Dougie MacLean

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie doon How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair? How can ye chant ye little birds And i sae weary full o' care? Ye'll break my heart ye warbling birds That wanton through the flowery thorn Ye 'mind me o' departed joys Departed n

Bonnie charlie's noo awa Safely o'er the friendly main Mony's a heart will break in twa Should he ne'er come back again And mony a traitor 'mang the isles Brak the band o' nature's law And many a traitor wi' his wiles Sought to wear his life awa And

Maclean Dougie The Dougie Maclean Collection Caledonia I don't know if you can see the changes That have come over me In these last few days I've been afraid That I might drift away I've been telling old stories, singing songs That make me think abou

Maclean Dougie The Dougie Maclean Collection Caledonia I don't know if you can see the changes That have come over me In these last few days I've been afraid That I might drift away I've been telling old stories, singing songs That make me think abou

Scots wha' hae wi' wallace bled Scots wham bruce has aften led Welcome to your gory bed Or to victorie Now's the day and now's the hour See the front o' battle lour See approach proud edward's power Chains and slaverie Wha will be a traitor knave? Wh

Another lonely, lonely night You didn't expect him but you thought he might But you won't lose any sleeping 'cause you know everything's all right And he'll come rolling home, rolling home He'll come rolling home to you And he'll come rolling home, r

From up here she said there's no compromise I've seen them laughing and they're in up to their eyes And all their clever words are whistling in the wind Whistling in the wind From up here she said you get the widest view Someone's watching no matter

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Instrumental 专辑:The Search 歌手:Dougie MacLean 歌曲:The Gael

Gloomy winter's now awa Soft the westlin' breezes blaw 'Mang the birks o' Stanley shaw The mavis sings fu' cheerie O Sweet the crawflowr's early bell Decks Glenifer's dewy dell Bloomin' like yer bonnie sel' My young my artless dearie O Come my lassie

He walks he does not run he has no overwhelming need to fly His heart remains unbroken no need to search the sky But me I've never found that place I wander recklessly ..and I know that she will find me I know that she will find me Even if I vanish w