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Wings of Gold
03:11
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Wings of Gold (Pernille R. Quigg)
Black silhouettes sailing on stormy skies
caught twixt the darkness and light,
an emerald ocean stretches wide
a sailor who drowns just out of sight.
Wings of gold,
as the sun strikes the last match
and goes down in flames
the clear sky brings the cold.
Swift flying arrows of tempered steel
the archer he stretches his bow,
a blustery kiss from the north west wind
the songbird sleeps so too the sparrow.
The crescent moon only hangs constant
like a hook on the drapery behind,
and still it moves as it guides your path
but always in the shade of borrowed light.
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2. |
When I'm Gone
03:10
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When I’m Gone (Phil Ochs)
There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone
And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone
And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
And I won’t breathe the bracing air when I’m gone
And I can’t even worry ’bout my cares when I’m gone
Won’t be asked to do my share when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
And I won’t feel the flowing of the time when I’m gone
All the pleasures of love will not be mine when I’m gone
My pen won’t pour a lyric line when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
And I won’t be running from the rain when I’m gone
And I can’t even suffer from the pain when I’m gone
Can’t say who’s to praise and who’s to blame when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
Won’t see the golden of the sun when I’m gone
And the evenings and the mornings will be one when I’m gone
Can’t be singing louder than the guns when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
And I won’t be laughing at the lies when I’m gone
And I can’t question how or when or why when I’m gone
Can’t live proud enough to die when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
There’s no place in this world where I’ll belong when I’m gone
And I won’t know the right from the wrong when I’m gone
And you won’t find me singin’ on this song when I’m gone
So I guess I’ll have to do it, I guess I’ll have to do it
Guess I’ll have to do it while I’m here
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Carradale
04:50
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CARRADALE (ALAN REID)
I TOOK THE ROAD TO CARRADALE ONE HAZY SUMMER’S MORN
IT WAS EARLY IN JULY, THE SUN WAS IN THE SKY
I TOOK THE ROAD RELUCTANTLY A LITTLE BIT FORLORN
WITH NO ONE THERE BESIDE TO ASK ME WHY
BUT WHEN I GOT TO ARROCHAR AND CAME UPON LOCH LONG
THE ‘COBBLER’ HIGH ABOVE ME MADE ME SMILE
THE AIR WAS GROWIN’ SWEETER AND THE WATER LAY SERENE THAT SUNNY DAY THE DAY I TOOK THE ROAD TO CARRADALE
I WAS GRATEFUL BY THE TIME THE ‘REST AND THANKFUL’ HAD BEEN WON INVERARY LAY AHEAD AND I DIDN’T FEEL SO BAD
IT ALREADY SEEMED ALTHOUGH MY JOURNEY WASN’T YET HALF DONE SUCH A LONG TIME SINCE I’D RISEN FROM MY BED
THE ROAD WAS SLOW AND TWISTING AS I ROUNDED EVERY TURN
AND ANOTHER VIEW TO LOOK UPON AND TAKE MY BREATH AWAY
I KNEW THERE WAS NO NEED FOR HASTE AND SO I TOOK MY TIME UPON THAT DAY THE DAY I TOOK THE ROAD TO CARRADALE
I HEADED FOR LOCHGILPHEAD AND TURNED SOUTHWARD ONCE AGAIN MEANDERING BY CRINAN AND ARDRISHAIG ON LOCH FYNE
THEN SOMEWHERE AFTER TARBERT IN KINTYRE I SAW THE SIGN
AND I KNEW THAT I WAS NEARING CARRADALE
SOMETIMES IT SEEMS LIKE LIVING IS A TRIAL YOU MUST ENDURE
YOU DO YOUR BEST BUT STILL IT FEELS YOU’VE FAILED
BUT OTHER TIMES IT SEEMS THAT LIFE IS GOOD AND YOU ARE SURE YOU KNOW YOUR WAY LIKE THE DAY I TOOK THE ROAD FOR CARRADALE
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4. |
Tollundmanden
03:23
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Tollundmanden. (Pernille R. Quigg)
Jeg gik mig ud en morgen tidlig
hvor forårssolen strakte sine arme
og tog verden i sin favn.
Jeg følte duggen frisk imod min pande
hørte fuglesang og lyden af din stemme
der kaldte mit navn.
Sig mig ser du den evighed
der gemmer sig bag mine øjenlåg
salt var tåren der blændede mit blik
for alt det jeg aldrig sku’ nå.
