Тексты песен «Rankin Family»

As I roved out on a May morning On a May morning right early I met my love upon the way Oh Lord but she was early. Her boots were black, her stockings white Her buckles shone like silver She had a dark and rovin' eye...

Come here my dear and lend an ear I'll tell you things I'm feelin' My feelings true and all for you I'm tired of jigs and reelin' The day is long don't get me wrong This is the same old story We'll have our time, I've...

I think of you all the time I'll pay for my sins The hearthache begins I can't free you from my mind It seems so these days I've tried every way You have drifted so far from me The winds of change Have swept you away...

Fare thee well love My one true one Fare thee well love My own true one Wind is blowing through the trees Ships are sailing out to sea And the sun is slowly setting on you and me So drink up my friend This be the...

The winter months left us the snowfall A black spring brought forth the rain The summer days were long and dusty By the fall your mind was made And I recall we were lovers They'll always be the good old days The world...

When morning comes to me I see the eyes of Margaret I see the eyes of Margaret When morning comes around When she comes near me I see the eyes of Margaret I see the smiles of margaret And time rolls around When...

Fare Thee Well Music and lyrics by Jimmy Rankin Fare thee Well, love Fare thee Well, love Far away, you must go. Take your heart, love Take your heart, love Will we never meet again no more? Far across, love Far...

Now after all this time You're standing at my door Just when I cleared my mind You're coming back for more Well it doesn't work that way You see I'm over you And now there's nothing left to say Just find someone new...

Gone like my last pay cheque Gone Gone Away Gone like the car I wrecked Gone Gone Away Gone like a 5th of Gin Gone Gone Away Gone like the shape I'm in Gone Gone Away My baby's gone away Gone like a Nixon...

The ghost goes out in rags Eyes aglow like embers When the cold blows Embers are sparkling and aflame Burning head I ride On the blackened timber Sink the fearful night For this day is open it begins Leis an lurgainn...

A Charming love song to a highland maiden in which her lover vows to return and reclaim ber to share his life of exile in the lowlands. Seisd (Chorus) Ho ro, mo nigh'n donn bhoidheach, Hi ri, mo nigh'n donn bhoidhech...

A Charming love song to a highland maiden in which her lover vows to return and reclaim ber to share his life of exile in the lowlands. Seisd (Chorus) Ho ro\, mo nigh'n donn bho\idheach, Hi ri\, mo nigh'n donn...

This old town seen better days I see boards like band-aids on window panes Stores on Main Street look betrayed and the for sale signs have all begun to fade Folks out here live on faith You can almost see it flow like...

Hush ! the waves are rolling in, White with foam, white with foam; Father toils amid the storm; But baby sleeps at home. Hush ! the winds roar wild and deep,- How they moan, how they moan! Brother seeks the wandering...

Johnny Tulloch agus Mary agus Iain Alex Rory Angus Hector, Mary Sarah, Archie Dan, Alex Joe Little Johnny Dougal agus Theresa Duncan Peter All piled in a wagon for a dance in Glencoe Well they barrelled down the back...

Johnny Tulloch agus Mary agus Iain Alex Rory Angus Hector, Mary Sarah, Archie Dan, Alex Joe Little Johnny Dougal agus Theresa Duncan Peter All piled in a wagon for a dance in Glencoe Well they barrelled down the back...

Written by a MacInnes from Fort William after returning home safely from a stormy voyage to Ireland on his ship, The Lurgainn Seisd (Chorus) Leis an Lurgainn o hi Leis an Lurgainn o ho\ Beul an anamoich o hi 's...

Come on home Lisa Brown You've been ramblin' too long Lay your head and weary bones down So come on home Lisa Brown Come on home Lisa Brown You've been ramblin' too long Lay your head and weary bones down So come on...

Here comes Mister MacNeil The fine shape that he is in There is no telling which way he'll feel After his twister around the beinn Raisin' the jar an raisin' hell There's plenty of stories that they will tell Some are...

For all our languages we can't communicate For all of our native tongues we're all natives here Sons of their fathers dream the same dream The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream Voices in anger, victims of...