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  • 11/25/2017
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LEAVING CAROLINA by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)

 

Well, my head’s stuck on the pillow

‘Cause I know it’s time to go

As daylight falls on Charleston

My mood is oh so low

And I’m walking down the garden

Only look back to close the gate

One last run in the Chevy

On Columbia interstate

 

Farewell ye’ Battery

And your projects

Where hope grows thin

 

I’m leaving Carolina

Of times we’ve had the best

Just one last stop to make

Before I touch down in Inverness

And that’s to say goodbye to you

My heart is pulled down and torn in two

I am leaving Carolina

 

All the palmtrees by the roadside

Are waving in the wind

The sun dips on the skyline

The new day forth to bring

 

Last night weighs heavy

On a heart that’s very low

 

I’m leaving Carolina....

 

Southern comfort afore you go

While Fogerty plays on the radio

 

I’m leaving Carolina...

 

I am leaving Carolina

On the early morning plane

Yes, I am...

 

 

 

BABY IT'S COLD TONIGHT by Ann-Sofie Jonsson MANUS (STIM)

 

Baby it's cold tonight

Babe we better sit close

Wrap up warm and stick tight to each other

 

Baby it's dark tonight

Babe we better stay close

Hold a candle to my darkest corners like I'll do yours

 

Don't run with the devil just to keep warm

Don't think there's noone on your side

The deeper the dark, the more powerful the flame

Baby when it's cold outside

 

It can get lonely now

Babe we better stand close

Stretching our arms out, reaching for each other

 

But it can get better now

Babe we better keep our faith

Tending it like a flower's promise to bloom

 

Don't run with the devil just to keep warm

Don't think there's noone on your side

The deeper the dark, the more powerful the flame

Baby when it's cold outside

 

 

 

HAUL AWAY by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)

 

Shore side boys waulk graith in the river

Whilst the South Deep chiels pitch to the wave

Lister draws warp to the barrel

Twice round the dolly and you haul away

 

Cape Cod girls are mighty pretty

And the Cape Cod boys would woo all day

South Deep lads chase their darlings

Must rise in the morning when the fleet's away

 

On the banks and knolls the bows are ploughing

The North Sea holes to where the fleet's away

Shoot and heave darlings of silver

Twice to the dolly and you haul away

 

 

 

RISE WITH THE RIVER by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)

 

In the currency of currencies

And the climate of economies

Plummet like the mercury that made them

In spite of hard-earned lessons laid

The crosses borne from crosses made

Time is all it seems remains unchanging

 

The more the flood the less the floe

Pretty soon we all must go

Rise with the river

 

Rise with the river

When the tables turn what do you learn

A handful of nothing

Rise with the river

Ford into the raging stream

And leave those fallow banks

 

In place of charity within the land

It's the occupation of the sand

And a population on a strand that's breaking

The more the blood upon the sand

The less we seem to understand

That time is a river

 

Rise with the river…

 

In spite of hard-earned lessons laid

The crosses borne from crosses made

Time is all it seems remains unchanging

 

Rise with the river…

 

Rise with the river…

 

Rise with the river

Just a handful of nothing

Just a handful of nothing

When the tables turn what do you learn

When the tables turn what do you learn

Just a handful of nothing

 

 

 

TURNING A CORNER by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)

 

"This land is your land, this land is my land"

So who made the borders?

From those highbrow echelons

Past the mid ground denizens

To the low-lying quarters

 

The greatest gift to the common man

Was the promised land

Land of the free

Thereupon are many corners for turning

Turning, turning to the sweetest mysteries

Turn away from darkness

Embrace the light

Turn away from the solitude of the lonely, lonely night

Turning a corner, turning out, turning free

 

When you wanna give in, then your ship comes in

Too many battles fought and lost for wars you just ain't winning

When your deal goes down, what's left comes around

And you can't tell a start from a beginning

 

The greatest gift...

 

When you wanna give in...

