Тексты песен «Stan Rogers»

Where the earth shows its bones of wind-broken stone And the sea and the sky are one I'm caught out of time, my blood sings with wine And I'm running naked in the sun There's God in the trees, I'm weak in the knees And...

Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! A letter of marque come from the king, To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no...

CAPE ST.MARY'S Take me back to my western boat Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's Where the hog-down sail And the Fog horns wail With my friends the Browns and the Clearys Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's Let me feel my...

Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight, dark rows Feel the trickle in your clothes, blow the dust cake from your nose Hear the tractor's steady roar, Oh you can't stop now There's a quarter section more or...

This day a year ago, he was rolling in the snow With a younger brother in his father's yard Christmas break, a time for touching home, The heart of all he'd known And leaving was so hard Three thousand miles away, Now...

It was in the spring this year of grace, with new life pushing through, That I looked from the Citadel down to the Narrows and asked what it's coming to. I saw Upper Canadian concrete and glass right down to the water...

[Hockey invades every household in Canada on some level. It is our National sport. Real afficionados play all year long. This is probably why first time visitors to this country show up with their skates in July!...

We just lost sight of the Queensport light down the bay before us And the wind has blown some cold today with just a wee touch of snow Along the shore from Lazy Head hard abeam Half Island Tonight we'll let the anchor...

Well it's blackfish at play in Hermitage Bay From Pushthrough across to Bois Island. They broach and they sprout and they lift their flukes out And they wave to a town that is dying. Now it's many's the boats that have...

GARNETT'S HOMEMADE BEER 1. Oh the year was nineteen seventy-eight, (How I wish I'd never tried it now,) When a score of men were turned quite green By the scummiest ale you've ever seen Chorus: God damn them all, I was...

[This piece is for all of you who've sat in the bars and watched it all happen - another one of the reasons Stan didn't like performing in very many bars.] That one behind you on the padded velvet throne, Don't turn...

Harris and the Mare By: Stan Rodgers Harris, my old friend, good to see your face again More welcome, though, yon trap and that old mare For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all alone Harris, fetch thy mare and take us...

Harris and the Mare By: Stan Rodgers Harris, my old friend, good to see your face again More welcome, though, yon trap and that old mare For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all alone Harris, fetch thy mare and take us...

Lady Margaret Sweet William rose one morning bright And dressed himself in blue "Come tell to me the long lost love Between Lady Margaret and you" "I know no harm of Lady Margaret," said he "And I hope she knows none of...

At last the kids are gone now for the day. She reaches for the coffee as the school bus pulls away. Another day to tend the hous and plan For Friday at the Legion when she's dancing with her man. Sure was a bitter...

[There is an extensive system of locks along the St. Lawrence Seaway. The locks have a marvellous history. It's a pity they couldn't speak half the tales they've been privy to. I guess it probably goes without saying...

There is an extensive system of locks along the St. Lawrence Seaway. The Locks have a marvellous history. It's a pity they couldn't speak half the Tales they've been privy to. I guess it probably goes without saying...

[Another unsung hero of Canadian history . . . The texts give a terribly sparse accounting of this man. He was a Major under Brock, and apparently not a very popular one. He was one of those "good young men" form the...

How still lies the bay, in the light western airs Which blow from the crimson horizon Once more we tack home, with a dry empty hole Saving gas with the breezes so fair She's a kindly cape islander, old but still sound...

[Research sometimes turns up more than just a lot of information. Bruce Kemp, a freelance photographer, supplied Stan with a true life story. There really is a wonderful, crazy man in Windsor who has raised the Blue...