Så gik vi sammen hjemad hånd i hånd
langs stier hvor vi ofte før har gået
da unge hjerter sang.
Jeg hørte barnegråd der blev til latter
siden holdt jeg et varsomt vågent øje
for natten er mørk og lang
Nu ligger jeg som sov jeg bag ved glasset
som Snehvide lå forgiftet af et æble
og drømmer i tusinde år.
For mosens gud beskytter sine ofre
min brune hud, mit hår og mine læber
men kun guder genopstår.
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What You Do With What You’ve Got. (Si Kahn)
You must know someone like him
He was tall and strong and lean
With a body like a greyhound
And a mind so sharp and keen
But his heart, just like a laurel,
Grew twisted round itself
Till almost everything he did
Caused pain to someone else
It's not just what you're born with
It's what you choose to bear
It's not how big your share is
But how much you can share
And it's not the fights you dreamed of
But those you really fought
It's not what you've been given
It's what you do with what you've got
Now what's the good of two strong legs
If you only run away?
And what use is the finest voice
If you've nothing good to say?
And what good is strength and muscle
If you only push and shove?
And what's the use of two good ears
If you can't hear those you love?
Between those who use their neighbours
And those who use a cane
Between those in constant power
And those in constant pain
Between those who run to evil
And those who cannot run
Tell me which ones are the cripples
And which ones touch the sun?
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6. |
She So Loved It All
03:54
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She so loved it all. (Pernille R. Quigg)
Two faces framed two lovers share
An intimate moment frozen in time
Her arm round his neck her breath on his cheek
Oh how images speak
And their love so shines in black and white
Through the darkest day and the brightest night
And she so loved it all
And she so loved it all
Her raven black hair cut shorter now
Clutching her coat in the doctor’s chair
Drowning deep dark eyes look out in fear
For words so hard to hear
A mother stroking her daughter’s face
Gently trying to turn back the time
To when bruises would heal and she could hinder a fall
Oh how she loved it all
At last she was home no more hospital beds
A Christmas stocking hung over her head
A star that once burned bright leaving behind
Her light continues to shine.
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7. |
The Goose and the Common
01:36
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The Goose and the Common (unknown/Pernille R. Quigg)
They hang the man and flog the woman
Who steals the goose from off the common
Yet let the greater villain loose
That steals the common from the goose
The law demands that we atone
When we take things we do not own
But leaves the lords and ladies fine
Who take things that are yours and mine
The poor and wretched don't escape
If they conspire the law to break
This must be so but they endure
Those who conspire to make the law
The law locks up the man or woman
Who steals the goose from off the common
And geese will still a common lack
Till they go and steal it back
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The Shearing's No for You. (trad.)
O the shearing's no' for you, my bonnie lassie O,
O the shearing's no' for you, my bonnie lassie O,
O the shearing's no' for you, for your back it wouldna' pu',
And your belly's roarin' full my bonnie lassie O.
Do you mind the banks o' Ayr, my bonnie laddie O,
Do you mind the banks o' Ayr, my bonnie laddie O,
Do you mind the banks o' Ayr, where my heart you did ensnare,
And you left me in despair, my bonnie laddie O?
Tak' the buckles frae your shin, my bonnie lassie O,
Tak' the buckles frae your shin, my bonnie lassie O,
Tak' the buckles frae your shin, for you married sic a yen,
And your dancing days are done, my bonnie lassie O.
Tak' the ribbons frae your hair, my bonnie lassie O,
Tak' the ribbons frae your hair, my bonnie lassie O,
Tak' the ribbons frae your hair, and let doon your ringlets fair,
For you've naught but want and care, my bonnie lassie O.
O the shearing's not for you, my bonnie lassie O,
O the shearing's not for you, my bonnie lassie O,
O the shearing's not for you, for your back it wouldna' pu',
And your belly's roarin' full my bonnie lassie O.
