3.22. 30 Year Journey - The Best (2005 Sony Music) 3.22.1. Wall Of China 3.22.2. Empty Glens 3.22.3. The Greatest Flame 3.22.4. Book Of Golden Stories 3.22.5. Big Sky 3.22.6. Abhainn An T'Sluaigh – The Crowded River 3.22.7. Maymorning 3.22.8. Alba - Scotland 3.22.9. Canada 3.22.10. An Ubhal As Aired – The Highest Apple 3.22.11. Proterra 3.22.12. Running To The Light 3.22.13. Recovery 3.22.14. Loch Lomond 3.22.15. The Numbers Game 3.22.16. The Old Boys

3.22.1. 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
3.22.2. Empty Glens
Looking out on all that's been
On all that is and all that's beyond time
I close my eyes in isolation
Here's where the word was sown
All that's grown and all that's passed like ghosts
Through the child to highland generations
Science breaking down the door
And all the hoardes go rushing through for more
All the thrills of the world, and all her idols
Here the water washed us clean
A deeper peace for all our keenest sins
Washed in these clear, clear crystal fountains
Now we walk in empty glens
Rushes blowing in the wind
A voice that's calling you again
To come back home
Where have they gone, where have they gone
Gone to illusion everyone
In the darkest heart, the pride of man
Will walk alone
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3.22.3. The Greatest Flame
Like shadows on the wall
You come and you go
Through the streets
And the rain that falls down
On our sin
No more good-byes
Forever this way
Whenever the greatest flame in the world
Starts burning
This is our life, and our time
And nothing, is ever going to break us
Now we're on our own
Always in your eyes
A waking of souls
We gaze out on the road
That brought us up
To this place
The signposts never change
We'll go where they lead
Whenever the day to break us comes
We'll not give in
This is our life, and our time
And nothing, is ever going to break us
Now we're on our own
This is our place, in our lives
And no one can ever change this moment
Or pull this mountain to the ground
Live the day when the flame is strong
Live the day when the flame is strong
Come the day when love is gone
Take it over, Take it over
Live the day when the flame is strong
Live the day when the flame is strong
Come the day when love is gone
Take it over
This is our life, and our time
And nothing, is ever going to break us
Now we're on our own
This is our place, in our lives
And no one can ever change this moment
Or pull this mountain to the ground
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3.22.4. 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
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3.22.5. Big Sky
The light is on me
All time is here
I'm going down to Clachan
To stem the rush of years
Big sky above me
Powerlines overhead
I get lifted up enraptured
I keep falling at your feet
I'm looking over colourfields
Past the white sands
And our human years
And it's all waiting here
Breaking the seed
It's coming again
Gathering the wind
Returning to claim a harvest
I'm lifted where I stand
On the never-ending land
I'm coming to a sense of home
Wind through the barley
Your early dream
A rising choir of birdsong
Your fields of summer green
It's all passing over
I've no complaints
We're just a row of unlit candles
Waiting at the gate of saints
I'm living on the borderline
Between the moment
And the shining miles
The far stretching stones
All the lines of the sown
It's coming again
Gathering the wind
Returning to claim a harvest
I'm lifted where I stand
On the never-ending land
I'm coming to a sense of home
The light of ancient shine
On your ordinary lives
We joyed went to the fires of harvest
So open up the land
Open up the sand
Returning again in Clachan
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3.22.6. Abhainn An T'Sluaigh – The Crowded River
Chan eil an t-adhar os cionn Lunnainn
A-nochd soileir no dorch
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Gun sgial air coinneal mor latha
No reultan na h-oidhche
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
An sea s'am baile gun chadal
Gun fhois is gun saorsa
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Casan a' gluasad
An abhainn an tuil
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Na cuibhlichean, 's cabhaig
A’ tionndaidh gun sgur
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Cus ag adhradh beairtas
Air altair an tshaoghail
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Cach gun dochas gun dachaidh
Air sraidean gun ghaol
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Leis gach dath s'gach creideamh
Gach cainnt as gach cearn
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh
Gach ceist is gach freagairt
sios an abhainn gu cuan
Fada bho abhainn an t-sluaigh ( x6 )
The skies above London
Are neither clear nor dark
The need to be far from the crowded river
Neither the great candle of daylight
Nor the stars of the night can be seen
The need to be far from the crowded river
In this city that never sleeps
there is stillness, no quiet
The need to be far from the crowded river
Footsteps keep moving
The river in full flood
The need to be far from the crowded river
The relentless wheels
Keep turning without pause
The need to be far from the crowded river
Many worshipping wealth
At the world's altar
The need to be far from the crowded river
Others without hope or home
On streets that hold no love
The need to be far from the crowded river
Races creeds and tongues
From all corners of the globe
The need to be far from the crowded river
All questions and answer
Rushing down the river to the ocean
The need to be far from the crowded river ( x6)
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3.22.7. Maymorning
I'm alive again on a Maymorning
Going to wipe the slate clean
Follow my dreams
All the yearning buds are here again
With the the promise of a new life to come
Spring is here again
The sun is melting over the hills
All our roads are waiting
To be revealed
For this in history has brought us to here
Now it's all there for the taking
The day is what you see
The light's returning, the work is in hand
All the cynics have vanished
From where we stand
All the chances wasted are drawing me near
And all around there's new life rising
From the winter fields
I'm alive again
I'm alive again
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3.22.8. Alba - Scotland
Air sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil
'S an domhain liath
Mar dhealbh a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan
'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir
Alba nam beanntan ard
Nan acraichean lom
Thairis air na lochan mointich
Nan coilltean 's nan glean
Alba
Alba
Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann
Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
Talamh alainn nan daoine
Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis
Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
Na fasaichean a tuath
An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
Gun chumhachd gun ghuth
Alba
Alba
Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
Taigh ri taigh
Gus nach bi ait anns an tir
An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth
Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
A cur failt air a' bhlas
'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd
Alba
Alba
This flight is sailing through the clouds
And the blue heavens
The homeland appears like a developing
photograph
Through the mists as I return to land
I see Scotland of the high mountains
And the empty acres
Flying low across the moorland lochs
The forests and the glens
Scotland
Scotland
But it's a wounding and a hollow sight
Here as we reach the end of the century
The beautiful soil of the people
Still in the hands of the few
I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
And the northern lands wasted
And the empty house in Edinburgh
Without authority or voice
Scotland
Scotland
You that have laid field upon field
House upon house
Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
In the midst of all the earth
But it is good for me to be here now
As I welcome the warmth
In this land that's as exciting for me today
As it was the day I was born
Scotland
Scotland
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3.22.9. 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 'fas
Gun sealladh mor de chradh
'S dealbh de bhas
A window on the stars
the journey of the few
Watching it all survive
It's all I can do
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3.22.10. An Ubhal As Aired – The Highest Apple
Comhla rium
A tha thu an drasd
Mo shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne dan
Nam sheasamh a' coimhead
Gach cnoc is gach traigh
Is an siol a dh'fhag thu ann a 'fas
Tha an garradh lan
Le craobhan treun
Le meas a' fas dhuinn ann ri bhuain
Ubhlan abaich
Milis geur
Ach tha aon ubhal nach ruig sinn idir air
Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian
Tro mheas nan craobhan lin gu lin
Ach thig an la is thig an t-am
Airson an ubhal as airde
Air a' chraobh a bhuain
Is co 'nar measg
A mhaireas la
Seachad air am is air oidhche fhein
A liuthad uair
A shreap mi suas
Airson an ubhal as airde chur gu beul
Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian
Tro mheas nan craobhan lin gu lin
Ach thig an la is thig an t-am
Airson an ubhal as airde
Air a' chraobh a bhuain
At present
All you were is with me
My eyes closed, my memory confident
Standing here watching
Each hill and shoreline
With the seed you left
Still growing
The garden is well stocked
With mighty trees
With fruit growing for the whole world
Ripe, sweet
And bitter apples
And the one apple
That is beyond reach
The winds will blow
And the sun will shine
From generation to generation
Through the trees of the garden
But the day and the hour
Will surely come
To take the highest apple
From the knowledge tree
Who amongst us
Can exist a single day
Beyond our own time and our own limits
Countless and futile
Are times I've climbed
To reach and taste
The forbidden fruit
The winds will blow
And the sun will shine
From generation to generation
Through the trees of the garden
But the day and the hour
Will surely come
To take the highest apple
From the knowledge tree
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3.22.11. Proterra
Proterra
As I walk along these shores
I am the history within
As I climb the mountainside
Breaking Eden again
Dark the day, dark the night
The warring dust, the morning tribe
Crushed by a million suns
Here the heart of you lies
Over land and sea
I'll come fighting for you
Over land and sea
A dawn is breaking before us
Proterra, take this hand
The open wound, the promised land
Breaking the waves, spread the oars
Cast our badge for the shore
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3.22.12. 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
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3.22.13. Recovery
Watching the morning come in on the land
See the moon roll over Skeabost
See the young men late in the glen
All with camans in hand
Sea winds out on the wilds
Sea waves crash onto Uig
See the black homes strung out on a line
Across the island of Skye
Should have been home before daylight
But it's not easy when you're down and hungry
One from the late run rolled up in a coat
I make my way across the moor
For a late summer in '84
But now there's a new day dawning
I've heard the Braes men talk in Portree
The news from Glendale
Still the morning comes in on the land
See the new sun red and rising
See the corn turn ripe in the fields
See the growth of the glen
And MacPherson's in Kilmuir tonight
What a night for a people rising
oh God not before time
There's justice in our lives
And I can't believe
That it's taken all this time
I can't believe
My life and my destiny
After the clans, after the clearings
Here I am
Recovering
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3.22.14. Loch Lomond
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love spent many days o
On the banks of Loch Lomond
To sad we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep sides of Ben Lomond
Where the broken heart it knows no second spring
Resigned we must be when we’re parting
You'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
Ho, ho mo leannan
Ho, ho mo leannan bhoidheach
You'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
You'll take the high road and
I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
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3.22.15. The Numbers Game
He come lately
Walking out with arrows and with thoughts
Leaving armies of the innocent
To sit and count the cost
But it’s not easy
So open up your eyes and scan the years
Before the ice cap melts away
The hardest heart to tears
You are the reason
That beating hearts ring out the sound of dreams
A fleeting glimpse of happiness
Is breaking at the seams
Don’t stop believing
This is more than just a flicker in the dark
Men of cross and crescents re-creating
Mutants from the past
We will rise and we will fall
We will laugh, we will stand tall
Turning people into numbers
And numbers into more
We will not be here tomorrow
We will never miss that flight
Chasing shadows into colours
And colours into light
Hear the sound - hear the sound
Playing while the sun goes down
To the ground - to the ground
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3.22.16. The Old Boys
The old Boys
Are all 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
(Chorus)