Lyrics

 

Song Lyrics.

all lyrics are copyright © Steven Clark, unless otherwise stated.

Songtext A Year Has Gone By
At The Crossroads
Clydebuilt
Coming Home
The Darien Scheme
Don’t Look In The Pie
From Here You Can See Ben Lomond
Give Him Time
Hear The Drum
Home Again
Never Yet
Slightly More Than Half a Chance
Stand Up And Be Counted
Sure To Come Down
The Irn-Bru Song
The Pedestrian Pigeon
Tiny Fingers
When


At The Crossroads

Chorus
At the crossroads, at the crossroads.
Where every path must end.
At the crossroads, at the crossroads
I’ll see you there my friend.    

In the city of life, there are many busy streets
But there’s a crossroads where everybody meets
Whether you walk,    or whether you run,
We’ll gather at the crossroads at the setting of the sun.

Chorus

You can lie in your teeth, steal the shirts from their backs
And pile your money to the sky in empty shining stacks
You’ll leave all your toys, leave them all behind
When you come to the place where all the roads combine

Chorus

If life were a thing that money could buy
The poor could not live and the rich would not die
Count the friends around you, and love that you have known
And on the road be comforted that you are not alone

Chorus

We’ll meet at the crossroads, the humble and the grand.
To raise a glass in friendship and grasp a friendly hand
Then shoulder up our burdens, lighter than before
For the crossroads is the place where every road begins once more

A Year Has Gone By
 
In an orderly row, the cars stand in line
We're waiting the ferry - I hope it's on time
I think I should call you, and I pick up the phone
And then I remember why you won't be home
So I'm writing these lines to you
while it's still fresh in my mind
 
I can't believe that a year has gone by
The days pass like minutes and seasons, they fly
And so much has happened though not much has changed
After all
 
We're all much as you left us, but Dad's not been well
We hope he'll pull through, though you never can tell
He won't turn the calendar over to show
The day that he marked, I thought you should know
That he misses you more than
You'd ever think could be true
 
They've changed since you saw them, they're learning to fly
And they want to be up there, riding the sky
But a kite in the wind, needs someone on the ground
Keeping the line tight, and them safe and sound
So with hearts in our mouths
we watch and we hope they won't fall
 
I can't believe that a year has gone by
The days pass like minutes and seasons, they fly
And so much has happened though not much has changed
After all
 
I suppose that you stood and you felt your heart break
As we stumbled and fell and made our mistakes
How did you hold all those tears left unshed?
Too many words spoken,so much left unsaid,
But maybe I learned, just in time
Not to hide love away.
 
We've boarded the ferry now, I'll put down my pen
I'll tell you all this when I see you again
The sky is on fire as this ship's headed west,
The harbour's in sight now, and there I can rest
But there's still stormy water
Between here and there, so I'll bide my time
 
I can't believe that a year has gone by
The days pass like minutes and seasons, they fly
And so much has happened though not much has changed
After all


Clyedbuilt

When will we see their like again?
Oh the rise and the fall of the tide
Clyde-bred women and Clyde-built men
All along the banks of the River Clyde

Along the back you lay a keel
Oh the rise and the fall of the tide
Ribs and bones of lanarkshire steel
All along the banks of the River Clyde

A handful of mud from the river bank
Oh the rise…
To flesh the muscle, arm and flank
All along the banks…

Clyde-bred women and their weans
Red lead paint ran in their veins

Strong women on the Clyde were bred
The river was filled by the tears they shed

When the last of them is laid in dust
Ashes to ashes, rust to rust

They battled then, we battle now
Will be buckle, will we bow?

