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My Rainbow Race
02:57
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My Rainbow Race. (Pete Seeger)
Chorus:
One blue sky above us
One ocean lapping all our shore
One earth so green and round
Who could ask for more
And because I love you
I'll give it one more try
To show my rainbow race
It's too soon to die.
Some folks want to be like an ostrich,
Bury their heads in the sand.
Some hope that plastic dreams
Can unclench all those greedy hands.
Some hope to take the easy way:
Poisons, bombs. They think we need 'em.
Don't you know you can't kill all the unbelievers?
There's no shortcut to freedom.
Go tell, go tell all the little children.
Tell all the mothers and fathers too.
Now's our last chance to learn to share
What's been given to me and you.
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2. |
Threads
03:07
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Threads (Pernille R. Quigg)
The needle is threaded pinned in the cloth
left for a moment just to be picked up
the cross-stitching neat, straight lines at the back
the skilled precision that my hands lack
The thread that led from you to me
the past that sets the present free
It lay in the drawer with needles and thread
alongside the memories of something you said
the rust from the needle I gently release
I unfold the cloth and smooth every crease
The thread that led from you to me
the past that sets the present free
The first stitch is slow as I try to recall
the patterns to follow though one stitch is small
when stitch upon stitch is carefully placed
like life upon life I remember your face
The thread that led from you to me
the past that sets the present free.
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3. |
Keepers
04:39
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Keepers (Nick Keir)
Chorus:
Ardnamurchan, Loch Indaal, Rattray Head The Isle of May
Not an eye to watch the sea from Eileann Glas or Copinsay
Still they guard the shore.
Fair Isle North and Skerryvore
The empty room, the untrod stairway
The only sound, the roaring sea
The tables and the chairs wait still for one last supper
As the mist closes in unseen
Proud men they were who manned the beacon,
A sense of worth was in their mind
Maybe they're on shore now, aye, but still on look-out
As the doors rattle in an unsensed wind.
And still at night, I hear the fog horn sweep across the seas,
I wonder if old lighthouse keepers hear it
And remember nights like these....
Hard lives they had, and near to danger
Long lonely months they'd have their fill
Ah but if I were some storm bound sailor,
I'd wish the keepers were watching still.
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4. |
The Fox
01:35
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The Fox. (Pernille R. Quigg)
I watch her saunter down the street
Her watchful eye light on her feet
The moon too far away to care
The lazy lamplights stand and stare
I thought your home was far from here.
And from the corner of my eye
I see the cars are flying by
A coat of fur as red as rust
Exotic as the desert dust
I thought your home was far from here.
I thought the forest was your home
The morning fields for prey you’d roam
But here you stand and catch my eye
As if to say this place was mine
And once your home was far from here.
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5. |
From Greenland
03:01
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From Greenland. (Ian McCalman)
The mist was hanging on the hill,
The sun was still deciding
The old piper called the tune
And I was on my way
I called out your name
So loud you could have heard me
And the snow goose flies in the northern sky
From Greenland
Darkness comes with winter speed
They journey far from home
Always struggling to survive
Ever more to roam
They come back to Scotland
We’re brothers you and I
And the snow goose flies in the northern sky
From Greenland
Seize the day, for life is short
Live it while you can
I’ve never seen the highland hill
I didn’t want to climb
But I will stop to watch the cloud
That flies across the moon
And the snow goose flies in the northern sky
From Greenland
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6. |
Planting Trees
04:39
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Planting Trees (Pernille R. Quigg)
They say that society grows great
when old men go planting trees
knowing they will never know their shade
for they know their day is running late
but the children of tomorrow
may find shade beneath its leaves
and that is why old men go planting trees.
She carried on her walking frame a bag of bulbs for planting
Poet’s Narcissus and Purple Queen of Night
flowers for the springtime
though every step was pained
but anything that’s done in love
is never done in vain.
And I still see the silhouette of the old man with the barrow
bringing home the fruits of his labour for us to taste
and when the words would fail you
we tried to find our laughter
and anything that’s done in love
will last forever after.
In your life you planted trees of many colours
to comfort us, to shade us, to strengthen us with roots
and as the trees grew higher
spreading dreams upon the sky
of a seed that fell from branches
and a bird that learned to fly.
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7. |
Steal Away
04:05
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Steal Away. (Phil Coulter)
Chorus:
Steal away, let's steal away
No reason left to stay
For me and you, let's start anew
And darlin' steal away
Let's steal away and chase our dreams
And hope they'll never find us
The weary days, the empty nights
We'll leave them all behind us
We'll leave behind the city streets
The gloom and desolation
The rain, the cold, just growing old
God knows it's a hard out station
We'll leave with just our memories
And we'll make a new beginning
For we have to choose, to win or loose
And it's time we started winning
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8. |
The Two Sisters
04:15
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The Two Sisters (Pernille R. Quigg)
There were two sisters walking
in the green light of spring in Beechwood
they came upon a clearing
as the sun it was appearing
watching there the first leaves unfold
and the tree was a hundred years old.