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Dandelion Wine
03:42
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Dandelion Wine. (unknown)
When I was very small my grandmother told me
two things in life are finer than fine
to love when you’re young and then when you’re older
to dream by the fire with dandelion wine
Dandelion wine will make you remember
the first days of spring
in the middle of December
Dandelion Wine, Dandelion Wine
The first time I kissed him I felt the earth tremble
the sky turned around and the fields were aflame
the dandelions bloomed in their millions and millions
and each golden blossom was singing his name
The summer was dry and the autumn was bitter
the year and my love both drifted away
but the magic lives on in the glass as I raise it
I offer a toast to the past and I sing
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Silver and Gold
05:31
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Silver and Gold (Bryn Phillips)
My name is John Gates and I worked down the pit
Til they closed it a few years ago
It was all that I knew, it was all I could do
I was broken apart by the blow
Most of my friends were in the same boat
When they closed that colliery down
And at fifty years old I knew I was through
There was no work for me in the town
Give me the silver and gold
Give me the silver and gold
My hands must be clean
When I'm picking the seam
Not black with the dust of the coal
give me the silver and gold
We still met at the club but it wasn't the same
The comradeship somehow had gone
I remembered the time on that cold picket line
When our union bond made us strong
And I never thought I would see grown men cry
They were hard men, proud and true
as they sipped at their beer they fought back their tears
And I shared their despairing too
All that was left for me was the thread
The thread of the silver and gold
An interest for years allayed all my fears
I gave it my whole heart and soul
When an advert for a dressmaking class caught my eye
I enrolled as the only man there
And as my skill grew, I finally knew
I had something so precious to share
I laboured for months on my girl's wedding dress
Stitching dreams through the silk with the thread
Intricate patterns of silver and gold
All thoughts of the colliery dead
And as we walked arm in arm down the aisle
She smiled as I caught her eye
that moment so rare - was too much to bear
This hard man started to cry
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11. |
Syvmilestøvler
04:25
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Syvmilestøvler (Pernille R. Quigg)
Nu er det sommer og jeg gi’r mig tid til at leve
Jeg tar uret af armen og lægger det ned
Der nederst i skuffen en belutning er truffen
Den kan tikke så tosset den vil
Den kan ikke la’ vær’ og det vil være sært
Hvis tiden den pludselig slog til
Når tiden ta’r syvmilestøvlerne på
sætter jeg mig demonstrativt ned
og går bare lidt i stå
Jeg vil sætte mig ned være tæt på jorden
Se græsset gro og nyde duften
Af den sorte muld som det pureste guld
For en regnorm der snor sig blød og kold
Og for billen som løber fornøjet i solskin
Kaster blik med sit blågrønne skjold
Jeg vil sidde og nyde at skyerne glider
Og at himlen i dag står på højkant
Mens jeg ligger på langs og følger edderkoppens gang
Mellem tårnene træer af strå
Som et medfødt talent har den spundet et spind
Mens jeg bare sad og så på
Jeg vil fæstne mit blik på en prik i det fjerne
Der flimrer mod himlen foroven
Den kommer og går som en tanke når
Sindet det føles for trangt
Men lukker jeg øjnene og lytter til verden
Høres lærken’s befriende sang.
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The Broom of the Cowdenknowes. (Trad)
Oh the broom, the bonnie bonnie broom
Broom of the Cowdenknowes
Fain would I be in my ain country
Herding my father's ewes
How blithe was I each morn to see
My lass come over the hill
She skipped the burn and ran to me
I met her with good will
She would oblige me every hour
could I but faithful be
She stole my heart could I refuse
whate'er she asked of me
Hard fate that I should banished be
Gang wearily and mourn
Because I loved the fairest lass
That ever yet was born
Fareweel, ye Cowdenknowes, Fareweel
Fareweel all pleasures there
To wander by her side again
Is all I crave or care
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13. |
Journey's End
03:03
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Journey's End (J.B.Goodenough)
The fire is out, the moon is down
The parting glass is dry and done
And I must go and leave this town
Before the rising of the sun
Long's the road and far's the mile
Before I rest my soul again
With girls that weep and girls that smile
And all the words and ways of men
For some there are, who may not bide
But wander to the journey's end
Nor take a girl to be a bride
Nor keep a man to be a friend
When I'm done with wandering
I'll sit beside the road and weep
For all the songs I did not sing
And promises I did not keep
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14. |
Lullaby/Turn Around
05:05
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Lullaby (Pernille R. Quigg)
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.
Turn Around (Malvina Reynolds)
Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two
Turn around and you're four
Turn around and you're a young man going out of my door
Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're a young man going out of my door
Where are you going, my little one, little one
Little sunsuits and petticoats, where have you gone
Turn around and you're tiny
Turn around and you're grown
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own
Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own
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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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