Stand and let them not forget
the Red Clyde heart is beating yet

When will we see their like again?
Oh the rise and the fall of the tide
Clyde-bred women and Clyde-built men
All along the banks of the River Clyde


COMING HOME

Put a light in the window
Your brother’s coming home
Set a meal on the table
Your brother’s coming home
He’ll be tired and weary
After all these years alone
He’s coming home, your brother’s coming home

Take the chain from the door,
Your sister’s coming home
Open wide your arms
Your sister’s coming home
Don’t leave her standing there
After all the pain she’s known
She’s coming home, your sister’s coming home

CHORUS
Coming home to a place they’ve never been
Coming home to a land they’ve never seen
Coming home to a family they have never known
A’ Jock Tamson’s bairns
Are coming home

He’s been angry and afraid
Your father’s coming home
He’s been hounded and betrayed
Your father’s coming home
And with every act of kindness
A seed of hope is sown
He’s coming home. Your father’s coming home

CHORUS

Bring her in from the cold
Your mother’s coming home
Sit her down by the fire
Your mother’s coming home
Make her warm, make her welcome
Before the chance is gone
She’s coming home, your mother’s coming home

CHORUS

From Iraq and Somalia,
Your family’s coming home
And from Syria and Gaza
Your family’s coming home
Seeking rest and refuge
They have never known
They’re coming home, Your family’s coming home

CHORUS

The Darien Scheme

A land of beggars, tired and hungry
Wars and famines bled you dry
The pedlar's wares were bright and gaudy
The ribbons' colours snared your eye
Have you gold or have you silver?
Pledge your word and name
Trade and clergy, Lords and commons
From near and far as one they came

And they bore a heavy burden
A nation's hope, a people's dream
The odds were long, they staked the future,
Gambling on the Darien Scheme
Did you dream of gold and treasure,
Toiling in the rains?
Plague and hunger were your measure
An unmarked grave for all your pains

Upon the flag the sun was rising
For the day they hoped would dawn,
The course was set towards the sunset
In a blink all hope was gone
The Saint Andrew, the Endeavour
and the Dolphin left the shore
All alone the Caledonia would
Return to home once more

And they bore a heavy burden
A stifled hope, a broken dream
They staked the future, lost a nation
Gambling on the Darien Scheme

Words and music by Steven Clark
© 2004 Steven Clark



Don’t Look In The Pie

When I was a young lad, around nine or ten
Someone fed me a pie, loved them ever since then
Though you’d never know it, to look at me now
My favourite treat
was a pie made with meat
Sheep, pig, chicken or cow
Then I grew eager, to find out the truth
Why were they so tasty – The delight of my tooth?
I was so desperate,  to see under the lid,
But before I tried
My dad took me aside
And said “Listen, kid”
CHORUS:
Don’t look in the pie, son, I’m telling you why
Take heed and beware, there’s nothing in there
To gladden your eye.
Won’t you listen to me, son? Please hear my cry
Take it from me, there’s nothing you want to see
Don’t look in the pie

A pie’s not a cake son, filled with jam cream or fruit
Bite into a pie, nothing pretty runs oot
You can’t make an omelette without breaking eggs
the stuff inside pies
Used to have eyes
it used to have legs

CHORUS

Though you feel compelled to, though you feel that you must
If you were meant to look in there, they wouldn’t put on a crust
Darkness lurks in a pie, son, there is skin and there’s bone
Death and despair
Blood guts and hair
Please just leave it alone.

CHORUS

Ever since Eden’s garden, where Eve and Adam, they played
We’ve been looking in pies, son. it’s just the way we are made.
Even though it may cut you,  as hard as a stone
it hurts and it stings
but there are some things
Not meant to be known

CHORUS


From Here You Can See Ben Lomond

My father was a Sou'side man
About the Sou'side streets he ran
Till northwards seeking work he cam
And finding love he stayed.
I tholed the school in Gourlay Street;
Dreamed of running with a ball at my feet.
And summer days so long and sweet
At the top of Balgrayhill

From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I've looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So when you ask me why I stay
I answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills

