HOLDING DOWN THE FORT          Composer/AR: D. M. Callan,  AR: Gopher Baroque

Ch:  St LAWRENCE RIVER SHE IS DEEP AND WIDE BUT YOU CAN STILL HEAR THE RUMOURS FROM THE OTHER SIDE. PRIMING OUR MUSKETS IS A LAST RESORT YET WE ARE FULLY DETERMINED TO KEEP HOLDING DOWN THE FORT.

 

 WELL THERE=S GUN SMOKE BLOWING CROSS THE BORDERLINE,  BUT IT=S THEIR REBELLION NOT YOURS AND MINE.  THEY THINK THEY=RE SAVING US FROM BRITISH RULE,  DO THEY REALLY THINK WE=RE ALL JUST CRAZY FOOLS?

 

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THERE=S MORE TO LIFE HERE THEN ICE AND SNOW OR ROCKY FIELDS WHERE ONLY DREAMS CAN GROW. OUR SOUTHERN COUSINS HAVE THEIR STRENGTH AND PRIDE BUT THEY=VE GOT TO LEARN TO KEEP IT ON THEIR SIDE.

 

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THERE=S A FORT ON THE HILL AND IT=S MADE OF ROCK IF YOU COME TO THE DOOR YOU=D BETTER KNOCK. THERE=S ROOM FOR ALL IN THIS PROMISED LAND BUT DON=T FORGET: ON GUARD WE STAND ...

 

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MY HUSBAND AND ME WE DID WHAT WE DID, WEDDING GIFTS IN A BARREL  AND A TOY OF THE KID=S. TOOK A LAST WALK THROUGH OUR EMPTY TOWN,  DOWN TO THE GOVERNMENT QUAY.

 WE WERE THE LAST ON THE OLD FERRY.

  

CHORUS:  PULLING OUT FROM PARSON=S HARBOUR,  MEMORIES FLOOD OUR MINDS.  WE=D LOOK BACK BUT FOG SHELTERS ALL THAT WE=VE LEFT BEHIND. PULLING OUT FROM PARSON=S HARBOUR. LEAVING OUR ISLAND HOME.  THOUGH WE SAIL AWAY WITH FAMILY AND FRIENDS WE=LL SOON STAND ALONE, WE=LL SOON STAND ALONE.

I HAD ME A DOG BUT HE WAS TOO OLD HE WAS MUCH TOO OLD FOR CHANGE. BUT DOG COULD STILL HUNT SO HIM I SOLD TO A NEIGHBOUR ACROSS THE WAY, WATCHED >EM CAST OFF INTO THE BAY

 

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NO PLANS TO FOLLOW NO WHERE TO GO GAVE MOST OF OUR THINGS AWAY. ONE YEAR LATER WE=RE DOWN IN BURGEO GUTTING FISH IN SOME BIG FACTORY, BUT IT=S NOT WHERE WE SHOULD BE. 
 

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*ALTERED LAST LINE OF CHORUS: WE=LL SOON STAND ALONE, WE=LL SOON STAND ALONE 

 

THE WORLD=S LAST DREAMER                   Composer/AR: D. M. CALLAN, AR: Gopher Baroque

 

PETER RABBIT=S  FOUND A NICE LITTLE HOLE, IN THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN OF EDEN. AND LITTLE ALICE WOULDN=T LEAVE WONDERLAND,  UNTIL SHE COULD FIND A GOOD REASON.

 

CH:         WHEN ONE LAST DREAMER WALKS THIS EARTH,    WE=LL ALL KNOW WHAT HIS VALUES ARE WORTH. HEY I=M A BELIEVER..., THE WORLD NEEDS DREAMERS.

 

SEE THEM ROCKING BY THE FRONT PORCH STAIRS TRADING THEIR THOUGHTS FOR PENNIES.

