The Stamping Ground

THE STAMPING GROUND

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

 

* There's a new grass growing on the top of the soil)

 

An Sabhal Aig Neill

Neil's Barn

 

Craiceann searrach agus òr

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill

'S e siud an sgeul na Ath-mhòr

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill

'S iomadh là, 's iomadh là, chaidh sinn suas ga h-iarraidh

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill

Le crap spaid is puchaid iarainn

 

Tha na gillean ruith gun sguir

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill

Ginealachan, ginealachan, snìomh ma mo shùilean

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill

Sibhse a sheas aig ceann a bhathaich

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill

Tha sibh air m' inntinn gach là

 

Innse sinn an sgeul dhan chlann

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill

An àite seileach barr a bheann

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill

'S iomadh là, 's iomadh là, bhitheas e air 'n inntinn

Thall aig an sabhal, an sabhal aig Nèill

An sgeul a mhaireas ri gu sìorraidh

 

Horo eiribh 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 us

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 a togail mo chridhe

('S a togail mo chridhe)

 

'S mi nam sheasamh ma d' choinneamh

Gun fhiamh, gun mhiann

('S mi nam sheasamh ma d' choinneamh)

Thig uallach na maidne

Nuair dh' èireas a 'ghrian

(Nuair dh' èireas a 'ghrian)

 

Òran, naomha, buan

Tog gu h-àrd guth an t-sluaigh

Òran, tha mi rèidh

Èirich, èirich, bharr an t-sleibh

 

Tha an salm mar lasair

A' boillsgeadh gach àite

(Tha an salm mar lasair)

Dh' fhosgail mo bhilean

Nuair thòisich an latha

(Nuair thòisich an latha)

 

Òran, naomha, buan

Tog gu h-àrd guth an t-sluaigh

Òran, tha mi rèidh

Èirich, èirich, bharr an t-sleibh

 

Seinn, seinn, seinn

Òran ùr, òran an ùir

 

Spoken Passage:

Coimhead a-mach air uinneag a' mhadainn

tron an fheasgar gu doras na h-oidhche

dh'fhaighneachd mi na ceistean

's bha freagairt an uisge nan lochan

's an talamh àrd

 

(Thx to Niall Gordan for the 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, sacred, 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, sacred, 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

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