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When St. Cecelia Smiles
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When St. Cecelia Smiles
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
He walks the lanes and highways as he’s done most of his days
A minstrel and a troubadour just trying to make his way
Through the courts of lords and ladies singing songs to earn his pay
And he wonders where the next meal’s coming from
He stands up on the balcony and sings to those below
He wonders if they listen but he doubts he’ll ever know
He sometimes questions why he bothers but then this is the life he chose
And he’ll keep going as long as he can carry on
Cecelia watches over him as he steps onto the stage
And pours his heart and soul into the music that he plays
He tries his best to please her in his own unfaithful way
And when now and then he makes Cecelia smile
The music’s all that matters for a while
He drives the roads and highways as he’s done most of his days
And the white lines of the motorway are imprinted on his brain
As he flits from club to club and anywhere they’ll let him play
And he wonders where the next gig’s coming from
This music world he lives in where he earns his daily bread
Has passed its prime – but then again so has he it must be said
He wonders what it is that drives him when he’d rather rest instead
But he’ll keep going as long as he can carry on
Cecelia watches over him as he steps onto the stage
And pours his heart and soul into the music that he plays
He tries his best to please her in his own unfaithful way
And when now and then he makes Cecelia smile
The music’s all that matters for a while
Saint Cecelia watches over us as we step onto the stage
And pour our heart and soul into the music that we play
We try our best to please her in our own unfaithful way
And when now and then we make Cecelia smile
The music’s all that matters for a while
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Sunday Song
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The Sunday Song
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
When Sunday comes a crawling with an ambiance so thick and slow
We lie in bed all morning - no desire to get up and go
We’ve been lazing for a while now and it hasn’t been a minute too long
We lounge around amazed at how another week has flown along
When we feel the need to move we just wait until the feeling’s gone
We’ve been waiting for a while now and it hasn’t been a minute too long
So we’ll lie a while together and watch the world just drift along
And idly reminisce about where it was we started from
We’ve been together for a lifetime and it hasn’t been a minute too long
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3. |
We Stayed
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We Stayed
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
We Stayed
We could have gone but no – we stayed
We watched them board their ships
And sail away across the sea
But we stayed here
They left here laden with their hopes and all their dreams
To find a brighter future and a better life to lead
And they took with them all prayers we hoped they’d need
But we Stayed
We could have gone but no – we stayed
We watched them board their ships
And sail away across the sea
But we stayed here
They crossed the ocean to some land they’d never known
And fought so hard to make a life to call their own
But we fought just as hard to change things here at home
Where we Stayed
We could have gone but no – we stayed
We watched them board their ships
And sail away across the sea
But we stayed here
There they settled and had children of their own
Countless generations now in the only land they’ve known
But somewhere deep inside their heart they still call this their home
Where we Stayed
We could have gone but no – we stayed
We watched them board their ships
And sail away across the sea
But we stayed here
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4. |
Smuggler's Moon
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Smuggler’s Moon
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
Oars dip into the water – men pull hard towards the shore
Boats full of good French brandy, rare French wines and Spanish Port
Delivered straight from Calais – Boney’s men will not be pleased
But when you want a Frenchman’s silence, English gold is all you need
We’re home no need to worry we’re safer now than tongue can tell
English gold won’t just buy Frenchmen but English excise men as well
Dreams bought and sold
French goods for gold
By the smuggler’s moon
At last we make the shoreline – haul our hopes and dreams ashore
Make our way towards the docks where sin is naked, raw and sore
Where Evil waits to take its chances – Dreams are sold and dreams are bought
Men go there to chase the ladies – ladies go there to be caught
Dreams bought and sold
French goods for gold
By the smuggler’s moon
Oars dip into the water – men pull hard away from shore
Heading for that ship at anchor waiting just outside the port
We’ll take her back to Calais, fill her full with goods again
And raise a brandy to the health of French and English Excise men
Dreams bought and sold
French goods for gold
By the smuggler’s moon
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Fishermen's Tales
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Fishermen’s Tales
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
I stood at the harbour and watched them embark
Then sail away into the waves
And I wondered what stories they’d care to bring back
Should they ever get back home again
It must be amazing, I thought to myself
To be going where they were to go
I was young and naive and I hadn’t been long
In this world so what did I know?
When the fishing fleet came heavy laden and full
With the harvest they’d dragged from the deep
The smiles of the fishermen shone bright and clear
They were home safe and sound from the sea
The harbour packed tight boats were moored side by side
I believed it would always be so
I was young and naive and I hadn’t been long
In this world so what did I know?