IT=S SO GREAT THEY=VE GOT ENOUGH TO SHARE, WITH THOSE OF US WHO HAVEN=T GOT ANY

 

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THERE=S STILL BEAUTY IN AN OLD ENGLISH GARDEN, OR THE PAGES OF A PICTURE BOOK. THERE=S STILL MAGIC IN THE MEMORIES OF THE OLD, WHEN THE YOUNG FIND THE COURAGE TO LOOK.

 

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CH:  + YES I=M A BELIEVER , WE ALL NEED DREAMERS

 

 GUSTAFSEN LAKE          Composer/AR: D. M. Callan,  Ar: Gopher Baroque

HAVE YOU HEARD THE GUNSHOTS FROM GUSTAFSEN LAKE? THEY=RE AN ECHO OF THE FUTURE

THE REMNANTS OF MISTAKES. WHILE WE HOLD EACH OTHER HOSTAGE NO ONE CAN WIN.  WHO WILL PAY THE PIPER FOR THEIR FATHER=S SINS?

  

IT=S RINGING IN THE WOODLANDS A WILD AND ANGRY BEAT. IT=S REFLECTED IN THE EYES OF THE PEOPLE ON THE STREETS. THE POUNDING OF THE PAVEMENT IS DRIVEN BY A CROWD

NO MORE SILENT QUESTIONS ANGRY WORDS ARE LOUD!

 

ONE WOULD CLAIM THE LAND ONCE TAKEN OR WAS LOST. ANOTHER WANTS TO SEPARATE HEEDLESS OF THE COST- THE FABRIC OF OUR MIDDLE CLASS IS TEARING AT IT=S SEAMS.

NO ONE WILL LISTEN BUT EVERYBODY SCREAMS!

 

SEE THE POLITICIANS WITH THEIR BACKS AGAINST THE WALL. WATCH THEM AND THEIR MINIONS STUMBLE AND FALL - SEEKING WORDS OF WISDOM THERE MAY PROVE TO BE UNWISE.  IF YOU ASK THEM NO QUESTIONS THEY=LL TELL YOU NO LIES!

 

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HAVE YOU HEARD THE GUNSHOTS FROM GUSTAFSEN LAKE? THEY=RE AN ECHO OF THE FUTURE THE REMNANTS OF MISTAKES. WHILE WE HOLD EACH OTHER HOSTAGE NO ONE CAN WIN. WHO WILL PAY THE PIPER FOR THEIR FATHER=S SINS?

 

 RED HEAD COVE       C/omposer/AR:   D.M. CALLAN,  AR: Gopher Baroque      

A PREACHER WENT A CALLING ONE WILD AND WINDY NIGHT, THERE WAS A SOUL IN PERIL A WAITING ON IT'S FLIGHT. HE CHOSE THE PATH BY THE WATER NEATH THE TWISTED TREES.  

THERE HE SPIED HEAVEN AND HELL AND ALL THEIR MYSTERIES. GOD'S MAN HAD A MISSION WITH HIS FAITH TO HEAL, ONE MORE SOUL FOR JESUS FROM SATAN HE WOULD STEAL.

BUT LUCIFER HAD HIS OWN PLAN A BIGGER FISH TO FRY. LURED THE HOLY ONE FROM HIS PATH HIS FAITH FOR TO TRY.

 

CHORUS:  DON'T GO DOWN TO RED HEAD COVE, WHEN THE STARS HAVE LEFT THE SKY. SATAN WILL BE DANCING TO THE THUNDER NO ONE WILL HEAR YOUR CRY. DON'T GO DOWN TO RED HEAD COVE, BY THE PATH ABOVE THE BAY.  THE DEVIL WILL TRY AND TAUNT YOU TILL HE WRESTS YOUR SOUL AWAY.

