Stan Rogers piosenki

Where the earth shows its bones of wind-broken stone And the sea and the sky are one I'm caught out of time, my blood sings with wine And I'm running naked in the sun There's God in the trees, I'm weak in the knees And the sky is a painful blue I'd like...

We live in fear of no one to love us Of feeling like an empty hole With no kind heart or strengthening hand To light the dark and secret soul. Behind the walls of lonely protection Afraid to give for what we may lose, And to hide our sin, or let someone...

Uncle Emmel's been gone now nearly ten days Told his wife he'd be gone for the fishin But in the waters off St. Pierre and Miquelon Isles The fishes come in bottles of gold If the Anne-Marie don't break and the Mounties stay blind, he'll be back before the...

Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW! A letter of marque come from the king, To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken...

Attend you all good countrymen, my name is Billy Green And I will tell of things I did when I was just nineteen I helped defeat the Yank invader, there can be no doubt Yet lately men forget the name of Billy Green, the Scout ‘Twas on a Sunday morn’ in Jun...

Take me back to my western boat Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's Where the hog-down sail And the Fog horns wail With my friends the Browns and the Clearys Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's Let me feel my dory lift To the broad Atlantic combers Where the t...

How early is "Beginning"? From when is there a soul? Do we discover living, or, somehow, are we told? In sudden pain, in empty cold, in blinding light of day We're given breath, and it takes our breath away. How cruel to be unformed fancy, the way in...

Sun is rising high, burning into the day, I will say goodbye, I'll be going away, Brush away my doubts, what tomorrow will hold, Feeling fine for now, going down the road To a city to sing, about the trees and the wind, 'Bout the hills in spring, and the...

It’s feeling like a wasted night The piano’s dead, the drummer’s tight The song’s gone cold but no-one seems to mind Evangeline I’ll try again some time I’ve heard it from a friend or two They say they like the things I do But friends are seldom more th...

I can almost hear some of you say “You’d think he’d have more sense at his age The crazy old man in the old tam-o-shanter’s Getting carried away” Sometimes it’s almost too much to stand But it’s not my place to take you in hand It used to be a man and h...

Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight, dark rows Feel the trickle in your clothes, blow the dust cake from your nose Hear the tractor's steady roar, Oh you can't stop now There's a quarter section more or less to go And it figures that the rain...

This day, a year ago, he was rolling in the snow With a younger brother in his father's yard. Christmas break - a time for touching home The heart of all he'd known, and leaving was so hard - Three thousand miles away, now he's working Christmas Day Makin...

It was in the spring this year of grace, with new life pushing through, That I looked from the Citadel down to the Narrows and asked what it's coming to. I saw Upper Canadian concrete and glass right down to the water line. I have heard an old song down on...

It was just like strapping 'em on and starting again, Coaching these kids to the top, and calling them men. I was a third round pick in the NHL And that's three years of living in hell, And going up flying, and going home dying. My life was over the boar...

We just lost sight of the Queensport light down the bay before us And the wind has blown some cold today with just a wee touch of snow Along the shore from Lazy Head hard abeam Half Island Tonight we'll let the anchor go down in Fogarty's Cove My Sally's...

Well, it's blackfish at play in Hermitage Bay From pushthrough across to Bois Island. They Broach and they spout and they lift their flukes out And they wave to a town that is dying. Now it's many the boats that have plied on the foam, Hauling away! Haul...

Oh the year was nineteen seventy-eight, (How I wish I'd never tried it now,) When a score of men were turned quite green By the scummiest ale you've ever seen God damn them all, I was told this beer was worth it's weight in gold We'd feel no pain, she'd...

Now there's no train to Guysborough, Or so the man said, So it might be a good place to be... I sit in this station, And I count up my change, And I wait for the Guysborough train... Now I've sat in your kitchens, And talked about walls, And I've sung...

That one behind you on the padded velvet throne, Don't turn around! You've seen that kind before. Wolves hang around here and they hunt the woods alone, Waiting for hearts to wander through the door. This bar has changed now that the hunter's hunted too....

Harris, my old friend, good to see your face again More welcome, though, yon trap and that old mare For the wife is in a swoon, and I am all alone Harris, fetch thy mare and take us home The wife and I came out for a quiet glass of stout And a word or two...