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The Life And Times Of Scrooge 

01. Glasgow 1877

02. Into The West

03. Duel & Cloudscapes

04. Dreamtime

05. Cold Heart Of The Klondike

06. The Last Sled

07. Goodbye, Papa

08. To Be Rich

09. A Lifetime Of Adventure

10. Go Slowly Now, Sands Of Time

 

 

 

GLASGOW 1877

"I remember it as if it was yesterday.

My papa took me to see the ancestral home of our clan.

The desolate castle on Dismal Downs, abandoned since the 17th century,

Now inhabited by no-one but golden eagles in its turrets and

Ptarmigan & grouse in the heather o'the clan cemetery.

In this sight of former glory, of ochre grass and bracken,

Sadness and hope, this is where I begin my story.

Rannoch moor, 1877, the eve of my 10th birthday..."


Tha 'n sgeul ag aiseig bu bràth

Toirt taic bho tiotain a tha gar deanamh mar a tha sinn

 

Howls on the moor

Dreams of sailing all seas

Call of the hills

And a fiddle of farewell

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INTO THE WEST

Downy's farewell:

 

Far, far into the night

Your calling guided you

Far, far across the dark

Horizon filled with red

And yearning of a childless ma

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DUEL & CLOUDSCAPES


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DREAMTIME


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COLD HEART OF THE KLONDIKE

The final frontier

Of utter solitude

Of wilderness untamed

 

Into White Agony Creek

The cradle of new hope

Many the spring thaws from home

 

O Me! O Life! Here in the wild

Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts

 

Charm of a dancehall girl

A true star of the north

Those precious 30 days

 

A letter in the snow

Love lost yet always there

A burning need of life

 

O Me! O Life! Home in the wild

Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts

 

O Me! O Life! Home in the wild

Nothing but two cold Klondike hearts

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THE LAST SLED

"There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting, it's luring me on as of old!

Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much as much as just finding the gold!

It's great, big, broad land 'way up yonder!

It's the forests where silence has lease!

It's the beauty that fills me with wonder!

It's the stillness that fills me peace!"

              -Robert W. Service

 

The great, broad land 'way up yonder

Haunting him as of old

Yet, it ain't the gold itself, so much as finding the gold

 

Farewell, White Agony Creek

Farewell, the three long years

Can't leave behind what's in this sled

 

Things we lost

The things we couldn't share

Another rainbow's end

Another memory

Fortuna favet fortibus

Hold on to all that's dear to you

As the last sled to Dawson finally arrives

 

The stillness that fills him with peace

The beauty of the wild

Rainbow's end with golden dreams

Starlit sky and coffee & beans

 

Farewell, White Agony Creek

Farewell, the three spring thaws

One day I will return to you

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GOODBYE, PAPA


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TO BE RICH

Silent night, silent years

The cold heart haunting still

Sleepless watch of the night

And her face on the moon

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A LIFETIME OF ADVENTURE

To be rich is

To still remember

To treasure your 1st dime

To have a chance to say farewell

 

Story of your life

Time of solitude and strife

Freedom of an open road

Hope, and many miles to go

Promises to keep

Countless goldfields to reap

To be rich is to seek

To relive a memory

 

Far-off lands quests of old

Self-respect true grit

Never cared what a fortune might buy

To seek is to be rich

 

Story of your life

Time of solitude and strife

Freedom of an open road

Hope, and many miles to go

Promises to keep

Countless goldfields to reap

To be rich is to seek

To relive a memory

 

All the strangers on your path

Crossroads, the letters from home

The cooling embers of a Yuletide hearth

All the sounds of wilderness

The truth in which you roamed

Now your lost Rosebud has brought you back home

 

Story of your life

Time of solitude and strife

Freedom of an open road

Hope, and many miles to go

Promises to keep

Countless goldfields to reap

To be rich is to seek

To relive a memory

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GO SLOWLY NOW, SANDS OF TIME 

Go slowly now, sands of time 

Still have some verses to pour 

This wonder of life has led me home 

Like a poet of Scotland once scribed: 

 

Home is the sailor 

Home from the sea 

And the hunter home from the hill

 

 Go slowly now, sands of time 

Still have a memory to make 

Dancing to Auld Lang Syne 

Thinking of the heather of home

 

 Home is the sailor 

Home from the sea 

And the hunter home from the hill 

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