 

IT WAS COMING ON TO MIDNIGHT AND THE PREACHER WALKED ALONE, WHEN A BLIZZARD OVER TOOK HIM OBSCURING THE ROAD HOME. HE HUDDLED AGAINST THE GREAT ROCK TO WAIT THE LIGHT OF DAY, THEN THE HOSTS OF HELL GATHERED FOR TO PLAY. A BLACK CAT STRODE TOWARDS HIM HISSING TO HIS FACE THEN THE PREACHER KNEW HE WAS IN THE DEVIL'S PLACE. A SIGN OF THE CROSS VANQUISHED  THE DEMON IN A FIRE BALL, TO BE REPLACED BY A HELL HOUND ANSWERING HIS MASTER'S CALL.

 

GOD'S MAN REACHED OUT HIS SACRAMENT  IN TREMBLING FRIGHT, AFRAID TO TEST HIS FAITH ON SUCH A GODLESS SIGHT. IN THAT ONE WEAK MOMENT HELL HOUND BIT HIS HAND & THE HOST FELL UPON HIM WITH A POWER HE COULD NOT STAND. HIS FAITH HAD ONLY FALTERED ONE SECOND THAT EVIL NIGHT, TIME ENOUGH FOR THE DEVIL TO WIN THE UNHOLY FIGHT.

WHEN SUNLIGHT WOKE THE PREACHER  HE STILL BORE LUCIFER'S SCAR, PROOF THAT HELL CAN TEST YOUR FAITH NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE.

 

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IT=S COLDER TONIGHT          Composer/AR: D. M. CALLAN

AND IT=S COLDER TONIGHT THEN IT=S BEEN IN YEARS. YOUR WORDS CLOUD THE ISSUES  I CAN SEE THEM FROM HERE.  WE DROP BY DEGREES WHEN EVER WE FIGHT, IF YOU DON=T TURN AROUND I COULD TURN TO ICE TONIGHT.

  

FOR YEARS I NEVER NOTICED THE SNOW NEVER SAT BY MY WINDOW TO WATCH THE DRIFTS GROW. HOW DID IT HAPPEN ONCE WE WERE YOUNG IT=S ALMOST OVER NOW YET WE HAVEN=T BEGUN.

 

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WAITING THERE ALL THIS TIME IF I TOOK YOU FOR GRANTED I DIDN=T MEAN TO BE UNKIND.

SEARCHING FOR A FUTURE MISSING OUT ON WHAT=S HERE, IF YOU WANTED MORE YOU SHOULD HAVE MADE IT CLEAR.

 

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WOKE TO A KILLING FROST THE DAMAGE IS DONE AND ALL HAS BEEN LOST. WONDER IF SPRING COME IN SOFT WISTFUL RAIN IF WE=LL THAW ENOUGH TO FEEL THE WARMPTH AGAIN.

 

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 + IF YOU DON=T TURN AROUND I COULD TURN TO ICE TONIGHT,  IF YOU DON=T TURN AROUND I COULD TURN TO ICE. OH IF YOU DON"T TURN AROUND...

 

 

 KEEP IT IN MIND       Composer/AR D. M. Callan

ONE ROCK STANDS ON THE SKYLINE A PINACLE ON THE PLAIN AND THE WIND WEARIES IT=S SURFACE WEARING IT DOWN GRAIN BY GRAIN. IIF YOU BUILT A FORTRESS TO SURROUND THE STONE. WITH THE STRENGTH OF TIME AGAINST IT, ONE DAY AGAIN THE ROCK WOULD STAND ALONE.

 

CHORUS:    KEEP IT IN MIND NEXT TIME YOU STUMBLE, KEEP IT IN MIND NEXT TIME YOU FALL -YOU CAN RUN ALL YOU WANT UP THE DOWN ESCALATOR,  BUT YOU WON=T GET ANY WHERE AT ALL

 

ONE HORSE STANDS IN A MEADOW AS QUIET AS CAN BE, OH IF YOU TEAR DOWN HIS FENCES

THAT HORSE WOULD STILL NOT BE FREE. IF YOU STRIPPED OFF HIS SADDLE, DROVE HIM DOWN THE ROAD.  HIS STEPS MIGHT BE LIGHT - BUT HE WOULDN=T FEEL RIGHT, WITHOUT THAT EVERY DAY LOAD.

