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Book of Golden Stories

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.

Chorus

Chorus

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


The Stamping Ground

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

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

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 ring, make it sparkle and glow
it's much greater than we may ever know

Back on the stamping ground
to where it all began
Back on the stamping ground
We come again

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


An Sabhal Aig Neill
Neil's Barn


Craicann searrach agus or
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
Se suid an sgeul na Ath-mhor
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
'S iomadh Ia. 's loniadh Ia, chaidh sinn suas ga h-iarraidh
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
Le crap spaid is puchaid iarainn

Tha na gillean ruith gun sguir
Thal! aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
Ginealachan. ginealachan. sniomh ma mo shuilean
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
Sibhse a sheas aig ceann a bhathalch
Thall aig an sablial, an sabhal aig Neill
Tha sibh air nVinntinn gach Ia

Innse sinn an sgeul dh*an chlann
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
An aite seileach bar a bheann
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
'S lomadh Ia, 's lomadh Ia. 'bhitheas e air n*intinn
Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Neill
An sgeul a rnhaireas ri gu sioraidli

Horo eiribli o
Horo ro bho. ro ho-ro

--oOo--

The skin of a foal, and gold
Over by the barn. Neil's barn
That is the Ahmore story
Over by the barn. Neil's barn
Many's a day we went up to search for it
Over by the barn. Neil's barn
With a broken spade and an iron bucket

The boys are running without stopping
Over by the barn. Neil's barn
The generations weaving away in front of my eyes
Over by the barn, Neil's barn
But those that used to stand at the corner of the byre
Over by the barn, Neil's barn
They are on my mind each day

We will tell the story to the children
Over by the barn, Neil's barn
The place of willows on top of the hill
Over by the barn, Neil's barn
Many's a day it will be on their minds
Over by the barn, Neil's barn
The story that will go on forever

Horo boys o
Horo ro bho, ro ho-ro


Wall of China

They say the wall of China's seen from the moon
They keep building empires to mortal fools
But where the world goes small you stood alone
To face Goliath and the might of Rome

Where the rock sets hard your arms hit strong
Digging out your road ten thousand paces long
Fragments of survival in the driving rain
With the blood and tears that bear your name

On and on the meek the strong
On and on the meek the strong

They built the wall of China with a million men
Thought that broken promises would wear you thin
But they didn't count on things they couldn't see
One island man with heart of steel

On and on the meek the strong
On and on the meek the strong
On and on the meek the strong
On and on the meek the strong


One Man

One man to change the world
one word to bring it down
one stand to right a wrong
only the meek can break the strong
only the meek can break the strong


One Thing

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 face
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

Lie here and talk of whatever you want
or dare to compare all the things we've made 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


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

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

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

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 Lis
Sail away. sail away

The Summer Walkers

Sometimes when you journey
Through the pages of a book
You’re taken places beyond words
You let them speak the truth
Today I’ve opened treasures
That my eyes could scarce believe
They’re the words of confirmation
Everything that makes me sing

Summer comes to Sutherland
And you bend the hazel bow
You harness up the ponies
And you head out on the road
By Kilbreck and Altnaharra
You journey to your rest
With the guiding might of Suliven
For the campsites of the West

And it's up by the Shin
And up by the 'Naver
And the long winding shores
Of Loch Maree
By Ben Hope and Ben Loyal
By Stack and by Arkle
The road reaches far
Now the summer is here

Now your words are not of sentiment
Shallow or untrue
But wells of living water
And from their clear deep sides we drew
The songs, the tin, the horses
This country’s great and ancient wilds
Your faith in God and man and nature
And the keenness of your guile

(Chorus)

So have you stood out on Coldbackie
At the time the sun goes down
Or up on the king of campsites
In the hills about Brae Tongue
That's when music filled your evenings
It's all so different now, this world
For you were the summer walkers
And the fishers of the pearl.

(Chorus)

So as we close another chapter
That we label Archive Gold
Still the Conon flows each morning
And the dew falls from the sloe
But today you took me walking
Through a land that we have lost
While our children sit at websites
With no access to the cost

(Chorus)

(Repeat)


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
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
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

Running, running


Oran Ailein
Alan's Song


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

--oOo--

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. arid 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

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

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

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


Big Songs Of Hope And Cheer

The satellites are raining down
On the international room
There's nothing secret, nothing sacred anymore
All the soldiers of the world are turning history around
They're with me now, they're breaking down the door

One mother's daughter has seen her brothers
Taken to the shadowlands
Now she's waiting for six soldiers to return
And another mother's daughter 's down on channel 21
Where she's opened up her life to let it burn

And the company say. give us more of these
Big songs of hope and cheer
Hits and hooks and riffs that shine as new
As the refugees come in, live and dying, miles across the snow
And there's nothing that this stunning world can do

The satellites are raining down
On a Sunday afternoon
She's opened for the world to take it all
Where we face our sweetest demons in the hands of flesh and love
She's aching at the stations of the fall

Pictures in a room
I can't take it anymore
Have I awakened to a strange land
Pictures in a room
Somebody help me please
'Cause I can't sing the pains of hope in a torn world


Oran
Song


Anail mo bheatha,
Anail mo bhithe
Anail mo bheatha
A' gairm nam anam
'S Â togail mo chridhe
A' Â togail mo chridhe

'S mi nam sheasamh mad' choinneamh
Gun fhiamh, gun mhiann
'S mi nam sheasamh mad' choinneamh
Thig uallach na maidne
Nuair dh'eireas a 'ghrian
Nuair dh'eireas a 'ghrian

Oran, naomha, buan
Tog gu h-ard guth an t-sluaigh
Oran, tha mi reidh
Eirich, eirich, bharr an t-sleibh

Tha an salm mar lasair
A' boillsgeadh gach aite
Tha an salm mar lasair
Dh'fhosgail mo bhilean
Nuair thoisich an latha
Nuair thoisich an latha

Oran, naomha, buan
Tog gu h-ard guth an t-sluaigh
Oran, tha mi reidh
Eirich, eirich, bharr an t-sleibh

Seinn, Seinn, Seinn
Oran ur, oran an uir

Spoken Passage:


--oOo--

Breath of my life,
Breath of my existence
Breath of my life
Proclaiming in my soul,
Uplifting my heart
Uplifting my heart

I am standing before you
Without fear or desire
I am standing before you
The concerns of the morning will come
When the sun rises
When the sun rises

Song, Â sacred, Â eternal
Lift on high the voice of the people
Song, I am reconciled
Let it rise up from the moorlands

The psalm is like a flame,
Illuminating all around
The psalm is like a flame
My lips opened
When the day began
When the day began

Song, Â sacred, Â eternal
Lift on high the voice of the people
Song, I am reconciled
Let it rise up from the moorlands

Sing, Sing, Sing
A new song, a song of the dust

Spoken Passage: (unofficial translation)
Looking out the window of morning
From the evening to the door of night
I asked the question
And the answer was in the water of dawn
[of the lake?]
It was the earth