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Heroes |
| All Quiet On The NewtonFront My names MacLeod, an honest man from Lewis Live my life as best as I might try Weave my tweeds and fish the bay in the town of Stornoway and watch as gods of war go marching by Call up papers took me from my loom shed Made it through the haze and smoke of battle |
| Waiting For The Boats On New Years Eve 1919, the Admiralty Yacht lolaire hit the rocks at the entrance to Stornoway Harbour as it was returning hundreds of Lewismen home from the war. Over 200 men who had survived years of hell drowned in sight of their own homes. Kyle is a cold place at this time of year I board the Sheila and meet with old friends Crossing the Minch on a clear starry night Ahead a flare rises in desperate plea Dawn brings the light and the broken debris |
| Dead Sheep Upstream Sun is riding high In a clear blue sky Splendid weather, sor a walk in the heather Put my new boots on, rtepping out in the sun I see a cool river running free, thats where I want to be As I bend to take a drink Dead Sheep Upstream, |
| Voyage Of The
Dawn Squad Licks his lips crosses the street kicking dog ends with his feet Early morning Dawn Squad man Looking for another can Saving pennies to buy some beer Lend me a fiver See them standing by the lodge looking for police to dodge |
| All Alone In
The Darkness White beacon on the edge of the world Above the cliffs like a flag unfurled Sends its message with it's flashing light A silent sentry All alone in the night A darker past when the light didn't burn An empty tower and upturned chair |
| Beyond.
The Clisham A view from the border between Lewis and Harris Someone watching a border crossing Beyond the Clisharn Guards in the watch-tower |
| Sulas Sgeir Ten men Set sail for the killing fields High on a rock Above Atlantic swell Ten men A mercenary mission Where holy men of old came to dwell Greenpeace |
| Fish
Boxes Raising steam as the dawn comes clean Nets are ready and the boys are keen Leave the barrels and sheds behind We're off to look for herring to find Cast our nets, drift on the tide Haul the silver over the side Fill the boxes down below Back to Stornoway we go Fish boxes overflow Full of herring, lots of dough Catching herring on the Minch Haul them in as we turn the winch Boxes landing on the pier Drifters cranes are swinging clear Girls are gutting, barrels fill. Silver scales and gapping gill Day is done the fish are landed. Time to get the nets all mended |
The Uig Draftsmen |
| Moonrise Over
The Grim Theres a full moon rising in the sky Over the Grim,Over the Grim In the silence I hear the eagle cry Over the Grim, Over the Grim Outside the slow riverflows Bringing the wild bratan home And the feeling grows As the cold wind blows Moonrise Over the Grim Moonrise over the Grim In the night the storm lantern burns Over the Grim over the Grim High above Orion slowly turns Over the Grim Over the Grim Outside the slow river flows Bringing the wild bratan home And the feeling grows As the cold wind blows Moonrise Over the Grim Moonrise Over the Grim |
| Funky Bodach He spoke to me His ancient wisdom While the hair Grew grey upon his brow The years Lay heavy on his shoulders The old times His here and now I made so bold as to enquire What became of his inner fire he looked at me With eyes like steel And then I asked him How do you feel (He said) Tha mi gu math tapaleidh I'm feeling fine But my bodies getting old Tha mi gu math tapaleidh I'm doing alright But my bodies getting old Spent all his time making history As the years went rolling by A war, a wife a family The apple of their daddies eye |
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