3.18. Live At Celtic Connectios (2000 Ridge Records) 3.18.1. Rocket to the Moon 3.18.2. Protect and Survive 3.18.3. Big Sky 3.18.4. Siol Ghoraidh - The Geneology Of Goraidh 3.18.5. The Only Rose 3.18.6. A Dh’Innse Na Firinn - To Tell You The Truth 3.18.7. Edge of the World 3.18.8. Hearts of Olden Glory 3.18.9. Rubh Nan Cudaigean - Headland of the Cuddy Fish 3.18.10. Maymorning 3.18.11. The Message 3.18.12. Cearcal A’ Chuain - The Ocean's Cycle 3.18.13. Pog Aon Oidhche Earraich - A Kiss one Spring Evening 3.18.14. Skye

3.18.1. Rocket to the Moon
Here hangs an open landscape
A wild and huge frontier
From a harsh and a barren wasteland
Through the grave to the promised field
You came, you trapped, you charted
You laid the railroads and the schemes
And you tamed this land by enterprise
And by the power of your dreams
But you made this Clan great
And you made this nation bloom
And you rose
With your people through the new world
Like a rocket to the moon
From the olden coasts of Ireland
From the Hebridean shores
With the forgotten chosen ones
Running from Europe in droves
(Chorus)
There's a town in Manitoba
They say the windows touch the sky
But across the brine the shipyards close
In this garden flowers die
Still the homelands divide us
Like your blood red brothers of the plains
But where they grieve a candle still burns
A prayer from a flicker to a flame
(Chorus)
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3.18.2. Protect and Survive
The red hot sun burns up the hill
The winter's bride, the summer's king
I tramp these acres and I feel
Once upon a time
Then it seemed that everything
You saw and touched and felt was real
You turned the tap and you turned the wheel
Breathing free
Once in a lifetime
You live and love
Once in a lifetime
You die
Once in a moment
The sun goes down
Protect and survive
Now you search the open evening skies
Trace the memory in your eyes
For the prophet's hard rain and the deluge
Lie in tears around your door
Once there were trees and livestock here
A mother's love, the warnings clear
But you chose to turn away from fear
Breathing free
(Chorus)
Protect and survive
Protect and survive
Now there's a faceless cross on a distant hill
A wasted voice, a silent scream
Where the lovers love and the dreamers dream
You stand and dream alone
You took your sacrifice to the gods of war
Traded your children's lives for a mess of gold
And you beat your ploughshares into swords
Breathing free
(Chorus)
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3.18.3. 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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3.18.4. Siol Ghoraidh - The Geneology Of Goraidh
Clann mo theaghlaich
Clann mo theaghlaich
Clann mo theaghlaich fhein
Clann mo theaghlaich
Clann mo theaghlaich
Clann mo theaghlaich fhein
Ochd deug seisreach
Air raontainn Aird a' Mhorrain
Na fir a' treabhadh
An la a thainig na Sleitich
Siol Ghoraidh
Mac Ruairidh
Clann Raghnaill
Clann Dhomhaill
Linn gu linn
Ainm gu ainm
Air an sgiath seo dh 'Uibhist
'S mi beo an drasd
Clann mo theaghlaich
Clann mo theaghlaich
Clann mo theaghlaich fhein
Dubh dath na fala
A dhoirt 'na tuil gu talamh
Saighead claidheamh
Tro chairdeas corp an Udail
Siol Ghoraidh
Mac Ruairidh
Clann Raghnaill
Clann Dhomhaill
Linn gu linn
Ainm gu ainm
Air an sgiath seo dh 'Uibhist
'S mi beo an drasd
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
Linn gu linn
Ainm gu ainm
Air an sgiath seo dh 'Uibhist
'S mi beo an drasd
Eighteen teams of horses
On the field of Aird a Mhorrain
the young men were ploughing
On the day the Sleat people came
The geneology of Goraidh
The sons of Ruairi
The sons of Ranald
The children of Donald
The children of my own family
Generation to generation
From one name to another
My time is now
To walk this corner of Uist
Black was the colour of the blood
That flowed like a flood to the land
The arrow, the long sword
Through the generosity of the Udal people
The geneology of Goraidh
The sons of Ruairi
The sons of Ranald
The children of Donald
The children of my own family
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
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3.18.5. The Only Rose
Between the shifting shadows
In the no-man's zone
There's a bar at the end of the street
Some poor country music
