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The Brakeman's Daughter
03:52
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Took a job in a factory by the railway side
Where the trains roll by, where the trains roll by
And a girl that was working there caught my eye
Where the trains roll by, where the trains roll by
She moved like a shadow 'cross the factory floor
Where the trains roll by, where the trains roll by
And I was watching from the shipping door
Where the trains roll by, where the trains roll by
And the lonesome sound of the whistle's moan
Echoes in my blood and bones
Leaves me standing all alone with
What we keep inside
And the lonesome whistle's siren sound
Echoes Queen Street up and down
Echoes all around the town
And across the river wide
Upstairs is the insect click of the boards
Where the trains roll by, where the trains roll by
It's all ones and zeros and never a word
Where the trains roll by, where the trains roll by
We were putting in windows looking south
Where the trains roll by, where the trains roll by
She caught me standing with no words in my mouth
Where the trains roll by, where the trains roll by
And the lonesome sound of the whistle's moan
Echoes in my blood and bones
Leaves me standing all alone with
What we keep inside
And the lonesome whistle's siren sound
Echoes Queen Street up and down
Echoes all around the town
And across the river wide
Took a job in a factory by the railway side
And a girl that was working there caught my eye
It's a world I could visit but could never stay
I'll be gone by tomorrow at the end of the day
And the lonesome sound of the whistle's moan
Echoes in my blood and bones
Leaves me standing all alone with
What we keep inside
And the lonesome whistle's siren sound
Echoes Queen Street up and down
Echoes all around the town
And across the river wide
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Fare Thee Well
04:03
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Fare Thee Well, my own true love
Farewell for a while
I'm going away
But I'll return if I go
Ten thousand miles
Ten thousand miles
My own true love
Ten thousand miles or more
And the rocks may melt
And the seas may burn if I
No more return
Can't you see
Yon lonesome dove
Sitting on yon ivy tree
She's weeping for
Her own true love as I
Will weep for mine
Oh come back
My own true love
And stay a while with me
For if I had a friend
All on this earth, then you'd be
That friend to me
You'd be that friend to me
That friend to me
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Allen Water
03:31
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Standing On The Shore
04:07
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Through the mist my ship has sailed, leaving me behind
With all the things left unsaid, that were in my mind
When I stood on its deck, strangely things I saw
Strangely they have vanished now, standing on the shore
Memories of the seas I sailed, lands I gazed upon
When I stood to draw the chart, all of them were gone
When I stood on its deck, strangely things I saw
Strangely they have vanished now, standing on the shore
Sandy hills lying round, nothing standing clear
Softly light is falling through, time was never here
Headlands fading out of sight, horizons dissapear
Hazy shores and silent seas, nothing do I hear
Air and water, grass and sand, merging into one
In the silence of all of this, I am still alone
The logbook closed, the ship has sailed, as it has done before
Where she sails no tongue can tell, no one was on board
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The Watchmaker
04:31
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I know she rose early, 'cause I heard her sweet singing
Echoing over the flowering heath
She gathered the willow, the elder and the linden
The holly and the ivy, twined into a wreath
Oh, the notes you are forming, I long to posses them
They leap from your tongue and ascend on the breeze
Had I risen early from bed in the morning
Then I would have hold of the notes you release
So she gave me the wreath, and she sang like a starling
With my fingers entwined in her feathery hair
But she pushed my away and said Alasdair darling
When a song's on the wind, it belongs to the air
So Polly she sings as she sits at her spinning wheel
And Mary she sings as she jumps with her rope
And Johnny he sings while fetching the herring creel
And Billy he sings as he rolls down the slope
The whole house is singing, the whole house is singing
The rafters are ringing and the timbers are thrown
The whole house is singing, the whole house is singing
The whole house is singing, and this is their song
We are stronger when the moon glows in the sky
And causes the tide to rise and to rise
And the weed that is carried upon the drawing foam
We will gather to bedeck our happy home
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Wendell's Wedding
05:15
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Kalos Tacoma, Washington
Kalos is made up of three innovative interpreters and composers of Celtic roots music: Eric McDonald, Ryan McKasson and Jeremiah McLane. They are masters of tradition who set the standard for traditional repertoire with an underlying drive and pulse charged with rhythmic electricity and integrity. ... more
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