
To help you close your eye,
I'll sing a song, a slumber song,
A miner's lullaby.
There's darkness doon the mine my darling,
Darkness, dust and damp,
But we must have oor heat, oor light,
Oor fire and our lamp.
Your daddy coories doon, my darling,
Doon in a three foot seam,
So you can coorie doon my darling,
Coorie doon and dream.
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5. |
Burghead Sands
03:09
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Come again come again you Burghead men,
Who sail with the morning tide,
Come again, come again through the wind and the rain,
To the place where you'll always bide.
And you know as you stand on the Burghead sands,
Though the years be ten times ten,
You'll aye be a slave to the ocean wave,
Til you're back on the sea once again.
When the fishing's done the harvest won,
May good your boaties guide,
To the harbour gate where the women wait,
Til you're safely by their side.
Born in the lea of the great north sea,
Where the weeping willows lap,
Marry at birth to the Murray Firth,
At the deck o' a fishing craft.
Come again come again you Burghead men,
To the brocht where you'll aye belong,
To the druid's well the clavie's smell,
The oystercatcher's song
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6. |
Bread and Fishes
03:41
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As I went a walking one morning in spring
I met with some travelers in an old country lane
One was an old man, the second a maid
The third was a young boy who smiled as he said
Chorus
With the wind in the willows and the birds in the sky
There's a bright sun to warm us wherever we lie
We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine
To share on our journey with all of mankind
I sat down beside them the flowers all around
We ate on a mantel spread out on the ground
They told me of peoples and prophets and kings
And all of the one God who knows everything
Sadly I left them in an old country lane
I knew that I never would see them again
one was an old man the second a maid
the third was a young boy who smiled as he said
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7. |
Same Old Questions
02:38
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Who threw the stone that broke the glass
That splintered and cut my feet?
Who sent it swirling through the air?
Who broke the peace and brought back despair?
We're always asking the same old questions.
Who threw the stone that broke the glass,
When my children lay fast asleep?
Who, with just one flick of the wrist,
Have stolen their dreams when nightmares persist?
We're always asking the same old questions.
Who threw the stone that broke the glass,
Of my window to a world outside?
Who wants the barricades and bricks?
Who calls the shots and who turns the tricks?
We're always asking the same old questions.
Who threw the stone that broke the glass,
That sheltered us from the cold?
Who failed to see their mirrored face?
And who have lost both mercy and grace?
We're always asking the same old questions.
Now, who might drop that stone to find
Their open hand reaching for mine?
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Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the flowers gone?
Young girls picked them everyone
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone.
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers everyone.
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards everyone.
Where have all the graveyards gone?
Gone to flowers, everyone.
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9. |
Jamie Raeburn
04:40
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Oh, my name is Jamie Raeburn, frae Glasgow toon I came,
My place and habitation I noo maun leave wi' shame.
Frae my place and habitation, I noo maun gang awa',
Far frae the bonnie hills and dales of Caledonia.
It was early in the morning, just by the break of day,
We were wakened by the turnkey who unto us did say:
Arise you heartless convicts, arise you ane and a',
This is the day you are to stray frae Caledonia.
We all arose, put on our clothes, our hearts were full of grief,
Our friends who stood around the coach could grant us no relief.
Our parents, wives and sweethearts, their hearts were broke in twa,
To see us leave the hills and dales of Caledonia.
Farewell my aged mother, I'm vexed for what I've done,
I hope none will cast up to you the race that I have run.
I hope you'll be provided for when I am far awa',
Far frae the bonnie hills and dales of Caledonia.
Farewell, my honest faither, you are the best of men,
And likewise to my own sweetheart, it's Catherine is her name.
Nae mair we'll walk by Clyde's clear stream or by the Broomielaw,
For I maun leave the hills and dales of Caledonia.
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10. |
Wade In the Water
03:36
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See the girl with her blue jeans rolled up
Stepping into the ocean for the first time in her life,
Was it as blue as you had dreamed it would be?
In a land full of fences can you ever be free?
Chorus:
Wade in the water,
Wade in the water children,
Wade in the water,
God's gonna trouble the water.
See the guards as you cross the line,
A border that has split your land in sorrow and in blood,
Pretending to protect they segregate and divide,
But today on this beach you're swimming side by side.
See the sun setting on the west,
The mermaids call and Cinderella leaves the ball,
Was there ever a trip to the seaside
So bravely delivered in as shameful a time?
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My young love said to me,
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind.
And she stepped away from me
And this she did say:
It will not be long, Love,
'Til our wedding day.
She stepped away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there.
Then she made her way homeward,
With one star awake,
As the swan in the evening
Moved over the lake.
Last night she came to me,
My true love came in.
So softly she came
That her feet made no din.
And she laid her hand on me,
And this she did say:
It will not be long, love,
'Til our wedding day.
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12. |
Up the Noran Water
02:43
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Up the Noran Water
Doon by Inglismaddy,
Annie's got a bairnie
That hasna got a daddy.
Some think it's Tammas's
Some think it's Chay's;
Naebody expectit it,
Wi Annie's quiet ways.
Up the Noran Water
The bonnie little mannie
Is dandied close and cuddled in
Wi Inglismaddy's Annie.
Wha the bairnie's faither is
The lassie never says;
Some think it's Tammas's,
And ithers think it's Chay's.
Up the Noran Water
The country folk are kind:
And wha the bairnie's faither is
They dinna muckle mind.
But oh! the bairn at Annie's breist,
The love in Annie's ee
Wad mak me wish wi aa ma heart
That the lucky lad wis me!
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13. |
River of Time
04:52
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Pale grows the face,
Where sorrow prints it paw,
Great was the courage,
When you closed your eyes and saw.
Now your river of time run into the sea,
your river of time run to the sea.
True was your song,
On a distant shoreline gleams,
Like a young boy chasing,
A rainbow the colour of dreams.
Silent falls the rain,
On a summer's field in early June,
But the sun is seeking diamonds in the dew.
Empty lies the hall,
Where your voice rang bright and warm,
Echoing like a bell,
When the singing dreams have gone.
Large grows the moon,
O'er cobbled streets when lights are low,
Caught on your poet's hook,
You reeled it in then let it go.
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14. |
Only Remembered
03:32
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Fading away like the stars in the morning,
Losing their light in the glorious sun.
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done.
Only remembered, only remembered,
Only remembered for what we have done.
Thus would we pass from this earth and its toiling,
Only remembered for what we have done.
Only the truth that in life we have spoken,
Only the seed that in life we have sown.
These shall pass onwards when we are forgotten,
Only remembered for what we have done.
Who’ll sing the anthem and who’ll tell the story?
Will the line hold, will it scatter and run?
Shall we at last be united in glory?
Only remembered for what we have done.
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15. |
Lullaby
02:44
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Sleep my children,
Long the night,
When the dawn breaks,
I'll be at your side.
Cold the evening,
Dew falls fast,
Close the window,
Moonlight shadows cast.
Watch the dark sky,
Like an ocean wide,
Wonder if the starfish,
Sees a brother on the sky.
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The Quiggs Scotland, UK
The Quiggs are a Scottish/Danish folk duo consisting of the married couple Stephen and Pernille Quigg. Their preferred style of folk music keeps the accompaniment simple allowing the song to take centre stage. The duo has recorded 3 albums together and tour regular in the UK and Europe. ... more
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