In the Caley then, I learned my trade
Hard men at work, and hard we played
The railways of the world we made
Every rivet, bore and seam.
I never dreamed the day would dawn
Cowlairs and Atlas would be gone
With just the names to linger on
The ghosts of people's lives

From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I've looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So when you ask me why I stay
I answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills

My neighbour now's a decent man
His faither came fae a dusty land
Where locomotives I built, ran.
And may be running still

And now my fires are banked and low
I take it easy and I take it slow
But in my dreams, I up and go
To the top of the Balgray hill

From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I've looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So do not ask me why I stay
I'll  answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills

From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills

Glasgow, in many respects is a collection of villages, and the inhabitants have a powerful sense of belonging.  Springburn was one of those areas with a strong identity: as Clydeside was to shipbuilding, Springburn was to railways, yet for all the heavy industry in and around the area, there were and are highly visible reminders that there is an older, more powerful natural world beyond the tenements and chimneys.



Give Him Time

There's a boy out playing on a street
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Having too much fun to come inside and eat
Give him time, God willing give him time

The boy has dreams he doesn't like to tell
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
He'll be a doctor, make the sick folk well
Give him time, God willing give him time

Came the missiles, came the aeroplanes
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
And hidden hands unleashed a fiery rain
Give him time, God willing give him time

The boy is lyin on a hospital bed
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Doctor says that he'd be better dead
Give him time, God willing give him time

Across the world he's on the TV screens
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Folk send him gifts and money to wipe their conscience clean
Give him time, God willing give him time

The boy has toys and games he just can't wait to play
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
It's so much harder since we burned his arms away
Give him time, God willing give him time

So when the call for war to end a tyrant's reign
Could be yours, God help us, could be mine
Just ask who wins and loses, and what they stand to gain
Give him time, God willing give him time
Give him time, God willing give him time

Hear The Drum

Chorus:
Hear the drum, hear the band, we are marching together.
Each step’s like a beat of the same mighty heart.
Though we hold up our heads, we don’t see where we’re going
But we’ll trust in our comrades and all play our part.

Were you only a boy when they called you together
And you  marched to the pipes from the land you had known
You took up the targe, and the dirk and the claymore
To fight for the King and win back a throne.
From Derby you turned home again in disorder
You marched like the Devil was hunting behind
Will you ever know how you escaped from the slaughter
To wither in France like the leaf on the vine.?

You’re there in the mud with the bodies around you
Your ears singing loud from the crash of the shells
Can you still hear the bands as you marched off so proudly
As they waved you goodbye and condemned you to hell
At night in the trenches, do you think of your children
It’s their faces you see in the ghost-light of flares
If ever you’re home, you’ll never tell them
Of the horrors you knew in the depths of despair.

It’s a fine summer’s day and you’re all out together
Your wife and yourself and your children and friends
You march to the flutes, and listen to the speeches
Of tradition and history and fight without end
But at times when you stand with a workmate beside you
Or speak to your neighbour as you come through your door.
You just can’t remember why they say that you’re different
And you can’t quite remember what you’re marching for.

It’s fine to belong and grand to go marching
Feel the earth shake and shiver with each step that we take
But by marching in step, a bridge may be shattered
And it’s hard to build up , but easy to break
And maybe today, or maybe tomorrow,
It’ll come all the sooner if we give it a chance
The bands will all learn a different metre
And lead us all off in the steps of the dance…


Home Again

Open-toed sandals and it's pourin wi rain
I reach for my jacket as I get off the plane
It's great to be back after two weeks in Spain
It's great to be back home in Glasgow again

Home again, home again, Jiggety-jig
Paris is elegant, London is big
Nae Eiffel Tower
Nae Millennium Dome
Then again, no place but Glasgow is home

Spring time in Glasgow and it's cold as you please
Snow on the ground and it's startin to freeze
No a flower to be seen, and it's zero degrees
April in Glasgow, no a leaf on the trees

