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| Glasgow 1877 |
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"I remember it as if it was yesterday.
My papa took me to see the ancestral home of our clan.
The desolate castle on Dismal Downs, abandoned since the 17th century,
Now inhabited by no-one but golden eagles in its turrets and
Ptarmigan & grouse in the heather o' the clan cemetery.
In this sight of former glory, of ochre grass and bracken,
Sadness and hope, this is where I begin my story.
Rannoch moor, 1877, the eve of my 10th birthday..."
Tha 'n sgeul ag aiseig bu bràth /
Toirt taic bho tiotain a tha gar deanamh mar a tha sinn
Howls on the moors
Dreams of sailing all seas
Call of the hills
And a fiddle of farewell
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| Into The West |
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Downy's farewell:
Far, far into the night
Your calling guided you
Far, far across the dark
Horizon filled with red
And yearning of a childless ma
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| Gold Heart of The Klondike |
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The final frontier
Of utter solitude
Of wilderness untamed
Into White Agony Creek
The cradle of new hope
Many the springs thaws from home
O Me! O Life! Here in the wild
Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts
Charm of a dancehall girl
A true star of the north
Those precious 30 days
A letter in the snow
Love lost yet always there
A burning need of life
O Me! O Life! Home in the wild
Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts
O Me! O Life! Home in the wild
Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts
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| The Last Sled |
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There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting
It's luring me on as of old!
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much
As just finding the gold!
It's the great, big, broad land 'way up yonder!
The great, big, broad land 'way up yonder!
Haunting him as of old
Yet, it ain't the gold itself
So much as finding the gold
Farewell, White Agony Creek
Farewell, the three long years
Can't leave behind what's in this sled
Things we lost
The things we couldn't share
Another rainbow's end
Another memory
Fortuna favet fortibus
Hold on to all that's dear to you
As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives
It's the forests where silence has lease
It's the beauty that fills me with wonder!
It's the stillness that fills me with peace!
It's the stillness that fills him with peace!
The beauty of the wild
Rainbow's end with golden dreams
Starlit sky and coffee and beans
Farewell, White Agony Creek
Farewell, the three spring thaws
One day I will return to you
Things we lost
The things we couldn't share
Another rainbow's end
Another memory
Fortuna favet fortibus
Hold on to all that's dear to you
As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives
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| To Be Rich |
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Silent night, silent years
The cold heart haunting still
Sleepless watch of the night
And her face on the moon
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| A Lifetime of Adventure |
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To be rich is to still remember
To treasure your first dime
To have a chance to say farewell
Story of your life, time of solitude and strife
Freedom of an open road, hope and many miles to go
Promises to keep, countless gold fields to reap
To be rich is to seek, to relive a memory
Far off lands, quests of old
Self respect, true grit
Never care what a fortune might buy
To seek is to be rich
All the strangers on your path
Crossroads, the letters from home
The cooling embers of a Yuletide heart
All the sounds of wilderness, the truth in wich you roamed
Now your lost Rosebud has brought you back home
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| Go Slowly Now, Sands Of Time |
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Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have some verses to pour
This wonder of life has led me home
Like a poet of Scotland once scribed:
Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill
Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have a memory to make
Dancing to Auld Lang Syne
Thinking of the heather of home
Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill
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| Go Slowly Now, Sands Of Time |
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To be rich is
To still remember
To treasure your 1st dime
To have a chance to say farewell
Story of your life
Time of solitude and strife
Freedom of an open road
Hope, and many miles to go
Promises to keep
Countless goldfields to reap
To be rich is to seek
To relive a memory
Far-off lands quests of old
Self-respect true grit
Never cared what a fortune might buy
To seek is to be rich
Story of your life
Time of solitude and strife
Freedom of an open road
Hope, and many miles to go
Promises to keep
Countless goldfields to reap
To be rich is to seek
To relive a memory
All the strangers on your path
Crossroads, the letters from home
The cooling embers of a Yuletide hearth
All the sounds of wilderness
The truth in wich you roamed
Now your lost Rosebud has brought you back home
Story of your life
Time of solitude and strife
Freedom of an open road
Hope, and many miles to go
Promises to keep
Countless goldfields to reap
To be rich is to seek
To relive a memory
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