+ Introduction
by Rory

+ The Ship
I awoke in the dusts of an autumn morning
Faces oil-lit and kneeling round the family chairs
I never knew that a heart could take such filling
Spaces everywhere

[And the ship's come round
And she's waiting at the harbour
Be prepared to get on board
Be prepared
I never knew that the light of ages
Breaks the way before us
Sail away, sail away]

All the front doors opened and the men came walking
Suits and shoes, heads of silver and grey
It's one short road from a darkened cradle
To the endless light of day

She walked like a bride down the aisle of her childhood
The shops, the schoolyard, the church on the hill
Where she trembled on the day she was touched and broken
Marie was born again

[Refrain]

All ears to the trawler-band in the evenings
Forty crans and the spirits run wild
The storms, the drownings, the tables, the drinking
The sea had claimed their lives

There's peat smoke rising from the village chimneys
You take your chances with the red haired girl
All the boats take their rest in the heart of the harbour
That night in a changing world

[Refrain]

+ Canada
A prairie and a wind
Canada on the wire
I'm trading all my fears
And all my desires

I watch your sun go down
A burning amber road
Following the ghosts
Wherever they go

'S chan fhaic mi cladach geal
No achadh cruithneachd 'fàs
Gun sealladh mòr de chradh
'S dealbh de bhàs

A window on the stars
The journey of the few
Watching it all survive
It's all I can do

traduction

And I cannot see a white shore
Or a field of wheat growing
Without the vision of suffering
And the picture of death

+ Oran Ailean (Alan's Song) / Leaving Strathconon
Teine oidhche geamhradh
'Nar sheasamh air an lar
Sheinn sinn oran Ailein
Seist is rann
'S an treana ruith cho taibhseil
Mar cuimhne tron ghleann
'S iomadh loit nach tig slan

traduction

By the fire of a winter's night
Standing around the floor
We sang Alan's song
Verse and chorus
And the train ran so ghostly
Like a memory, through the glen
There are many wounds that do not heal

(Leaving Strathconon)
We're the emigrant ones, not the last in the line
You're your father's son, and I am mine
And all of our northwords turn distant and small
In the end they mean nothing, no, nothing at all

Right here's the river's source, and it flows out to the world
And the heart of Caledonia is drowning in its flood
Was there hunger in our striving, did the light shine in our dark
Was everything we ever needed always right here from the start

[Please believe me
Something in me died
Leaving Strathconon
And your mountains behind]

We stood on a hundred gangways, that's the way it's always been
I walked out beyond Calvary with all my kith and kin
In the war of the worlds we conquer and roam
Lie the wounds that stay bleeding and raw in the soul

[Refrain]

After the raging flame, the embers burn slow
We're leaving, leaving, leaving, till there's nowhere left to go
The seas, the slums, the battlefields, the shipyards, the tides
The straths, the glens, the drove roads, all the prairies and the mines

It's a still, autumn morning, and it covers Loch Meig
And all the trees across the valley in a blaze of dying green
I've seen too many tail-lights, didn't need to say goodbye
We're just souls across a shrinking world in a distant starlit night

[Refrain]

Please believe me
Something in me died
Leaving Strathconon
And your father's home behind

+ Feasgar An Là
Instrumental

+ Running to the Light
Running round the sacred mountain
The rushing stream
Feel the power
In everything
By the water, where the air is clear
Surrender everything

Old hearts grow younger again
They promise bring
The greenest plants are tender
They're full of sap in spring
Empty the places of the mind
Running to the light

Those who stride too far too soon
Will not hold pace
Only the calm
Will win the race
Through the forest, the sea of mountain pine
Surrender everything

Only those who
Greatness see in little things
Worthy are the simple
They're happy in their ways
Self will wither out of sight
Running to the light

Arise soul
Soar above the singing river
Go lying down
Into the ground
Quickened by the stream
When all is said and done
The race moves on

+ The Old Boys
The old boys are leaving
Leaving one by one
Where young birds go flying
Spread your wings and run
But over the fields by the drystone walls
An eagle will come no more

Welcome were the headlands
St Valery behind
No medals worth wasting
On memories of sand
But sweet is the breeze over Raasay
The morning awaits you there

What kind of heroes
Here for us now
Where leaders, stone preachers
Minnows on flow
But low hang the lights over viewfield
And this night will day see no more

The old boys are leaving
Leaving one by one
Where young birds go flying
Spread your wings and run
But over the fields by the drystone walls
An eagle will come no more

+ April Come She Will
April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May she will stay
Resting in my arms again

June she'll change her tune
In restless dream she'll prowl the night
July she will fly
And give no warning of her flight

August die she must
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
September I remember
A love once new has now grown old

+ (An) Toll Dubh (The Dungeon)
Taobh cuil an dorais cha bhi grian
Suidh aig bord
Cha bhi biadh is cha bhi fion
Taobh cuil an dorais cha bhi grian
Cha bhi biadh is cha bhi fion

