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Horo Haradala
01:52
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Horo haradala horo
haradala horo haradal heingi handan.
Dance to your shadow when it's good to be living lad
Dance to your shadow when there's nothing better near x2
Horo haradala horo
haradala horo haradal heingi handan.
Hin hin haradala hin hin haradala hin hin haradal hin haradal ho x2
There are tunes in the River Otter, pools in the river Water
pools in the river, and the river calls him x2
Hin hin haradala hin hin haradala hin hin haradal hin haradal ho x2
Horo haradala horo
haradala horo haradal heingi handan.
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The Clan MacDonald
05:14
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In Glencoe, MacDonald, dwelt in misty swirls on the braes
owned the land, ruled the clan, ruled the braes.
Till the kings men in their red coats, with thundering hoof and sword
took the land, taxed the crops, jailed our lords.
The highlander code, don't bar the door,
he who enters will be a friend,
See our red and green standard,
MacDonald defend
The right to our freedom, our peace, our own ends
Till a Kingsman, sent a clansman, with wiley smiles who said
"here's an oath signed in blood", yes and oath, signed in blood,
"drop your swords, end this war, peace will reign".
The highlander code, don't bar the door
he who enters will be a friend
now peaceful our slumber
easy our dreams, no enemy lurking we're safe now it seems
ahh
In Glencoe, MacDonald died in misty swirls on the braes,
lost the land, lost the clan, lost the braes
when the kings men in their black cloaks
crept in at night as we lay
see the land washed in blood
see the clan washed in blood
torched the thatch, torched the crops
red the braes.
The highlander code, don't bar the door
he who enters will be a friend
See our red and green standard
see our banner alight
taken in slumber taken at night
ah ah
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3. |
Warriors Cry
04:16
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Hills rolling snow falling, cars flashing by
how the scent of a memory
brings hero's to life
Mobiles and Sell by's
amid circles of stone
and I swear when I listen
he's calling me home
Flesh painted blue for the bluster
and the kiss of a sword bronze and wide
and when I look inside
I hear a warriors cry
hear a beat on a skin drum
though the song of the bard's dead and gone
I know what he's saying
He's calling me home
Behold the seasons
revere the long day
in our progress, we lost you
somehow on the way
stare into grey mist, to green lands
the blood moon on the rise
feeds the heart of a people
and pulses in mine
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Mull of Kintyre
04:38
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Mull of Kintyre, Oh mist rolling in from the sea
my desire is always to be here, oh Mull of Kintyre
Far have I travelled and much have I see,
dark distant mountains and valleys of green
past painted deserts, the sunset's on fire
as he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, Oh mist rolling in from the sea
my desire is always to be here, oh Mull of Kintyre
Sweep through the heather, like deer in the glen
carry me home to the place I knew then
nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, Oh mist rolling in from the sea
my desire is always to be here, oh Mull of Kintyre
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Christine Weir Cape Town, South Africa
Scottish born Singer, song writer, Christine Weir's compositions reflect her love of Scottish Traditional music and all
things Celtic.
Her recent EP 'Death be not Proud' featuring tin whistle, bagpipes and fiddle was written when she came to terms with the loss of her brother and her battle with breast cancer.
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