One or two sixties songs
This is the place where the night owls sleep
Oh, loneliness
You're a hard earned crust
You're the night at the end of the day
'Cause you pay your dues
On the road you choose
With the price you have to pay
Down the neon aisles
And the twilight miles
Where the world takes comfort in shame
And all I can hear
Is a voice in my ear
And its calling out your name
Still the silence glows
The four winds blow
And a dark moon rising above
To rest by your side
In the heat of the fire
In the sleep of the night of love
When darkness hangs
On the dirty city
Winter falls on a foreign town
And it's all I can do
To be with you
Tonight as the sun goes down
But I would cross
The ocean wide
I'd walk the mighty foam
If I could lie
In your arms tonight
You're the only rose I know
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3.18.6. A Dh’Innse Na Firinn - To Tell You The Truth
An cuala tu an naidheachd
A chuala mi an de
Tha an saoghal ga chraobh-sgaoileadh
Co shaoileadh a leithid! A dh' innse na
firinn
Cha creidinn sa na briathran
Did you hear the news
That I heard yesterday
The whole world is broadcasting it
Who would have thought!
To tell you the truth
I could not believe the words
3.18.7. Edge of the World
All the homes on the globe are like the television in your eyes
A cross guarding your heart the living years a sacrifice
A shiver at the door in the night, clouds cross a black moonlight
Rushing on down to the sound of a turning world
There's a south by sou'westerly force eight coming in strong
Across the continental shelf from the cold grey Malin beyond
The need to keep control
The need to stand alone at the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
The adrenalin infrastructure bringing on it's troubles some more
All the laws of the jungle stranded on your latest shore
But the waves hold the healer force
The years disappear like a ghost
Somewhere out of the sight of the night and the light of day
Now civilisation groans and the news reel cries
Like a drowning man his life in front of his eyes
Oh the need to keep control
The need to bare the soul at the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
And the man from St. Kilda went over the cliff on a winter's day
On the edge of the world
On the edge of the world
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3.18.8. Hearts of Olden Glory
There's thunder clouds
Round the hometown bay
As I walk out
In the rain
Through the sepia showers
And the photoflood days
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Of life
And though the water's
Black as night
The colours of Scotland
Leave you young inside
There must be a place
Under the sun
Where hearts of olden glory
Grow young
There's a vision
Coming soon
Through the faith
That cleans your wound
Hearts of olden glory
Will be renewed
Down the glens
Where the headlands stand
I feel a healing
Through this land
A cross for a people
Like wind through your hands
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
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3.18.9. Rubh Nan Cudaigean - Headland of the Cuddy Fish
Buain nam bairnich, nam bairnich, nam
bairnich
Buain nam bairnich air creagan rubh nan
cudaigean
Buain nam bairnich, nam bairnich, nam
bairnich
'S goilidh sinn na bairnich 'san taigh air
rubh nan cudaigean
Goilidh sinn na bairnich, na bairnich, na
bairnich
Goilidh sinn na bairnich 'san taigh air rubh
nan cudaigean
Goilidh sinn na bairnich, na bairnich, na
bairnich
'S cagnaidh sinn na bairnich air cladach
rubh nan cudaigean
Cagnaidh sinn na bairnich, na bairnich, na
bairnich
Cagnaidh sinn na bairnich air cladach rubh
nan cudaigean
Cagnaidh sinn na bairnich, na bairnich, na
bairnich
'S sgaoiligh sinn na bairnich air muir rubh
nan cudaigean
Sgaoiligh sinn na bairnich, na bairnich, na
bairnich
Sgaoiligh sinn na bairnich air muir rubh
nan cudaigean
Sgaoiligh sinn na bairnich, na bairnich, na
bairnich
'Suidhidh sinn le tabh ann air creagan rubh
nan cudaigean
Be hileam bo horam bo eirich is ithibh ith
Be hileam bo horam bo feitheamh air na
cudaigean
Be hileam bo horam bo eirich is ithibh ith
Nach ith sibh na bairnich is ithidh mi na
cudaigean
Harvest of the limpets [barnacles], of the
limpets, of the limpets
Harvest of the limpets on the rocks of the
headland....
