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Început de Abbie M., Mar 2 mar 2010 · 126 răspunsuri · 18.142 vizualizări

Abbie M.9.599 mesaje#96

The McCalmans - o armonie a vocilor cum rar se mai intalneste in muzica trista si ieftina de astazi.

Twas in the merry month of May, when balmy winds first blow.

I met my love in Arisaig where rhododendrons grow.

I met my love in Arisaig in the shadow of Craig Mor,

The sun shone on the Isle of Eigg, Far from the silver shore.

The sun shone on the Isle of Eigg, far from the silver shore.

And in the months that followed our love and friendship grew,

Warmed by the summer sun and a love that was so new.

We walked among the hills and heard the crashing ocean roar.

The sun shone on the Isle of Eigg, far from the silver shore.

The sun shone on the Isle of Eigg, far from the silver shore.

Autumn came to Arisaig with colours fair to view.

Birds were flying South again, soon we'd leave there too.

A sad song echoed in the hills: Lochaber no more.

The sun shone on the Isle of Eigg, far from the silver shore.

The sun shone on the Isle of Eigg, far from the silver shore.

Editat Mie 27 iul 2011 05:27

Abbie M.9.599 mesaje#98

Nick Keir (McCalmans)

Corryvreckan Calling

Alone on the deck in the morning light

She looks out west to where the islands lie

As the ferry boat pulls away

Down in the bar where the old men smoke

Tell their tales and share their old men's jokes

Sunlight shining through the grey

She lifts her hands as if to shade her eyes

And in the morning light she scan horizons

She had a dream of an island home, a soft wind blowing and Corryvreckan calling,

calling, far out at sea

Down in the fields where the children play, they come home just as the

light is falling, falling

The children come home at close of day

Born in the streets on the town's dark side, she learnt to run, learned to run and hide

Run anywhere but here

Other girls dreamt of being TV stars or making a break in some fast, shiny car

Far Far away

The old folk told her tales of peat smoke fire nights

And in her dreams she sees the glistening starlight

She got a job in a hotel bar

A room of her own…a window to the stars

Under Hebridean Skies

She walks on the beach in the morning rain, and smiles and thinks of just

how far she's come

Sunlight dazzling her eyes

And if the chance it comes I think she'll take it

And after all you know I think she'll make it

The Corries

Editat Joi 18 aug 2011 20:47

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