Home again, home again, joggety-jog
Sydney has sunshine and Tokyo smog
Nae Bondi Beach here
But then again
The wee Clockwork Orange is our shinkansen

The wee guy beside me is just talkin shite
He's full of the bevvy and lookin tae fight
But I'm steamin too, so I very well might
That's café society in Glasgow by night

Home again, home again, Jiggety-jig
Drunk as a monkey then sick as a pig
Home again, Home again
Joggety-jog
A big greasy breakfast then hair of the dog

Edinburgh's East, and Glasgow is West
Is Edinburgh better? Or is Glasgow best?
If ever I'm asked how to tell them apart
I say: One has a Castle, the other a heart

Home again home again, jiggety-jig
For your Tattoo and Castle, I don't care a fig
You can keep yer auld Festival
- I don't gie a toss;
I'll take salt and vinegar, no salt and sauce.

I was brought up in Springburn, now most of it's gone
The place where I live now will never be home
You can never forget, no, nor ever disown
For Glasgow is bred in your blood and your bone

Home again, home, you can never go hame
The place you remember is never the same
Treasure the high points
Remember the low
And carry it with you wherever you go

Home again, home again, Jiggety-jig
Paris is elegant, London is big
Nae Eiffel Tower
Nae Millennium Dome
Then again, no place but Glasgow is home


The Irn-Bru Song

CHORUS:
I – R – N, B – R – U
From East Kilbride to Timbuktu
The drink for me and the drink for you
We drink Irn-Bru    

I don’t like drinking milk or Coke
And ginger beer just makes me choke
And orange juice gives me the boak
And I’m not that fond of water

In my fight with dehydration,
Just one liquid’s my salvation
It’s the pride of the Scottish Nation
I drink Irn_Bru

If yer heid’s aboot tae burst
If a hangover has you cursed
There’s one thing you should do first
Drink tons of Irn-Bru
Your powers of speech you will regain
No longer clutch your skull in pain
You’ll join the Human race again
You even might want breakfast

All the truth we are denied
They won’t say just what goes inside
But some details I can confide
Just between you and me
There’s water and sugar, so there is
And carbon dioxide for the fizz
And a wee spot of caffeine does the biz
To make you bright and perky

And additives there too you know
There’s Sunset Yellow E one-one-oh
E one-two-four, that’s Red Ponceau
And Sodium Benzoate
There’s ammonium ferric citrate in there
Point oh-oh two percent’s the share
Somehow I don’t really care
It isny made fae girders

For Mr Barr, let’s give a cheer
With Tennents's Lager and McEwan’s Beer
Barr’s Irn-Bru’s a worthy peer
Known the  whole world over
The whole wide world loves Irn-Bru
The Inuit and Beduin too
In Russian, Swahili and Urdu
Cry “We love Irn-Bru”!
 
 
Never Yet
 
So you're weary of the winter
And you're tired of the snaw
The wind cuttin through ye
An your hands chapped and raw
So fasten up your jacket
Tie a scarf around your neck
Keep your heid doon and remember
We never died, never died a winter yet

Chorus:
Never yet, died a winter, though we shiver in the chill
Never yet, died a winter, though we sit complaining still
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes and don't forget
We never died, never died a winter yet

And when spring is slow in coming
Never mind the wind and rain
There'll be sunlight on our faces
When the summer comes again
When the hailstones sting your cheeks
And your feet are cold and wet
Think of barefoot in the daisies
We never died, never died a winter yet

Sometimes winter's on your shoulders
Darkness shrouds the brightest day
Growin older, growin colder
All your life seems bleak and grey
You're still breathin, you're still livin
Yet all your talk's of all that's wrong
Draw a breath and stop complainin
Draw a breath and join the song
Variant Chorus:
Never yet, died a winter, though we shiver in the chill
Never yet, died a winter, though one day we maybe will
Dry your eyes, dry your eyes and don't forget
We never died, never died a winter yet