Harvest of the limpets, of the limpets, of the
limpets
and we will boil the limpets in the house on the
headland of the cuddy fish
We will boil the limpets, the limpets, the limpets
We will boil the limpets in the house on the
headland
We will boil the limpets, the limpets, the limpets
and we will chew the limpets on the shore of the
headland…
We will chew the limpets, the limpets, the
limpets
We will chew the limpets on the shore of the
headland…
We will chew the limpets, the limpets, the
limpets
And we will scatter the limpets on the sea at the
headland…
We will scatter the limpets, the limpets, the
limpets
We will scatter the limpets on the sea at the
headland…
We will scatter the limpets, the limpets, the
limpets
And we will sit with nets on the rocks of the
headland…
Be hileam bo horam bo, rise and eat, eat
Be hileam bo horam bo, waiting on the cuddy
fish
Be hileam bo horam bo, rise and eat ,eat
Won’t you eat the limpets, and I will eat the
cuddy fish
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3.18.10. 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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3.18.11. The Message
I'm going to dance you round the floor
Drink you under the tables
Going to take that last flight home
To Balivanich in the month of June
Go racing up the south ford
Turning midnight in the cars
Waiting up late with the Greenock girls
Single every song that made us
You take your message to the waters
And you watch the ripples flow
Now somewhere out on the ocean
It says Mary please don't go
We're going to lie down on the grass
Your lipstick in the clover
Going the marry Mary in the summertime
The Atlantic round our shoulders
Skies are dawning ound the Langass Barpa
Stopped off at the white bridge waters
It's all crossroads lined with telegraph poles
A rise of larksong fills the morning
You take your message to the waters
And you watch the ripples flow
Now somewhere out on the ocean
Lies our fear should we grow old
You take your message to the waters
And you watch the ripples flow
Now somewhere out on that ocean
It says Mary please don't go
And when we've wasted all our young years
Who's to say we never tried
To live fast and honour our pledges
Here we vowed to stay young till we die
We drank the life from the last of the bottle
We wrote our message out like a prayer
Then we threw away the message with all our hearts
Then we watched our lives disappear
You take your message to the waters
And you watch the ripples flow
Now somewhere out on that great beyond
Lies our fear should we grow old
You take your message to the waters
And you watch the ripples flow
Now somewhere out on that ocean
It says Mary please don't go
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3.18.12. Cearcal A’ Chuain - The Ocean's Cycle
Tha sinn uile air cuan
Stiureadh cuairt troimh ar beatha
A' seoladh geola dhorch
Air chall an greim na mara
Tha a'ghaoth air ar cul
Tha a' gheol a' cumail roimhe
'S cha dean uair no an cuan
Tonaisgh dhuinn no rian
A' mhuir tha i ciuin
Tha i fiadhaich tha i farsainn
Tha i alainn tha i diamhair
Tha i gamhlasach is domhain
O ach sin tha sinn dall
'S chaneil againn ach beatha
Tog an seol, tog an ramh
Gus an fhaigh sinn astar ann
Ach tha mi'n duil, tha mi'n duil
Nuair a bhios a' ghrian dol fodha
Chi iad mi a' stiuireadh 'n iar
Null a dh'Uibhist air a' chearcal
Cearcal a' chuain
Gu brath bidh i a' tionndadh
Leam gu machair geal an lar
Far an do thoisich an la
We are all on an ocean
Steering a course through life
Sailing a dark vessel
Lost in the grasp of the ocean
The wind is astern
The boat forging ahead
And time and the sea
Makes no sense to us at all
The sea is calm
It is wild, it is vast
It is beautiful, it is mysterious
It is vengeful and deep
O, but we, are blind
and all we have is life
Raise the sail, lift the oars
Til we get up speed
I intend, I do intend