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SO THEY TURN AWAY FROM THE ALTAR WALK AWAY MAN AND WIFE. THEY ARE CALM UPON THE SURFACE AND READY TO DEAL WITH LIFE. THEY WILL BUILD A FORTRESS OUT OF BRICK  AND STONE. TO BEAR THE WEIGHT OF THE ODDS AGAINST THEM SO THEY WON=T HAVE TO STAND ALONE.

 

CHOURS: + OH YOU WON=T GET ANY WHERE AT ALL,  NO YOU WON=T GET ANY WHERE AT ALL

 

 WISH I COULD BUILD A CASTLE      Composer/AR: J. Singleton, D. M. Callan

WISH I COULD BUILD A CASTLE MADE OF THE FINEST GOLD. WISH I COULD STILL THE HANDS OF TIME, SO YOU WOULD NOT GROW OLD. I=D GIVE YOU SILVER PONIES AND ON THE CLOUDS WE=LL RIDE,  THROUGH RAINBOWS AND THROUGH DAYDREAMS TOGETHER SIDE BY SIDE.

 
BUT LIFE IS FULL OF CHANGES AS OUR STORIES WILL UNFOLD. AND I WILL TRY TO GUIDE YOU AS WE ARE GROWING OLD. SOMEDAY THERE=LL COME A CHILD DEAR, TO SHARE YOUR CASTLE FINE. THAT=S BUILT ON STRONG FOUNDATIONS, THE LOVE THAT=S YOURS AND MINE.

WIND, WHEELS AND WINGS              Composer/AR: D M. Callan, J. Singleton   AR: Gopher Baroque

WELL IT=S WIND WHEELS AND WINGSALL OF THE MODERN THINGS, THAT GET IN THE WAY, THAT GET IN THE WAY. WELL IT=S CARS, ROADS, THE BUS THINGS THAT SEPARATE US AND GET IN THE WAY, THEY GET IN THE WAY.  WELL THERE=S A LOT OF DIFFERENT WAYS TO GO, THERE=S A LOT OF DIFFERENT ROWS TO HOE. THEY GET IN THE WAY, THEY GET IN THE WAY.

  

WELL IT=S TIME PLACE AND SPACE COLOURS CREEDS AND RACE . THAT GET IN THE WAY, THEY GET IN THE WAY. WELL IT=S SONGS RUMOURS AND WORDS WONDERING >BOUT THE THINGS YOU=VE HEARD. THAT GET IN THE WAY, THEY GET IN THE WAY.  IT TAKES COURAGE TO COME OUT AND SAY, I WANT YOU, I THINK YOUR OKAY- NOTHIN=S IN OUR WAY, NOTHIN=S IN OUR WAY.

 

WELL IT=S LOVE HOPE AND HEART  KNOWING THERE=S A PLACE TO START TO WHAT YOU SAY, BUT NOT THE GAMES YOU PLAY. NOW IT=S NATURE=S RHYTHM AND RHYME KEEPING IT TO FOUR / FOUR TIME. GIVES A CHANCE TO SWAY, AND HOLD YOU CLOSE THAT WAY.  IT TAKES PLAIN TALK TO UNDERSTAND  AND REACHING OUT HAND TO HAND.  TO MAKE IT ALL THE WAY, TO MAKE IT ALL THE WAY.

 

IT=S HAVING FAITH, TIME AND TRUST BELIEVING THERE=S A ROAD FOR US. GROWING DAY BY DAY, WITH NOTHING IN THE WAY. WELL IT=S WIND, WHEELS AND WINGS ALL OF THE MODERN THINGS THAT GET IN THE WAY, THAT GET IN THE WAY.  SAY TO HELL WITH THE WHEELS AND WINGS, AND ANY OF THE OTHER THINGS THAT GET IN OUR WAY... THAT GET IN OUR WAY...      THAT GET IN OUR WAY!

  

BUSK, BUSK       (Trad.) AR: Gopher Baroque