Thainig e a sasainn ann
Thainig e
Le eachaibh luath is iuchair throm
Thainig e a sasainn ann
Le eachaibh luath is iuchair throm

Air lar 'san toll dhubh cha bhi grian
Cha bhi gealach
's dubh an oidhche chaidleas sinn
Air lar 'san toll dhubh cha bhi grian
's dubh an oidhche chaidleas sinn

Le eiginn ar n-eirigh as ar suain
Le eiginn ar n-eirigh as ar suain
An gaidheal 's a leabaidh
An gaidheal na shuain
Le eiginn ar n-eiridh as ar suain

traduction

On the other side of the door
There will be no sunlight
Sitting at the table
There will be no food and no wine
On the other side of the door
There will be no sunlight
There will be no food and no wine

He came from the south
He came
On a fast horse with a weighty key
He came from the south
On a fast horse with a weighty key

On the dungeon floor
There will be no sunlight
There will be no moon
Dark will be the night of our sleeping
On the dungeon floor
There will be no sunlight
Dark will be the night of our sleeping

It is with difficulty that we will rise from our slumber
It is with difficulty that we will rise from our slumber
The Gael has gone to bed, the Gael is asleep
And it is with difficulty that we will rise from our slumber

+ Cnoc Na Feille (The Hill at the Market Stance)
Gun dragh gun d' chuir e an t-eagal oirnn
Solus Cnoc na Feille
(Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile)

Bha feadhainn ann a chunnaic e
'S cach ag inns' nam breugan
(Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile)

Ach muinntir an dà shealladh
Chitheadh iadsan co-dhiubh e
(Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile)

Hoginn o, hoginn o, horo horo illean
Hoginn o, horo illean, hoginn o horinn o

Tha lach is geadh is curracag
'Nan caraidean air a' mhachaire
(Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile)

Tha feannag air a crochadh suas
Ceangailt le ròpa
(Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile)

Tha coineanach 'sa ghainmheach
Na sheasamh, abair urchaire
(Hoginn oro horo illean horo eile)

Hoginn o, hoginn o, horo horo illean
Hoginn o, horo illean, hoginn o horinn o

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It is without doubt that it frightened us
The light at the market stance
(Hoginn oro horo boys horo eile)

There were those that could see it
Others liked to believe they could

Those with the second sight
They had no difficulty

The duck, the greylag and the lapwing
Together sharing the machairlands

A dead crow hangs on the fence
Tied with a length of rope

A rabbit is sitting on the sand dunes
Presenting himself a perfect target

Hoggin o, hoggin o, horo horo boys
Hoggin o, horo boys, hoginn o horinn o

+ The Janice Long Radio 2 Interview/ Live Acoustic Session Introduction

+ Book of Golden Stories/Including Chat
Book of golden stories
Days of olden notes
Now the autumn leaves are falling
We'll meet on the edges
Memories, no regrets
Now the minstrel boy is calling

[But as long as I can see the morning
In miracles, much more than I can say
It's enough to keep me still believing
In drifting hearts so far away.]

You took me through the pages
Good happiness is shared
Lost in the web of changes
This could be the last dance
Waltzing in the rain
'Till the minstrel comes to save us.

[Refrain]

Yes, as long as I can see the morning
And blossom comes to bud again in spring
It's enough to keep me still believing
Your memory is everything

Book of golden stories
Days of olden notes
Now the autumn leaves are falling
Book of golden stories
Falling falling falling
Book of golden stories

+ One Thing/Including Chat
Walk out the door, your eyes filled with tears
Or stay and confront me and face all your fears
Linger in silence neither distant or near
It's not going to change a thing

Lay down beside me and question my faith
Or hold me with all the love we have made
Share all your secrets or hide them away
It's not going to change a thing

The picture is painted, the colours are bold
One for each season of life I suppose
It no longer matters, the story is told
It's not going to change a thing

Lie here and talk of whatever you want
Or dare to compare all the things we've done wrong
What care the world when we're all dead and gone
It's not going to change a thing

The picture is painted, the colours are bold
One for each season of life I suppose
It no longer matters, the story is told
It's not going to change a thing
It's not going to change one thing

+ The Stamping Ground/Including Chat
April comes to the new grass on the hills of gold
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

Where winter falls in the long cold north
Black waters wait in the ice and snow
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

Black waters wait in the ice and sun
Through the glens where your great rivers run

[Back on the stamping ground
To where it all began
Back on the stamping ground
We come again]

So we tend and we nurtur all the seeds we've sown
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

Through all the frosts and rains the west winds blow
Till the fields turn ripe and a harvest stored
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

Through all the frosts and rains the west winds blow
We will wait here till the winter's end

[Refrain]

So it's blood on blood, our bond, our word
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

For the strength and weakness of our days
Is to take you there on a journey shared
Tha feur ur air bar an tallamh, bar an tallamh, horribh o

So take this thing, make it sparkle and glow
It's much greater than we may ever know

[Refrain]

(Traduction: There's a new grass growing on the top of the soil)