when the sun is sinking down
To be seen steering a westerly course
On the ocean's cycle to Uist
O the ocean's cycle
Forever I'll be turning
To take me back to the pole machair in the west
Where the day has dawned
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3.18.13. Pog Aon Oidhche Earraich - A Kiss one Spring Evening
An saoghal, sia uairean
Obair la ri cul
Teaghlach gabhal dhan a'mheas
Pailteas, slainte, is gaol
An Ruis a tuiteam sios mu'm chluasan
An Ear Mheadhain am brot cho dorch
Is thusa, uilc is a mhuirt is a shabaid
Na mo bheatha a h-uile oidhche
O luaidh be siod an gradh
A dh'fhag mi ceangailte ruit an drasda
Co shaoileadh an rud a dh'fhas
Bho phog aon oidhche earraich
An greim cho teann's araid
Mar ord na mo dhorn
A 'ghealach bha cho soilleir
'S a gheall a leithid dhuinn
Bha sinn mar longan seolaidh
Air cuan buidhe og a 'chridhe
Mu coinneamh clann an t-saoghil's
theaghlaich
Gun ghuth no gaire, Dia, no biadh
O luaidh be siod an gradh
A dh'fhag mi ceangailte ruit an drasda
Co shaoileadh an rud a dh'fhas
Bho phog aon oidhche earraich
Co as an dainig na reultan, thuirt mi
Co as an dainig grian
Tha sinn cho leointe fo na ghealach seo
Anam craidhte seachad air ifrinn fheinn
Ach tha thusa brosnalchadh nam
bliadhnaichean
Le saidhbreas seachad air mo dhith
Cho gheal ri sneachd gach uile gheamhradh
An t-oran gaoil m'fhaosaid chiontach
fheinn
O luaidh be siod an gradh
A dh'fhag mi ceangailte ruit an drasda
Co shaoileadh an rud a dh'fhas
Bho phog aon oidhche earraich
O luaidh be siod an gradh
A dh'fhag mi ceangailte ruit an drasda
Co shaoileadh an rud a dh'fhas
Bho phog aon oidhche earraich
The six o’clock world
The days work over
Family, taking of the fruits
Of plenty, good health, and love
Russia is falling down around my ears
The middle east in a broth of darkness
And you, evil, murder, and fighting
In my life every night
Oh Love
What power there was in that embrace
That has left me in union with you today
Who could ever have foreseen all that has grown
From a kiss, one spring evening
The grasp that was so firm and special
Like a hammer in my fist
The moon that was so bright
And promised so much
We were like sailing ships
On the young, yellow ocean of the heart
Confronted by children, and the world family
without voice, laughter, a God, or food
Oh Love
What power there was in that embrace
That has left me in union with you today
Who could ever have foreseen all that has grown
From a kiss, one spring evening
So where do the stars come from, I said
From where did the sun appear
We are so wounded below this moon
Souls tortured beyond hell itself
Still you keep bringing inspiration to my years
With blessings beyond my need
Whiter than the snows of each winter
The song of love, my confession of guilt
Oh Love
What power there was in that embrace
That has left me in union with you today
Who could ever have foreseen all that has grown
From a kiss, one spring evening
Oh Love
What power there was in that embrace
That has left me in union with you today
Who could ever have foreseen all that has grown
From a kiss, one spring evening
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3.18.14. Skye
How can't you see
The wilderness growing free
Time wounded and scarred
Stroking away the years
It's hard to believe
But memories are old ghosts
Mountains of black and gold
Sunsets falling over the moor
Oh take me there
's na horo eile , horo bho
's na horo bho , hillean o
's na horo eille ho , Take me there !
You take your dream
You make life what you feel
Appearances lead to deceive
This drama so far from me
Destiny
On facts aching wings
Wild geese flow over your shores
Hearts sailing over the trees
Oh take me there !
's na horo eile , horo bho
's na horo bho , hillean o
's na horo eille ho , Take me there !
Chi mi'n t-eilean uaine
Tir nam beanntann arda
Ceo a'tuiteam tron a'ghleann
Na shineadh air do raointeann