They told me they’d sailed o’er the oceans and sailed o’er the main
Sailed ‘round the world then sailed back again
They’d seen mermaids and monsters – what tales they could tell
And they barely escaped from the fires of hell
They barely escaped from the fires of hell
I’d stand at the door of a harbourside bar
And hear them all drinking inside
You could feel them relax in the smoke and the booze
And slowly the volume would rise
The swearing and laughing would work itself up to
An unrecognisable roar
I was young and naive and I hadn’t been long
In this world so what did I know?
They told me ….
Now the port is deserted, the harbour is dead
And the bar is all shuttered and closed
The boats have all gone and they say that the quayside
Is haunted by fishermen’s ghosts
The speed of the change breaks your heart but remember
It doesn’t seem so long ago
WhenI was young and naive and I hadn’t been long
In this world so what did I know?
They told me ….
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The Twa Corbies
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The Twa Corbies
Trad. Arr Dave Gibb ©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies makin a mane;
The yin untae tither he did say,
"Whar sall we gang and dine the-day?"
"In ahint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
Naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound an his lady fair."
"His hound is tae the huntin gane,
His hawk tae fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady's tain anither mate,
So we may mak oor dinner swate."
"Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike oot his bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We'll theek oor nest whan it grows bare."
"Mony a yin for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken whar he is gane;
Oer his white banes, whan they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair."
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A Soldier's Song
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A Soldier’s Song
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
I have fought for survival and fought for beliefs
I’ve been fighting since time first began
Since we learned to walk upright I’ve been marching to war
It’s a curse that’s the burden of man
I’ve been hailed as a hero and damned as a fool
By those I have sworn to defend
But no matter how far or how long I’m away
I just want to go back home again
I may not return in the way we had hoped
And not in the way we had dreamed
But if all that remain are the memories you hold
Then that will be all right by me
I fought in the heather on wild windswept hills
I have fought through the deserts of Spain
I fought for Raj – where my body lies still
And I fought through the Normandy Rain
I have fought as a hero and fought as a fool
I’ve cried and I’ve died all alone
But no matter wherever this body may fall
The spirit will find its way home
I may not return in the way we had hoped
And not in the way we had dreamed
But if all that remain are the memories you hold
Then that will be all right by me
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8. |
Said The Captain
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said the Captain
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
We were heading home from god knows where
We’d sailed too long beneath the eastern moon
I was surprised we’d made it home this far
Through storms and gales and tempests and typhoons
Don’t worry – said the captain
We’ll be home and dry by Sunday afternoon
We cleared the Bay of Biscay
Where so many honest sailors meet their doom
The sails were filling nicely
So we knew we would be home in harbour soon
Don’t worry – said captain
We’ll be drinking beer by Sunday afternoon
Two years is far too long
For any honest man to spend away at sea
And I swear that when we’re home
Then it will be an honest life on land for me
Don’t believe it – said the captain
Cause by Monday you’ll be back on board with me
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Towton
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Towton
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
Cock Beck: a large proportion of the Lancastrians died trying to cross this swollen stream during the rout.
They followed their captains and followed their lords
They swore their hearts would never fail
Bound by their honour to fight for their cause
Believing right would prevail
The battle lines drawn at the first light of dawn
Eighty thousand men or more, so I’ve been told
They stood in their lines for the word to march on
Through the snow and the wind and the cold
So many dead the Cock Beck could not hold them all
It burst its banks with blood they say
We saw them fight, we saw them run and we watched them fall
Through the snow and wind and hail
At Towton field that day
Souls drifted free till light slipped away
The butchered lying everywhere
And did the cause that was just win the day?
