Partially an excuse to make people listen to Runrig. This band are in my genes. I remember being held aloft at an outdoor Runrig gig when I was five or six, getting really into it! Plus at every family wedding they always play this version of 'Loch Lomond', because it's five minutes from my house and you can see Ben Lomond from my window, true story.
I love when I get an excuse to get all teary eyed and nationalist. The Romans never managed to put us down for long, bbs! They did manage to get up there, but the Emperor kept dying at York. Scottish people are genuinely still proud of the fact that they built walls to keep us in. Or out, whichever way you want to look at it. What do you expect from a country that chose it's national flower based on the fact a Viking once stepped on it?
p.s please do not mention Braveheart to me unless you want a lecture about walls and seige engines. I wish that movie would DIAF.
1. Loch Lomond Live
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines on Loch Lomond.
Where me and tea tree my true love spent many day
On the banks of Loch Lomond.
2. Siol Ghoraidh (the geneology of Goraidh)
Eighteen teams of horses
On the field of Aird a Mhorrain
the young men were ploughing
On the day the Sleat people came
Black was the colour of the blood
That flowed like a flood to the land
The arrow, the long sword
Through the generosity
3. News From Heaven
By the mountainside, by the ocean blue
Where the struggle broke my heart in two
River of millions flow downstream
A golden highway to the sea of dreams
Morning comes, turn on the light
Deceive the day, delay the night
Ideologies come, ideologies go
A waste of words, and endless flow
4. Skye (live)
How can't you see
The wilderness growing free
Time wounded and scarred
Stroking away the years
It's hard to believe
But memories are old ghosts
Mountains of black and gold
Sunsets falling over the moor
Oh take me there
's na horo eile , horo bho
's na horo bho , hillean o
's na horo eille ho , Take me there !
5. Rhythm of My Heart
Oh, rhythm of my heart
is beating like a drum
with the words "I Love you"
rolling off my tongue.
No never will I roam,
for I know my place is home.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
I'll be sailing.
6. Hearts of Olden Glory
Like wind through your hands
There must be a place
Under the sun
Where hearts of olden glory
Word came like a hammer
Night fell down like a shroud
And it's caught me drinking, trying to turn back the clock
Through this industrial ghost town
I've known graft and I've voted well
Trying to keep the Lowlands red
But all I gets control in foreign hands
Other colours instead
8. Every River
But you came to me like the ways of children
Simple as breathing, easy as air
Now the years hold no fears, like the wind they pass over
Loved, forgiven, washed, saved
Every river I try to cross
Every hill I try to climb
Every ocean I try to swim
Every road I try to find
All the ways of my life
I'd rather be with you
Ugh, Scotland, I will never be able to quit you.