Released in October, 2007. Legacy is filled with the various musical styles that have influenced and inspired Susanne through the years.
About The Project • About the Songs • Lyrics • To Order
Somewhere Along the Road (Rick Kemp)
Somewhere along the road, someone waits for me
Beyond these present storms that blow, waiting patiently
No secrets held in an open heart, a spirit that soars over mountains
Somewhere along the road, someone waits for me
Somehow a guiding light always shows the way
To those who lose their way by night, searching for the day
A day away from happiness, tomorrow will bring a new sunrise
Somewhere along the road, someone waits for me
Sometime when winds are still unexpectedly
Perhaps behind this silent hill, a voice will call to me
Raise your eyes to see my world, raise your voice and sing out
Somewhere along the road, someone waits for me
Annachie Gordon
Buchan is bonny, oh, and there lives my love
My heart, it lies on him and it will not remove
It will not remove for whatever I have done
Never will I forget my love, Annachie
Oh Annachie Gordon he's bonny and he's braw
He'd entice any woman that ever him saw
He's entice any woman and so he has done me
I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie
Down came her father and he's stampin' on the floor
He says "Jeannie yer tryin' the tricks of a whore.
Ye care nothin' for a man who cares so very much for thee.
Noo* ye'll marry wi' Lord Sultan and forget young Annachie. *noo = now / wi' = with
For Annachie Gordon is only but a man
And tho' he may be pretty, tell me where are all of his lands?
Sultan's lands are broad and his towers they stand high.
Ye'll marry wi' Lord Sultan and forget young Annachie."
"For Annachie Gordon I would beg for my bread
Before I marry Sultan with flowers to my head,
With gold in my hair and a gown fringed at my knee
I'll die if I don't get my love Annachie"
The day Jeannie was married and from Church she was brought home
And she and her maidens so merry should have been
When she and her maidens so merry should have been,
She's gone to her chambers and she's crying all alone.
"Come to bed now Jeannie, my honey, my sweet.
For to style you my mistress, come now, that would not be meet*" *meet = proper
"Oh it's mistress or it's Jeannie, they're all the same to me
'Cause in your bed Lord Sultan, I never will be."
Down came her father and he's spoken with renown
He says "You that are her maidens, won't you loosen off her gown"
But she fell down in a swoon, so low down at their knees
Cryin' "ochon*, I am dieing for my love Annachie" *ochon = woe is me
The day Jeannie was married was the day that Jeannie died
That's the day that young Annachie come sailing from the tide
And down ran her maidens a-wringin' o' their hands
Saying "Woe be to Annachie, for sailing from the land,
So long on the tide and so long upon the sea
They've married your Jeannie and now she is dead."
"You that are her maidens, won't you take me by the hand
Won't you lead me to that chamber where my true love lay in"
And he's kissed her clay-cold lips 'till his heart
did turn to stone,
And he's died in that chamber where his true love lay in.
(repeat first verse)
The Weaver and the Factory Maid
Oh I am a hand-weaver to m' trade / And I fell in love with a fact'ry maid
And if I could but her favor win / I'd stand beside her and weave b' steam
My father scornful to me said / "How can you fancy a fact'ry maid?"
When you could have girls in fine array / All dressed up like the queen of May"
Oh for your fine girls I do not care / And I would rather enjoy my dear
I'd stand at the factory all the day / And she and I keep our shuttles in play
Oh I went up to her bedroom door / Where I had been many times before
But I could not speak to her nor get in / To the pleasant bed where my love lay in
"How can you say it's a pleasant bed / When in there lies a factory maid?"
"A factory maiden that she be / blessed is the one who's in love with she"
Oh where are the girls? I will tell ye plain / They've all gone off to weave by steam
And if ye'd find 'em you must rise at dawn / And trudge to the mill in the early morn
Oh I am a hand-weaver to m' trade / And I fell in love with a fact'ry maid
And if I could but her favor win / I'd stand beside her and weave b' steam
Jock o' Hazeldean
Why weep ye by the tide, Lady, why weep ye by the tide?
