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Capercaillie

Delirium


  1. Rann na Móna
  2. Waiting for the wheel to turn
  3. Aodann srath bháin (The slopes of strath bán)
  4. Cape Breton song
  5. You will raise again
  6. Kenny MacDonald's jigs (Instrumental)
  7. Dean sáor an spiórad
  8. Coisich, a rúin (Come on, my love)
  9. Dr.MacPhail's Reels (Instrumental)
  10. Heart of the Highland
  11. Breiseleach
  12. Delirium
  13. Servant to the slave

RANN NA MÓNA

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A Song in praise of Ran Na Móna

Lá brea aoibhinn samhraid `gus mé go tuirseach tiath-lag
Ni raibh a fhios dá laghadh ag duine ar bith an scéal deas a tharia dom
`Smé dul sios an cosán beag gan smaolneamh ar mo bhealach
Le boladh féir, tháinig dralocht san aer, is thosalg mo chroí a dhamhsa

Rachad go Rann Na Móna
Rachad go Rann Na Móna
An ati atá galánta, thíos chois na fairrge
Rachad go Rann Na Móna

I dtosach tá crann beithe, ar chúl tá crann rua
I lár tá fraoch corcra, is fulseóg beag faol chellt
`Stá amhrán ag an éan seo, go luath sa trathnóna
Maoldheamh ! Boladh déír is dralocht san aer, is ach an gcroí a dhamhsa

Taím cinnte beidh mo shaldh le fagháll, sa tobar bhfhulghidh mé uisce
Goldfidh mé bradán ó'n Fhairrge Mhór in aice ilom
`Sma fhaghann sibh cuirt ar an alt seo go luath insan oiche
Geallaim, buladh féir dralocht san aer, is dhéaningh bhur gcroí dhamsa

WAITING FOR THE WHEEL TO TURN

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Living in a place with time
Living in a place where reality is
Standing on a big broad line
Watching it all go by
Ah, but you're talking it all away
the music, the tongue and the old refrains
You're coming here to play
and you're pulling the roots from a dying age

Remember the Buachaille Mor
reaching for the skies from the barren shores
Watching over the village of burns
and counting the days since the gael kept home
but the stranger claims it now
sitting like a king with his gold from the south
don't you see the waves of wealth
washing away the soul from the land

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Here comes the Clearances my friend
silently our history is coming to life again
We feel the breeze from the storm to come
and up and down coast
we're waiting for the wheel to turn

Free were the fields of fern
Free was the fishing in the coves of care
empty are the horns of gold
empty for the sake of summer's cause
Yes, you're talking it all away
the music, the tongue and the old refrains
You're coming here to play
and you're pulling the roots from a dying age

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AODANN SRATH BHÁIN

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`S mi ri imeachd nam oanar enns an óg-mhadaim Mháigh
Feadh léantalichean uaine mar fhear-fuadain gun státh,
nuair a chunnaic mi a' ghruagach an taobh shuas dhiom a' támh
`s l ri nigh' a ciud aodaich mach air aodann Srath Bháin.

An sin dhírich mu suas farn'n robh gruagach mo ghráidh
is labhair mi rithe gu síobhalta tiáth:
"Tha biladhn' agus córr bhon a thóisich an grádh,
is ma bhitheas tu deónach ní sinn pósadh gun dáil.

"Gu pósadh, gu pósadh ro óg tha mi'n drásd'
gu bhell teang' alg do sheórsa dhéanadh fógradh `s gach ált;
gum blodh m'athair `s mo mháthair gam cháineadh gu bráth
nam pósainn do leithid, O fhieasgalch gun státh."

Ach a níonagan óga tha gun phósad `s gach áit',
na diúltaibh fir óga le mórchuls no táir.
Nach muladach dhómsa bhith gun phósad gu bráth
`s theudar fulreach nam aonar mach air aodann Srath Bháin.

THE SLOPES OF STRATH BÁN

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Walking out early alone in a morning in May
among green fields, an outcast and purposeless,
I saw a maiden who lived some way above me
as she washed her clothes out on the slopes of Strath Bán.

I then climbed upwards to the maiden I loved
and courteously and mildly I spoke to her:
"It's over a year since our love began,
and if you are willing we shall marry at once."

"Marry ? I'm too young to marry just now
your sort has a tongue that could cause trouble anywhere;
my father and mother would scold me forever more
if I were to marry the likes of you, you feckless young men."

But you young girl everywhere who are still unmarried,
don't go turning young men down through pride or contemp.
How sad for me to be unmarried forever more
I'll have to live alone, out on the slopes of Strath Bán.

CAPE BRETON SONG

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`Cape Breton Song' cannot be translated as the words have mutated in the course of oral transmission.


