The Cutter & The Clan

THE CUTTER & THE CLAN

Alba

Scotland

 

Air sgiath a' seòladh nan neòil

'S an domhain liath

Mar dhealbh a' tighinn beò tro na sgòthan

 

'S mi a' tilleadh gu tìr

 

Alba nam beanntan àrd

Nan acraichean lom

Thairis air na lochan mointich

Nan coilltean 's nan gleann

 

Alba

 

Alba

 

Ach 's e sealladh leòinte is gann

Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn

Talamh àlainn nan daoine

Fhathast an làmhan duine no dithis

 

Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas

Na fasaichean a' tuath

An taigh-mòr falamh an Dùn-Èideann

Gun chumhachd gun ghuth

 

Alba

 

Alba

 

Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh

Taigh ri taigh

Gus nach bi àite anns an tìr

'S an gabh sibh còmhnaidh air leth

 

Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an dràsd

A' cur fàilt air a' bhlàths

'S an tìr a tha cho ùr dhomh an diugh

Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phàisd

 

Alba

 

Alba

 

--oOo--

 

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

 

The Cutter

 

When you arrived in Canada you walked the streets

Out of work out of money, prospects bleak

Now the plane comes down from the morning sky

and you touch the land where the fire won't die

 

Johnny, you're home, man

It's a long road

you drove us down

It's only a moment

Since the diesels turned

 

Now the blade cuts clean through the island soil

The years roll back and the world grows small

You stand on the banks in the wind and the rain

And all of your money can't hide this pain

 

Johnny, you're home, man

It's a long road

you drove us down

It's only a moment

Since the diesels turned

 

The heath flame is burning bright

burning every night

It's winter in Ontario

The wheels that turned us village kids

Still carry through the heaths

They no longer turn for you

 

So you hold your mother and you bless the air

With the tears of the emigrant, tongue of the Gael

And the plane takes off in a clear blue sky

Life's a long lost list of last goodbyes

 

Johnny, you're home, man

It's a long road

you drove us down

It's only a moment

Since the diesels turned

 

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)

 

Pride of the Summer

 

I still hear the snares in the square

Colours ablaze in the evening

The air was still

Down the stormy hill

It's good to be young and daring

 

Beat the drum

Beat the drum

Like a heartbeat

Lonely and strong

Beat the drum

 

I still see the blood on the knees

The camans swing without warning

The lads in white

At the speed of light

It's good to be young and daring

 

(Chorus)

 

Across the bay I still hear the strains

The two step loud and Blairing

We walked hand in hand

To the accordion band

It's good to be young and daring

 

(Chorus)

 

(Chorus)

 

She was the pride of the summer that year

She was my sweetheart, my lady

We walked the black rock

And we stopped by the loch

It's good to be young and daring

 

(Chorus)

 

Worker For The Wind

 

Since I was young I've faced this pill

I've worked this land and I always will

Through life and death I've learnt the hill

A worker for the wind

 

I fake my sheep and cattle days

The endless storm, the months of rain

But this land holds me ball and chain

A worker for the wind

 

Mary, I'll wait for you

Mary, I'll wait for you

 

You need heart, you need dreams

Laughter, joy, you need beliefs

But without love you sow an empty field

A worker for the wind

 

In the night the light grows thinner

The lust for love cuts like shiver

I need to hold you through the winter

A worker for the wind

 

Mary, I'll wait for you

Mary, I'll wait for you

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)

 

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

 

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)

 

Our Earth Was Once Green

 

Across the skies the monuments stand

Shrines of wonder, man worshipping man

Computer ethics mock a dying land

 

Down below like rats in a cage

Success, survival, two needles in hay

It's Romans One facing Satan’s stare

 

But mountains

Are holy places

And beauty is free

We can still walk

Through the garden

Our earth was once green

 

Pull down the forests we need more wood

Extend the grazing we need more food

Burning our bridges before the flood

 

Out on the oceans where it's relatively safe

It's not so easy being big as a whale

We're all in a race on a bigger scale

 

But mountains

Are holy places

And beauty is free

We can still walk

Through the garden

Our earth was once green

 

Homosapien, I've had enough

 

Homosapien, I'm giving up

 

At best your wisdom's a shot in the dark

So make yourself pretty, make yourself rich

Leopardskin, sealskin, money and sex

Apartheid, genocide, thalidomide, life

It's your choice

 

But mountains

Are holy places

And beauty is free

We can still walk

Through the garden

Our earth was once green

 

An Ubhal as Airde

The Highest Apple

 

Còmhla rium

A tha thu an dràsd

Mo shuilean duinte, mo chuimhne dàn

Nam sheasamh a' coimhead

Gach cnoc is gach tràigh

Is an sìol a dh' fhàg thu ann a' fàs

 

Tha an gàrradh làn

Le craobhan treun

Le meas a' fàs 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 linn gu linn

 

Ach thig an là is thig an t-àm

Airson an ubhal as àirde

Air a' chraobh a' bhuain

 

Is cò 'nar measg

A mhaireas là

Seachad air àm is air oidhche fhèin

A' liuthad uair

A shreap mi suas

Airson an ubhal as àirde chur gu beul

 

Seididh gaoth is dearrsaidh grian

Tro mheas nan craobhan linn gu linn

 

Ach thig an là is thig an t-àm

Airson an ubhal as àirde

Air a' chraobh a' bhuain

 

--oOo--

 

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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