There's Power In The Blood/down At The Cross (glory To His Name)

Would you be free from your burden of sin?. There's power in the blood, power in the blood.. Would you or evil the victory win?. There's wonderful power in the blood.

Macgregor's Gathering

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,. And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;. Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew,.

The Preacher And The Bear

Now the preacher sat up in the tree ,. Some sayhe hidded all night. Along about daylight he said"O Lord. If you don't hit that bear. You'll see one awful sight"..

Counting Off The Days

Counting off the days. How could I be so afraid?. Feeling nearer my gloom. So much nearer without you. I've been on the run. From the dirt you talk about everyone.

It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King

It was a' for our rightfu' King. We left fair Scotland's strand;. It was a' for our rightfu' King. We e'er saw Irish land, my dear,. We e'er saw Irish land..

Classic Arts Showcase

White glow of the TV set. Lights dancing on the screen. Voice-overs rise like minarets. Then fall diatonically. Should I answer a friend's distress call.

Is There For Honest Poverty (for A' That)

Tho' women's minds, like winter winds,. May shift, and turn, an' a' that,. The noblest breast adores them maist-. A consequence I draw that.. . Chorus.

The Old Rugged Cross/near The Cross

The Old Rugged Cross. On a hill far away,. Stood an old rugged cross,. The emblem of suffering and shame,. And I love that old cross,. Where the dearest and best,.

If I Never Spend A Morning Without You

It's morning o'er the Islands I love. And wild seas lie still, deep and blue. Though life has sent me troubles, I'll feel no pain. . If I never spend a morning without you.

Brainiacs's Daughter

I'd Cross The Wild Atlantic

Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore. Though coldly forsaken, it's you adore. And if you'd return then I'd make you my bride. Or I'd cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side.

Clair De Lune

I Mourn For The Highlands

I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and forsaken. The lands of my fathers the gallant and brave. To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken.

Bought Myself A Liarbird

Children Of The Hydra's Teeth

Hey, Ca' Thro'

Up wi' the carls o' Dysart,. And the lads o' Buckhaven,. And the kimmers o' Largo,. And the lasses o' Leven.. . Chorus.-Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro',. For we hae muckle ado..

The Fishin' Hole

Andy Griffith. Miscellaneous. Fishing Hole. Well now, take down your fishing pole and meet me at the fishing hole.. We may not get a bite all day but don't you rush away..

Hey How Johnie Lad

When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,. He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;. But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,. Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!.

Caterwaul

Eyes at night never see the day. Because it's not in my nature. Golden wings rise from the plane. They burn above the red earth. Scale these walls in front of me.

The Church In The Wildwood

There's a church in the valley by the Wildwood,. No lovelier place in the dell.. No spot is so dear to my childhood. As the little brown church in the vale..