 

Making peace with an enemy

The olive branch in Gethsemane

Truly turning a corner

Gaining ground on the distance

Easing into deliverance

And a newfound order

 

The greatest gift…

 

When you wanna give in…

 

 

 

THE BONNIEST LASS IN A' THE WARLD (original lyrics by Carolina Oliphant (1766-1845), also known as Lady Nairnie, now reworked and added to by Ann-Sofie Jonsson MANUS (STIM))

 

The bonniest lass in a' the warld,

I've often heard them telling

She's up the hill, she's down the glen

She's in yon lonely dwelling

 

Is it Kate, is it Susie,

is it Jean or is it May

Is it Effie or Bess

I've never heard them say

 

The bonniest lass is kind and sweet

as dew upon the pansie

But nane could bring her to my mind

Wha lives but in the fancy

 

Is it Kate, is it Susie,

is it Jean or is it May

Is it Effie or Bess

I've never heard them say

 

Now lasses keep a gude heart

Ne'er let envy darken your day

For be your eyes black, blue or gray

Ye're bonniest aye to your lad

 

The tender heart, the charming smile

The truth that ne'er will falter

Are charms that never can beguile

And time can never alter

 

 

 

ROVER (ROLLING HOME) by John Mitchell MANUS (STIM)

 

Another day upon the rove

Wandering the road less known

Per chance to find my way

Pride of the summer

From where and whence I roamed

Back to where the breakers roll

Step right on

Step right on

 

I'm a rover

I'm a rolling stone, rolling home

A brave returning

From the great unknown

It's been such a long time

Since the diesels turned

I can hear the calling

Step right on

Step right on

 

There's a point on the hill

Just below the sill

Where oft' times I found Nancy

And stole the day where the breakers roll

As chance did take my fancy

 

I'm a rover

I'm a rolling stone, rolling home

A brave returning

From the great unknown

It's been such a long time

Since the diesels turned

I can hear the calling

Step right on

Step right on

Step right on

 

 

 

SEPTEMBER by Ann-Sofie Jonsson MANUS (STIM)

 

Now the leaves in our garden are painted in yellow

softly fall in an old-fashioned waltz

Cover the ground with a blanket of sweet dreams

quietly singing its well-known lullaby

 

The geese fly above us so near we could touch them

their eager wings hurrying south

Under our ceiling of satellites and planets

one shooting star holds a promise of next year

 

Hush now my friend, all must come to an end

Dream of blue waves and of long sunny days

Now summer's away but you and me stay

Deep in sleep until spring wakes in May

 

The air is so clear as the sun gently settles

pouring gold onto hillsides and homes

And the man in that full moon knows the secrets of summer

He's whispering to us as we walk side by side

 

So light us a fire, let's gather around it

sing songs and tell stories of old

Everything changes but nothing is new

as one season slumbers and the next one is born

 

Hush now my friend, all must come to an end

Dream of blue waves and of long sunny days

Now summer's away but you and me stay

Deep in sleep until spring wakes in May

 

 

 

SONG OF THE FIRTH by John Mitchell (music) MANUS (STIM) & George Gunn (lyrics)

 

There's a firth behind me

And a firth yet to come

I will swim out to the foreshore

And turn numb

 

Go slowly and go

I will hear your name

Whispered by the northern wind

'Cause nothing remains the same

 

And the song of the firth

Is the stretch of my life

I will go slowly now

So slowly

And change this world

'Cause nothing remains the same

 

 

 

STOCKHOLM by Jason Isbell (Kobalt Music Group), adapted into Swedish by Ann-Sofie Jonsson

Jag har hört om den himmelska ron
På väg hem en sen natt förbi Västerbron
Om en sommarvind mot en kind himlen blå
Men av allt det jag tänkte blev ingenting så

Färgerna bleknar när dag följer natt
“Sakta” blev “sen” hinner aldrig ifatt
Och till skillnad från förr när jag drömde mig matt
Stockholm, nu vill jag hem

Jag minns en vår som jag kallade höst
För mitt arv hette längtan, min själ sökte tröst
Genom skogar, under månens bleka sken
Till en frusen monark klädd i silver och sten

Skeppen i hamnen är fast liksom jag
Lättar sitt ankar och dröjer sig kvar
Men till skillnad från förr har mitt hjärta ett svar
Stockholm, nu vill jag hem

Alla dom jag känt
Vad gör dom nu och minns dom mig än?
Namn försvann, lämnade spår som finns kvar men dom fattas min famn

Skeppen i hamnen är fast liksom jag
Lättar sitt ankar och dröjer sig kvar
Men till skillnad från förr har mitt hjärta ett svar
Stockholm, nu vill jag hem
Nu vill jag hem
Nu vill jag hem