I'll wed ye tae my youngest son, and ye shall be his bride
And ye shall be his bride, Lady, sae comely tae be seen
But aye she's loot the tears doon fa' for Jock o' Hazeldean
Noo let this waeful grief be done, and dry yer cheeks sae pale
Young Frank is cheif of Errington and laird of Langleydale
His step is first in peaceful ha', his sword on battle keen
But aye she's loot the tears doon fa' for Jock o' Hazeldean
A chain o' gold ye shall not lack, nor braid tae bind yer hair
Nor mettled hound, not managed hawk, not palfrey fresh and fair
And ye the foremost o' them a' shall ride our forest queen
But aye she's loot the tears doon fa' for Jock o' Hazeldean
The kirk was decked at mornin' tide, the tapers glimmered fair
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, the Dame and Knight were there
They searched for her by bower and ha' the lady wasnae seen
She's o'er the borders and run awa' wi' her Jock o' Hazeldean
The Broom o' the Cowdeknowes
chorus: Oh, the broom, the bonny, bonny broom / The broom o' the Cowdeknowes
Fain would I be in the north country / Herdin' her faither's yowes* *her father's ewes
How blithe each morn was I tae see my lass run o'er yon hill
She skipped the burn* and she ran to me, I met her with good will *skipped the burn = hopped over the stream
He neither wanted yowes no lambs while the flock near us lay
She gaithered* in the lambs by me and cheered me on a' the day *gaithered = gathered
Hard fate that I should banished be, gang wearily and morn
Because I loved the fairest lass that ever yet was born
Adieu ye Cowdeknowes, adieu, farewell all pleasures there
Tae wander by her side again, 'tis all I crave or care
Ca' the Yowes (call the ewes) [helpful translations are in brackets]
Ca' the yowes tae the nowes, ca' them whar the heather grows,
Ca' them whar the burnie rows*, my bonnie dearie [*whar the burnie rows = where the stream runs]
As I gaed tae* the waterside, 'tis there I met m' shepherd lad [*gaed tae = went to]
He gently ro'ed me in his plaid and ca'd me his dearie
'Will ye gang tae the waterside, tae see the fish so sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreadin' wide, the moon it shines full clearly'
[the plaid refers to the shepherd's full kilt, about six feet of woven wool, which served as sleeping bag, raincoat, winter coat, everyday clothes, etc. this is a musky, rustic relationship, to be sure.]
I was bred up in nae sic skool, m' shepherd lad, tae play the fool
And a' the day tae sit in dule, w' naebody tae see me.
Oh ye'll hae goons and ribbons meet, calf leather shoon a' on yer feet
An in my airms ye shall lie at neet, and ye shall be m' dearie
[essentially she says she wasn't raised to be a fool, to sit like a dunce all day and not have a social life; he says she'll have proper gowns and ribbons, leather shoes and that he will be faithful]
If ye'll but stand by what ye've said, I'll gang wi' ye m' shepherd lad
And ye may ro' me in yer plaid, and I shall be yer dearie
While waters wimple tae the sea, the sun blinks in the lift sae hie'
'Til clay-cold death shall blin' my e'e, ye shall be my dearie
[she says okay as long as he promises to do what he said, he makes the promise: while waters flow and the sun shines so high in the sky, and till death blinds his eyes, she'll be his beloved, his one and only. Is it any wonder this is my absolute favorite love song? Note the "she said / he said" formula. These conversation songs are fun to sing, I feel like I'm eavesdropping on another time and place, even when I'm playing both parts of the story.]
Dark-Eyed Molly (Archie Fisher)
Deep and dark are my true love's eyes, blacker now is the winter's turning as the sadness of parting proves.
And brighter now is the lantern burning that lightens my path to love.
No fiddle tune can take the air but I see her swift feet a-dancing, and the swirl of her long, brown hair
Her smiling face and her dark eyes glancing as we stepped out Blink Bonny Fair.
And if my waiting prove in vain, I will pack and track ever take me, and the long road shall ease my pain.
No gem of womankind can make me e'er whisper love's words again.
For in drink I'll keep good company, my ears will ring with the tavern's laughter, and I'll not hear her last sweet sighs.
And who's to know, in the morning after, that I long for her dear, dark eyes ?
My Johnny Was a Shoemaker
My Johnny was a shoemaker, and dearly he loved me
My Johnny was a shoemaker, and now he's gone to sea
For to rig the topsails up against the mast
And to sail across the sea, stormy sea, and sail across the stormy sea.
His jacket was a deep sky blue, and curly was his hair
His jacket was a deep sky blue, it was I do declare
Now there's pitch and tar to soil his hands
And he sails across the sea, stormy sea, he sails across the stormy sea.