The Pedestrian Pigeon

I was rushing through the rush hour
I was tense and I was stressed
Hunched behind the steering wheel
I wasn't at my best
Trying to make it through the lights
Before they changed to red
But I was unsuccessful
So I sat and fumed instead
Yes I sat and fumed instead

I cursed my luck and timing
I said “Damn!” and I said “Hell!”
I also said some other things
I’m too ashamed to tell
I railed against my misery
And all my woes and care
I knew I would be late again
I tore out all my hair (see?)
I tore out all my hair

Then fluttering from the firmament
Came a doo from out the sky
Just a common-or-garden flying rat
Of genus Columbidae
It landed there before my car
An ordinary wee pigeon.
Your usual scruffy Glasgow kind
Nae white, nor blue, nor rid yin.
Nae white, nor blue, nor rid yin.

 It strolled across the street on foot
And looked me in the eye
As if tae say “See, look at me!”
“I walk, yet I can fly!
Ma airms are weary flappin’
An ah’m walking cross the street,
So I may look about me
And remember Life is sweet”
Yes, remember Life is sweet

As the pigeon safely reached the kerb,
The light changed back to green
I was thinking as I drove away
I thought on what I’d seen
That pedestrian pigeon changed my ways
And every word is true
Now you know just why I
Take it easy like ah doo.
Take it easy like ah doo


Slightly more than half a chance

Slightly more than half a chance, that's all we really need
It's not a great romance, and nothing's guaranteed
I've got two left feet, and you keep trying to lead
But we can spin round the floor for a dance
With slightly more than half a chance

Some people say I'm too slow, and some have said you're far too small
That we can't afford to buy tickets, and we shouldn't go dancing at all

Slightly more than half a chance, that's all we really need
It's not a great romance, and nothing's guaranteed
I've got two left feet, and you keep trying to lead
But we can spin round the floor for a dance
With slightly more than half a chance

I can't keep up with a quickstep, and maybe you don't like to waltz
I'll try not to step on your toes, if you'll tolerate some of my faults

Slightly more than half a chance, that's all we really need
It's not a great romance, and nothing's guaranteed
I've got two left feet, and you keep trying to lead
But we can spin round the floor for a dance
With slightly more than half a chance

And they don't like who's leading the band, and your darling is wearing a frown
He says we will only embarrass ourselves,
and we should shut up and sit down

So I hope your reply won't be No, then with never a backward glance
Off round the floor we will go, if we just give ourselves half a chance

Slightly more than half a chance, that's all we really need
It's not a great romance, and nothing's guaranteed
I've got two left feet, and you keep trying to lead
But we can spin round the floor for a dance
With slightly more than half a chance
But we can spin round the floor for a dance
With slightly more than half a chance


Stand Up And Be Counted

Ah'm no political, really jist cynical
Think politicians are liars and fools.
They seldom excite me and never delight me
Ah leave them tae schemin and makin up rules.
But sometimes a lie is too big tae be swallowed
Inertia and apathy must not prevail
Sometimes you have to stand up and be counted
And speak as you find, or democracy fails.

Whatever the reason, Iraq was in season
The cowboys were itchin, their triggers tae pull,
If Dubya's a Muppet, then Tony's his puppet,
A lackey, a mouthpiece, a poodle, a fool.
I shouted and ranted at TV and radio
Tore up the papers, and threw them away
I put on mah jacket and said tae mah missis,
"We're goin oot marchin - we're havin oor say"

There wis auld men an babies and young lassies dancin
Christians an Muslims an pagans galore
From the Green through the City in thousand on thousand
Tae stand and be counted like never before
Did anyone hear us, did anyone listen?
They did as they wanted, and dragged us tae war.
And millions of voices cry questions unanswered
"Where is the justice? What is it for?"

