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Goldscaur

by Dave Gibb

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1.
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 02:49
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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We Stayed 03:43
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
4.
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 ©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 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 ©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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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 05:04
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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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 ©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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Dublin Bound 05:15
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 02:18
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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released January 1, 2009

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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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