YOU WILL RAISE AGAIN

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Cold December dawn
The party's over and the thrill is gone
Tears are at your feet
They're running down the empty street

But I know for certain
Every time you fall
You will raise again
Above it all

Fly the way you do
The way you dream when love is new
Try to understand
It couldn't last the way you planned

But I know for certain
Every time you fall
You will raise again
Above it all

You'll wake to a different drum
in a place to call your own
Your world is shaking but a day will come
for a dream to take you home

But I know for certain
Every time you fall
You will raise again
Above it all

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DEAN SÁOR AN SPIÓRAD

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Day by day the haze of city lingers
burning these hills of stolen liberty
O tir, tir mo rún, O tir, tir mo chridhe

One day we'll find a young pretender
Kindle the fire of Gaeldoni's legacy
O tir, tir mo rún, O tir, tir mo chridhe

Turning a blind eye to the values of home
running the fast lane to belong
we'll see the light when the jewels of the crown are gone

Dean sáor, dean sáor an spiórad
is seinn d' orain beo

The Culaba to Nova Scotia Indians
carving their dream of pride and dignity
O tir, tir nan óir, O tir, tir na'dhaoine

Turning a blind eye to the values of home
running the fast lane to belong
we'll see the light when the jewels of the crown are gone

Dean sáor, dean sáor an spiórad
is seinn d' orain beo

Tog do shull dh'an larmailt
machair dubh nan stoir
faigh reull do'shliagha
lean I gu dan

Lift your eyes to the sky
a dark (fields of juwels)
find the star of your destiny
and dare to follow it

COISICH, A RÚIN

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Coisich, a rúin, hú il oro,
cum do ghealladh rium, o hi ibh o;
bei soraldh bhuam, hú il oro.
dha na Hearadh, boch orainn o.

Beir soraldh bhuam
dha na Hearadh
gu Seon Caimbeul,
donn mo leannan
sealgair geóidh,
róin is eala

Sealgair geóidh,
róin is eala
bhric a ní leum,
`n fhéid ri langan.

`S fluch an oldhche
nachd `s gur fuar i,
ma thug Clann Níll
druim a' chuain orr';

Ma thug Clann Níll
druim a' chuain orr'
luchd nan seól árd
`s nan long luatha;

Luchd nan seól árd
`s nan long luatha,
`s nam brataichean
gorm is usaine

`S nam brataichean
gorm is usaine
cha b'fhear cearraig
bheireadh bhuat I.

COME ON, MY LOVE

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Come on my love, hú il oro,
keep your promise to me, o hi ibh o;
take greetings from me, hú il oro,
over to Harris, boch orainn o.

Take greetings from me
over to Harris
to John Campbell,
my brown-haired sweetheart.

To John Campbell,
my brown-haired sweetheart
hunter of goose
seal and swan;

Hunter of goose
seal and swan;
of leaping trout of bellowing deer.

Wet is the night
tonight, and cold,
If the MacNeills
have put to sea;

If the MacNeills
have put to sea;
men of high sails
an swift ships;

Men of high sails
an swift ships;
and of banners
blue and green;

And of banners
blue and green;
no left-hander
could take the rudder from you.

HEART OF THE HIGHLAND

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Let the dance begin
lock away the fine china
and kick up the old stone floor
Where the train divides
upon Lomonside
hear the echo from forest to shore
Sailing over deep water
and dancing on air
If you close your eyes
you will be there.

Do you dream of a journey
taking you back to your home
where the cry from
the heart of the Highland lives on

When the morning breaks
overground undercover
they're waiting to sound the alarm
where the jets fly
look up and wonder now
could we be easy
without the armed guard
But the heart beats a river
flowing all around the world
the call is unspoken never unheard.

Do you dream of a journey
taking you back to your home
where the cry from
the heart of the Highland lives on

BREISELEACH

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Chaidh mi `n-dé dhan choille chaltainn
shireadh chnóthan airson bladh
ach `s e bh'air h-ulle geug ach
d' aodann-sa gam thriall.
chaidh mi'n-dé gu tráigh a' mhaoraich
lón de choilleagan a bhuain
nochd a h-ulle slige neamhnaid
d'áilleachd-sa a luaidh

Chaldh mi staigh dhan aon taigh-ósda
so do sglúrsadh as mo cheann

DELIRIUM

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I went to the hazelwood yesterday
seeking hazelnuts for food
but on every branch and twig
was your pursuing face.
I went to the fertile shore yesterday
to gather cockles for a meal
every single shell was filled with
your beauty my love

I went into the alehouse
to expel you from my head
every glass I raised your beauty
overflowed from it.
I went early to bed last night
to escape you in sleep
but you kept me awake till
I’d make you a song

I’d wish we were torn asunder
were we not apart
let your presence replace my image of you
and how I’d rejoice
You’ve brought me to foolish babbling
tiring friends with praise of you
when you return they’ll see that
my words are true

They’ll see mountains dance with ripples
mole and eagle step the reel
red rasp held by kind sea-tangle
sport before their eyes
They’ll see you and me make merry
lip to lip our breath as one
caressing thus forever
together our reward.

SERVANT TO THE SLAVE

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Leaving for an unknown shore
with every breeze just like a sigh
the sea is deep with tears of those before
with feelings like the seabirds cry
It gently took me by the hand
across the ocean blue
and placed me in a foreign land
far away from you

No more the ancient conversation
replies with just a nod
No fiddle plays a lamentation
no slowly burning sod
No smiles await on Ellis
fears of the unknown
Only tired hearts of the countless
people taken from their home

To be drawn across an ocean
this crooked path we pave
On earth’s eternal motion
to be a servant to the slave

Wait and years to be released
as the ground beneath you heaves
Turn your gaze to the East
reflect on what the cold wake leaves
To be drawn across an ocean
this crooked path we pave
On earth’s eternal motion
to be a servant to the slave

To be drawn across an ocean
this crooked path we pave
On earth’s eternal motion
to be a servant to the slave

To be drawn across an ocean
this crooked path we pave
On earth’s eternal motion
to be a servant to the slave

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