The Turning of the Year by Randall Stephen Hall

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The Turning of the Year.

 

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We travelled over to Scotland this year, to drive for the first time

up into the Highlands and over to the Isle of Skye. Just before the journey I had been

in touch with a few Scottish folk clubs to enquire about opportunities to dip my toe into the water. Glenfarg was the first to respond and even though they were over on the east coast I thought it would be interesting to go there via Pitlochry and back home via Glasgow where I visited the Star Folk Club to play a few songs too.

 

It was a great

 

The Turning of the Year.

By Randall Stephen Hall ©

 

I’m leaving here tomorrow

I am wont to go away.

The ship that I am sailing on

Is on the ocean spray.

Ten million waves will welcome me

To shake some hands with them.

If I survive and stay alive

A letter I will send.

 

I’m packing up this bag now

For it contains my life.

My family is far away

My babies and my wife.

I left them on the other side.

They waved me off the quay.

What ever will become of them

Without some help from me.

 

Chorus.

 

Row, row, row me boys

Row, row away.

Row, row, row me boys

We’ll hunt the whale today.

Row, row, row me boys

Can’t you see him break the sky?

Row, row row me boys

Help me, help me try

Help me help me try.

Help me, help me try.

Help me me help me try.

 

I’ve done some mighty things here

And I’ve done some dark things too.

Stuff that I’m ashamed of

I could barely tell to you.

But I won’t sing some sorry tail

For that would spoil the feast.

I’ll put it all behind me know

For time has tamed the beast.

 

Chorus.

 

I’m walking up these winding stairs

That wrap around my life.

From the darkness of the ship now

To the fragrance of your light.

But you are there to welcome me.

Thank God that you are here.

Love has come to find me

At the turning of the year.

 

Chorus.

 

 

 

 

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