The Irish Stranger

Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger,. That wanders so far from his home,. That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger,. That knows not from which way for to roam..

Insatiable (part 1)

Curse this insatiable weakness of ours. That crawls through us ever so slight. And dulls our sensations as deep as they are. They're born in the blink of an eye.

Stutter

I dream about stars here. I dream about bringing you a parade. We read foreign papers. Pretend were hiding from an air raid. . But I can't know. Why I always stutter.

The Humours Of Whiskey

Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers. About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout. With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions.

Inland Sea

Stay calm, stay calm*. Relax your limbs gently float to earth. Hear the laughing of the Inland Sea. And know your mind is where you're meant to be. Wake up, wake up.

The Haughs Of Cromdale

As I came in by Auchindoun. A little wee bit frae the town. When to the Highlands I was bound. To view the Haughs of Cromdale. . I met a man in tartan trews.

Everthing'll Be Allright

The Gold Claddagh Ring

It being a fine morning, this young man he chose. That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes. . And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes.

How Near How Far

Looking back in time. Through verses set in nursery rhyme. At oil painted eyes. Of muses left behind. I swear I know not why. Those eyes have always left me dry.

The Gaberlunzieman

THE GABERLUNZIEMAN. . Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea. Wi' mony guild-e'ens and guid-days tae me. Sayin', "Guid wife for your charity. Would you lodge a leal poor man?".

Homage

The Exile Of Erin / Air: I Mo Sheasamh Ar An Tra (as I Stand On The Beach)

THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin.. The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;. For his country he sighed, when at twilight reparing.. To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill..

Heart In The Hand Of The Matter

The Banks Of Sweet Dundee

There was a fair young lady so lately I've been told. She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woes;. Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked quite well.

Half Of What

The shape of your head is a twist of the truth. The skulls on these walls, are they connected to you?. The stars are like eyes climbing out of a mist.

Take Her In Your Arms

Have you seen him on the corner. And his lip would reach the pavement.. He's been hiding from his razor,. Is he not an awful sight?. In love he was the purist,.

Tak' It, Man Tak' It

When I was a miller in Fife,. Losh! I thought that the sound o' the happer. Said, ``Tak' hame a wee flow to your wife,. To help to mak' brose to your supper.''.

Halcyon Days

There, but for the grace of our Gods go you and I*. Down roads none dare to follow. Sands buried the graves of our former lives. Smile and wave and let them go.

Tae The Weaver's Gin Ye Go

My heart was ance as blythe and free. As simmer days were lang,. But a bonnie westlin weaver lad. Has gart me change my sang.. . Chorus:. Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maid,.

To You

Jimmy can we talk a minute?. I've got some things that I need to get off of my chest.. . I know that we've had a few and it's far too late but if I wait I might never tell you..