Someday he'll be a captain bold with a brave and gallant crew.
Someday he'll be a captain bold with a sword and spyglass too.
And when he wears the gallant Captain's sword
He'll come home and marry me, marry me
He'll come home and marry me.
[source: I either never knew or I've forgotten, sorry! I think I have a recording of this by Mick Hanley somewhere. Notice how the whole thing is in nine; nine beats per line - wowee, no wonder it's so fun to sing, eh? don't be fooled into thinking it's in 8 with a pick-up. no no no, breathe deep and go with the nine. yee ha]
The Grey Funnel Line (Cyril Tawney)
Don't mind the rain, or the rolling sea
The weary night never worries me
But the hardest time in a sailor's day
Is to watch the sun, as it dies away
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
The finest ship that sails the sea
Is still a prison for the likes of me
But give me wings like Noah's dove
I'll fly up harbor to the girl I love
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
I'll pass the time like some machine
Until blue water turns to green*
Then I'll dance on down that walk ashore
And sail the Grey Funnel Line no more.
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
Oh Lord if dreams were only real
I'd have my hands on that wooden wheel
And with all my heart I'd turn her 'round
And tell the boys that we're homeward bound.
Here's one more day on the Grey Funnel Line
[note: there are more verses, I just did the ones I like best. Look up Cyril Tawney for more lyrics and info]
Corinna, Corinna
Corinna, Corinna and the mourning dove. Corinna, Corinna and the mourning dove.
Sweet Corinna, you're the gal I love.
Corinna, Corinna, where ya been so long? Corinna, Corinna, where ya been so long?
Well ya left me here just to sing this lonesome song.
Corinna, Corinna, where ya been last night? Corinna, Corinna, where ya been last night?
Ya come in in the morning, the sun is shining so bright.
I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings. I got a bird knows how to whistles, I got a bird that sings.
But I ain't got Corinna. My life don't mean a thing.
['instrumental' ... with Jill who brings this thing home like nonbody else]
I got a bird that whistles, I got a bird that sings. I got a bird knows how to whistles, I got a bird that sings.
But I ain't got Corinna. My life don't mean a thing.
Corinna, Corinna and the mourning dove. Corinna, Corinna and the mourning dove.
Sweet Corinna, you're the gal I love.
Your Mother and I (Loudon Wainwright III)
Your mother and I are living apart. I know it seems stupid but we weren't very smart.
You'll live with her, I'll visit you on weekends and Christmas in summertime, too.
Your mother and I are not getting along. Somehow, somewhere something went wrong.
Everything changes, time takes its toll. Your folks fell in love. Love's a very deep hole.
Your mother and I will do all we can do to work this thing out and to take care of you.
Families get broken. I know it's a shame. It's nobody's fault, though, and you're not to blame.
Your mother and I are both feeling bad. But things will get better, they won't stay this sad.
And I hope when you grow up, one day you'll see your parents are people and that's all we can be.
Your mother and I ...
Green, Green Rocky Road
When I go to Baltimore, ain't no carpet on my floor.
Come on children, follow me. We'll go down to Galilee.
On a green, green rocky road. Promenade in green. Tell me who ya'll love. Tell me who ya'll love.
See that crow up in the sky? He don't walk well he just fly.
He don't walk and he don't run, keep on flappin' to the sun.
(He's) on a green, green rocky road. Promenade in green. Tell me who ya'll love. Tell me who ya'll love.
Hooka tooka soda cracker. Does your mama chew tobacker*? (tobacco)
If your mama chew tobacker, hooka tooka soda cracker.
On a green, green rocky road. Promenade in green. Tell me who ya'll love. Tell me who ya'll love.
Li'l Miss Jane run to that wall, don't you stumble, don't you fall.
Don't you scream and don't you shout.
When you see me, run on out.
On a green, green rocky road. Promenade in green. Tell me who ya'll love. Tell me who ya'll love.
Humpty Dumpty on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a fall.
All King's horses, all King's men [had] scrambled eggs for lunch again.
(We're) on a green, green rocky road. Promenade in green. Tell me who ya'll love. Tell me who ya'll love.
Tell me who ya'll love. Tell me who ya'll love. Tell me who ya'll love. Tell me who ya'll love....