For many years those sisters walked
to the spot that they claimed as their own
where they shared their joys and woes
in the green and leafy grove
watching there the first leaves unfold
and the tree was a hundred years old.
But seasons turned as seasons must
and the frost held its grip on Beechwood
the younger sister felt its hand
on her bones and could no longer stand
so she lay in her bed and so wished to be
under a beechwood tree.
The older sister broke her heart
as the thorns grew high round the deathbed
when she came upon a way to ease
the pain and for loneliness to cease
she said we’ll meet each night at nine
in the place that was yours and mine.
There were two sisters walking
in the green light of spring in Beechwood
they felt the warm breeze blowing
and the sun on their cheeks a-glowing
watching there the first leaves unfold
and the tree was a hundred years old.
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9. |
Oor Ain Fireside
02:40
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Isle of Hope, Isle of Tears (Brendan Graham)
On the first day of January 1892
They opened Ellis Island and they let the people through
And the first to cross the threshold
Of that isle of hope and tears
Was Annie Moore from Ireland
Who was all of 15 years.
Isle of hope, Isle of tears
Isle of freedom, isle of fears
But it's not the isle you left behind
That isle of hunger, isle of pain
Isle you'll never see again
But the isle of home is always on your mind.
In a little bag, she carried all her past and history
And her dreams for the future in the land of liberty
And courage is the passport
When your old world disappears
But there's no future in the past
When you're 15 years.
When they closed down Ellis Island In 1943
17 million people had come there for sanctuary
And in springtime when I came here
And I stepped onto its piers
I thought of how it must have been
When you're 15 years.
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11. |
My Johnny is a Shoemaker
01:49
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My Johnny is a Shoemaker (Trad)
My Johnny is a shoemaker and he has gone to sea
my Johnny is a shoemaker and he has gone to sea
to reive the topsails he has gone far across the raging sea
His jacket was a deep sea blue and golden was his hair
his jacket was a deep sea blue and golden was his hair
that I know and I do declare my Johnny is a shoemaker
Our captain will be by and by with a brave and a gallant crew
our captain will be by and by with a sword and a musket too
that I know and I do declare my Johnny is a shoemaker
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12. |
The Missing Piece
04:27
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The Missing Piece. (Pernille R. Quigg)
She’s always watching for the other girls
as they play the games that she would like to play
but there’s never any knowing if she stays or goes
she’s a butterfly and she might fly away
Chorus:
And the gulls are wheeling white
on a heavy granite sky
she sees them from the window
wants to feel the wind blow
gets up and runs outside
Oh, child you’re a wonder and a worry
iridescent as you’re dancing on the wind
like the bubbles I am blowing for your pleasure
won’t you open up the door and let me in
She’s a lioness in pigtails as she thunders forth
when the frustration hangs to heavy on her heart
but let the music play and the sweetest voice
carries the sun that makes the shadows fall apart
There’s the brown-eyed boy he’s speaking only with his hands
sometimes he’ll come and take you by the hand
he’s the master of puzzles and the missing piece
is in our inability to understand
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The Earl of March's Daughter (Lionel McClelland)
Young Toshy Law's a huntin gane
And gallant is his steed
For he's taen the heart of Lady March
The fairest maid in Tweed
But the faither he has banished him
For he's below her station
And Toshy Law has fled to France
To fight for king and nation
Chorus
She's the Earl of March's daughter
And the fairest of them aw
But the humble squire o Toshy Law
Has taen her hert awa
Now the lady she has heard the news
That Toshy Law has fled
And the lady's looking pale and drawn
She's taen unto her bed
A physician's came to Neidpath
Four seasons she's been lying
I fear she has a broken heart
I fear my lady's dying
Now her faither he's conceded
And he's won to take the blame
And a messenger's been sent to France
To fetch her lover hame
And the lady's feeling better
She's risen to her feet
And she's taen a hoose in Peebles toun
Her true love there to meet
But she's looking tired and pallid
Her cheeks have lost their glow
She's no the handsome beauty
That she was a year ago
And when Toshy Law to Peebles came
His horse he didn't tether
He swiftly passed the lady by
And taen her for another
He's galloped on for Neidpath
To see his love again
He spurs his horse in anguish
But he spurs his horse in vain
For the lady lies in Peebles toun
It's there she's passed awa
Her wounded heart no longer beats
For handsome Toshy Law
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14. |
Scotland will Rise
02:52
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Scotland Will Rise (Robin Watson/Wilma Duncan)
The sun is now setting over the hill
The river runs blood in the glen
Cold are the clansmen, never to see
Scotland will rise again
Chorus:
Rise again rise again
Rise with the sun
Scotland will rise again
Voices are silent that once cried for war
The brave ones who battled are gone
The Pibroch is sounding
But they don't hear
Scotland will rise again
Pride in our blood still answers the call
To honour the dreams of our men
Their spirit unbroken still marches on
Scotland will rise again.
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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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