Тексты песен «Stan Rogers»

She went down last October in a pouring driving rain. The skipper, he'd been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain. Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow, And the Mary Ellen Carter settled...

When I was younger in the days of my youth, I used to sit down and watch the river go down, And see my dreams roll 'round the bend, Hoping they'd come back again. Now a long time's gone by and at least once a day I sit...

Forty-four's no age to start again, But the bulls were getting tough and he was never free of pain Where others blew their winnings getting tanked, Most of his got banked saving for the farm. He never thought she'd wait...

Northwest Passage (Stan Rogers) cho: Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea; Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage And make...

ROLLING DOWN TO OLD MAUI sung (but not written) by Stan Rogers It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife, we whalermen undergo, And we won't give a damn when the gales are done how hard the winds did blow, For...

SCARBOROUGH SETTLER'S LAMENT Away wi' Canada's muddy creeks And Canada's fields of pine Your land of wheat is a goodly land, But oh, it is not mine The heathy hill, the grassy date. The daisy spangled lea, the purling...

The Cliffs of Baccalieu We were bound home in October from the shores of Laborador Trying to head a bad Nor'easter and snow, too But the wind swept down upon us making day as black as night Just before we made the land...

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don't care what your politics are, when our children are dying in the streets, it's time to put away the guns." He said he'd never write a political song, but he did and we thank...

I often take these night shift walks when the foreman's not around. I turn my back on the cooling stacks and make for open ground. Far out beyond the tank farm fence where the gas flare makes no sound, I forget the...

There is a young maiden, she lives all a-lone She lived all a-lone on the shore-o There's nothing she can find to comfort her mind But to roam all a-lone on the shore, shore, shore But to roam all a-lone on the shore...

THE MARY ELLEN CARTER (Stan Rogers) She went down last October in a pouring driving rain. The skipper, he'd been drinking and the Mate, he felt no pain. Too close to Three Mile Rock, and she was dealt her mortal blow,...

[There were countless skirmishes on the Great Lakes between ships and boats of all makes and sizes during the War of 1812-14. "Well", Stan said, "we won the damned war but from some of the accounts you'd really have to...

[Originally called 'The Midland' after a lake steamer called 'The City of Midland', this song is the true accounting of the final disposal of one of the workers of the Lakes. I know Stan just couldn't resist the...

WHITE COLLAR HOLLER Well, I rise up every morning at a quarter to eight Some woman who's my wife tells me not to be late I kiss the kids goodbye, I can't remember their names And week after week, it's always the same...

We were drinking down to Reedy's house When first we heard the blow It seemed to come from Ripper Rock So boldly forth to go And sure enough the rusty tub Could just be barely seen As her stern was high up in the air...

[This song is not intended as a slur of any kind on the countries who import food products that our government won't let us eat. It is Stan's sadly ironic way of describing exactly the status of the Inland Fisheries as...

Now I've been twistin' broncos Ever since I hit the trail, And I think I know a cayuse From his nostrils to his tail. It was down by the old Bow River In the year nineteen and one That I was twistin' broncos Ever since...

WHITE COLLAR HOLLER Well, I rise up every morning at a quarter to eight Some woman who's my wife tells me not to be late I kiss the kids goodbye, I can't remember their names And week after week, it's always the same...

[The town of Wiarton is situated at the mouth of one of the deepest Great Lake ports. For years, over 30% of the Captains and First Mates employed in shipping on the Lakes came from this quiet fishing town in the Bruce...

Pale was the wounded knight, that bore the rowan shield Loud and cruel were the raven's cries that feasted on the field Saying "Beck water cold and clear will never clean your wound There's none but the witch of the...