"O Oysters," said the Carpenter, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.
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 taking it all away The music, the tongue and the old refrains You're coming here to play But you're pulling the roots from a dying age
Remember the Buachaille Mor Reaching for the skies from the barren shores Watching o'er the village of Burns And counting the days since the gael kept home
Well, 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?
Chorus: Here come 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 this 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 homes of old Empty for the sake of summer's cause
Yes, you're taking it all away The music, the tongue and the old refrains You're coming here to play But you're pulling the roots from a dying age
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings This he said to me "The greatest thing You'll ever learn Is just to love And be loved In return"
^^ That is spectacularly good Bryter (So far: Half way through but would like to watch the whole thing with my missus tomorrow, so stopped it.) Thanks for that.
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings This he said to me "The greatest thing You'll ever learn Is just to love And be loved In return"