I suppose the dead don’t really care
So many dead the Cock Beck could not hold them all
It burst its banks with blood they say
We saw them fight, we saw them run and we watched them fall
Through the snow and wind and hail
At Towton field that day
So many dead the Cock Beck could not hold them all
It burst its banks with blood they say
We saw them fight, we saw them run and we watched them fall
Through the snow and wind and hail
At Towton field that day
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10. |
When I'm Gone
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When I’m Gone
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
Every day I wake to face the same old song
Every day I wake to face the same old song
And I wonder will you still be smiling when I’m gone
The days roll by and time drifts along
The days roll by and time drifts along
And I wonder will you still be smiling when I’m gone
You will be my ruin and I cannot be saved
You will be my ruin and I cannot be saved
It’s not cigarettes or whisky but its you who’s going to send me to my grave
The days roll by and time drifts along
The days roll by and time drifts along
And I know in my heart you’ll be smiling when I’m gone
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Vagabond Road
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Vagabond Road
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
A thousand miles or more have passed under my feet
Since I first decided I had to break free
The table of life had been laid out for me
Take it all – they said, take all that you need
I don’t know what went wrong
Somewhere deep in my brain
I turned my back on it all
But lord how I wish I was back there again
I’ll find a place where I hope I will never be known
And let the gypsy wind blow my soul and my bones
Down that vagabond road
Take to the road I thought and you’re bound to go far
Learn to live off the land and sleep under the stars
Strum your troubles away on your trusty guitar
But your troubles will find you wherever you are
All the dreams disappear
Leaving only the pain
Pain that’s caused by the fear
Of knowing that I may never see them again
I’ll find a place where I hope I will never be known
And let the gypsy wind blow my soul and my bones
Down that vagabond road
All the failures are mine
And they all take their toll
Accumulating with time
In the end you’re left standing with nothing at all
All my bridges are burned and I’ve nowhere to go
So I search for those dreams further on down the road
All the futures I held in the palm of my hand
Now they’re gone and they’re no longer mine to command
I don’t know what went wrong
Somewhere deep in my brain
I turned my back on it all
But lord how I wish I was back there again
I’ll find a place where I hope I will never be known
And let the gypsy wind blow my soul and my bones
Down that vagabond road
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12. |
Dublin Bound
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Dublin Bound
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
To help our understanding of our people’s bygone days
We thought we’d build a boat straight out of history
Trying to rediscover all the ancient craftsmen’s ways
We would build a longship fit to sail across the raging sea
Time and trial and error and a lot of hard earned sweat
Were rewarded well with secrets newly found
The beauty, form and lines were things that no one would forget
We knew that at last it was time we were Dublin bound
When the crew was all aboard and everybody in their place
And all the stores were safely packed away
It was time to take our leave and head away into the waves
With the blood of our forefathers pounding in our veins
The way we skimmed across the water - how we settled in the waves
We just knew that we would all be safe and sound
Outside Roskilde harbour all the oars were pulled on board
We hoisted the sail and at last we were Dublin bound
We come in peace – we’ve left behind
Our axes, swords and flame
We’ll forgo the plunder this time
Leave your gold and silver plate
But you’ll know that we’ve arrived
Because believe me when I say
The pubs and clubs of Dublin
Won’t forget the day the Vikings came again
We headed first for Norway closely following her shores
Then we made our way across the Northern Sea
We stopped a while in Kirkwall – bringing memories galore
Swapping stories and remembering where their heritage had been
We journeyed through the waters our forefathers would have known
Sailing smoothly through the minches and the sounds
Past the lochs and islands that we used to call our own
We left them behind in our wake – cause we were Dublin bound
We come in peace.....
We had to make the journey – that’s the reason she was built
More than any craft – a longship’s born to roam
As we reached our destination with the harbour walls in sight
We could feel it in her timbers she was happy to be home
It’s a wonder how they did all this a thousand years ago
Without knowing if they would get there safe and sound
They left their homes and families and sailed into the waves
With only one aim in their hearts – the were Dublin bound
We come in peace.....
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As Long Ago
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As Long Ago
©Dave Gibb 2009 PRS/MCPS
You’d think by now we’d know
That time must take its toll
As we drift along life’s road – you’d think we’d know
The years have drifted by
But we’re still the same inside
And the smiles are just a wide as long ago
It took some time but now we’ve learned at last
Life really doesn’t have to be so fast
Take it easy - let it flow
All in all we’ve done OK
As we made our merry way
Through so many yesterdays - Where did they go?
It took some time but now we’ve learned at last
Life doesn’t have to be so fast
Take it easy - let it flow
The years have drifted by
But we’re still the same inside
And the smiles are just a wide as long ago
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Dave Gibb Wanlockhead, UK
Left Handed, Balding, Post Menopausal, Songwriting Folky from Scotland’s Highest
Village.
A singer of songs and a teller of tales from the hills of Dumfries & Galloway who happily fingerpicks his way through life’s travails.
Songs funny or sad, happy or grim, meaningful or meaningless played fast or slow (sometimes both at the same time)…….He likes a giggle.
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