There was irony exquisite, when Bush came tae visit
And they couldny decide if the march should be banned
"Go tae war fur democracy, excuse the hypocrisy.
And don't mind the polis wi guns in their hand"
Take heed and beware a' ye liars up there
Us midgets doon here, we are catchin yer eye
We hoisted ye up there but don't be mistaken
We'll bring ye back doon wi a bump, by-and-by...
We'll bring ye back doon wi a bump, by-and-by...

Sure To Come Down

In the Year of Our Lord Seventeen Eighty-Five,
Vincenzo Lunardi in Scotland arrived,
Auld Reekie was buzzin’ like bees in a hive
And takin’ side wagers how long he’d survive
Then wi’ slackenin’ jaws and widenin’ eyes,
They stood there dumfoonert and watched him arise
He boldly the order of Nature defies
And gallantly sails away into the skies
CHORUS
Signor Lunardi set aff from the toon
Into the air in his silken balloon
He’s traivelled the hail o’ the countryside roon
Whatever goes upward is sure tae come doon

In the High Kirk at Glasgow, the balloon was displayed
A charge of one shilling per capita paid
And plans for his next great excursion were laid
When word came to say that it would be delayed
The College at Glasgow had gardens so fair
They didny want hoi-polloi trampling in there
So for his next adventure up into the air
He left from St Andrew’s Church down in the Square

On a trip out from Glasgow, the balloon went astray
And landed near Campsie, out Lennoxtown way
An old man was watching and was heard to say
“I’ve never seen sic-like a thing as the day!”
“I’ve seen bold Hielan' reivers wha cam in a band
And Mar’s Year when war gripped us all in its hand
And I’ve seen thae canal ships sail thro’ the dry land
D’ye no think the end of the world is at hand?”

From Embra, Vincenzo set off to the North
Aiming for Fife away over the Forth.
And although he was praying for all he was worth
He came down wi’ a splash in the cold briny Firth
He was rescued to safety by a boat standing by
And when he was landed, and safe and was dry
He reflected upon his desire to fly
And decided he had no desire to die
 
But you know in the end, we all end up the same
No matter the fortune, no matter the fame
Covered in glory, or mired in shame
It’s rare that the future remembers your name
Some names with laurels, history adorns
One it will worship, another it spurns
To villains, or heroes, or ciphers it turns
Known only as footnotes to scholars of Burns

They borrowed his name for a hat and a gown
But in time he surrendered his hard-won renown
And he learned that the mightiest have to step down
Every knave, every general, hero or clown
The story’s concluded, and the moral made plain
You may rise to the heights and celebrity gain
But tethered to Earth by Gravity’s chain
Whatever goes upwards must come down again

Tiny Fingers

Tiny fingers, work so nimble,
Dainty stitches, you have sewn
Tiny fingers, work that thimble
Work those fingers to the bone

Times are hard and getting harder
Minding pennies, Saving po–unds
Help us, help us, tiny fingers
Help to keep our prices down

Chorus

Button up my winter jacket
Laying covers on my bed
Wonder if you make enough to eat
Wonder where you lay your head

Chorus

My children, home from school now
Laughing, running, out to play
Just as well you’re out of sight and mind
You’re so very far away

Chorus

Once they sang about the weavers
Of the work that they would do
Tiny fingers, do you feel like singing
When your working day is through?

When

When you’re asleep, you look like an angel
When you’re asleep and deep in your dreams
When you’re asleep,, I stand back and wonder
When they talk about heaven, is this what they mean?

When you awake, the long night is over
When you awake the day starts to dawn
When you awake, you bring out the sunrise
The clouds start to scatter and life can go on

Now is the time to see what you’re holding
Don’t wait till tomorrow is over and done
Each minute that passes will never return and
Your life’s what you make it, you only get one.


When you are grown, you’ll be a princess,
When you are gown you’ll be a fine man
When you are grown, and wise as I wish you
I’ll be as proud of you as anyone can

When I’m asleep, please wish me an angel
When I’m asleep, remember to dream
When I’m asleep, take time to remember
When they talk about heaven, this is what they mean?