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Blauw is de kleur

Krc-fan
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With music today.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=fNkynm9ZxAM

 

 

Disappointments, large or small,

belong to yesterday.

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

through the streets in my kilt,

I'll go 500 miles.

Heart lost,

I cried out across Caledonia, ...

By jole.

 

"Oh, were are the snows

Of Yesteryear?"

These mist covered mountains,

Moving memories from peak to valley

Where time concertinas on me

Jumping constantely from then to now

Like airless birds' swirls

When moon and sun embrace the hanging sky

 

Tell me ... why? Tell me ...why?

I draw a circle, not a heart, around the one I love

The circle will be forever unbroken, though tangets may impinge upon it

As love is calculated on high, heathered hills

It was me, what do I win? I still don't get this!

The sky appears to unfold her beauty upon us

...

 

 

 

:JC_doubleup:

 

__________________________

The Cristal Arena - Emotions in slow motion

www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXNOdSd9byk

 

 

NOOOOOOOOOOO!  It was me what do I win wasn't a line in the poem!!  Nor was "by jole"

 

Disappointments, large or small,

belong to yesterday.

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low,

through the streets in my kilt,

I'll go 500 miles.

Heart lost,

I cried out across Caledonia, ...

"Oh, were are the snows

Of Yesteryear?"

These mist covered mountains,

Moving memories from peak to valley

Where time concertinas on me

Jumping constantely from then to now

Like airless birds' swirls

When moon and sun embrace the hanging sky

 

Tell me ... why? Tell me ...why?

I draw a circle, not a heart, around the one I love

The circle will be forever unbroken, though tangents may impinge upon it

As love is calculated on high, heathered hills,

The sky appears to unfold her beauty upon us

 

Like a butterfly emerging from her winter sleep

Edited by moi

Yes, I Know, Moi.

But it fits, don't you think?

 

I like it.

Coincidence.

 

 

No, it doesn't! 

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Ok. We do it all over.

 

 

You're right.

 

Only good Scottish sentences in this Scottish week, please dear forum members!

 

 

Thank you, Moi!

 

 

Next week, we'll do Wales.

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    Tell me ... why? Tell me ... why?

    I draw a circle, not a heart, around the one I love

    The circle will be forever unbroken, though tangents may impinge upon it

    As love is calculated on high, heathered hills

    The sky appears to unfold her beauty upon us

    Like a butterfly emerging from her winter sleep

    Wings unfolding to breathe life into lost love

    Every beat of my heart.

     

     

    (An absolute legend in the annals of Scottish music. www.youtube.com/watch?v=DbQjPYKCXSs )

     

     

     

    New stanza.

     

     

    __________________________

    The Cristal Arena - Emotions in slow motion

    www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXNOdSd9byk

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    Round Coolin's peak the mist is sailin'
    The Banshee croons her note of wailin'
    But my blue e'en with sorrow are streamin'
    for him that will never return, MacCrimmon

     

    No more, no more, no more forever
    in war or peace shall return MacCrimmon

    No more, no more, no more forever
    shall love or gold bring back MacCrimmon

     

    The beasts on the braes are mournfully moanin'
    The brook in the hollow is plaintively mournin'
    But my blue e'en with sorrow are streamin'
    for him that will never return, MacCrimmon

     

    No more, no more, no more forever
    in war or peace shall return MacCrimmon
    No more, no more, no more forever
    Shall love or gold bring back MacCrimmo

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    Disappointments, large or small,

    belong to yesterday.

    Let the wind blow high,

    let the wind blow low,

    through the streets in my kilt,

    I'll go 500 miles.

    Heart lost,

    I cried out across Caledonia, ...

     

    'Oh, were are the snows

    of Yesteryear?"

    These mist covered mountains

    Moving memories from peak to valley

    Where time concertinas on me

    Jumping constantely from then to now

    Like airless birds' swirls

    When moon and sun embrace the hanging sky

     

    Tell me ... why? Tell me ... why?

    I draw a circle, not a heart, around the one I love

    The circle will be for ever unbroken, though tangents may impigne upon it

    As love is calculated on high, heathered hills,

    The sky appears to unfold her beauty upon us

    Like a butterfly emerging from her winter sleep

    Wings unfolding to breathe life into lost love

    Every beat of my heart.

     

    No more, no more, no more forever

    Carry me back to the days I knew then

     

     

    www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcZVRiB9AQk

     

     

    Always tears, gooseflesh, lump in my throat, ... with this one.

    And I'm not a Scott.

     

    __________________________

    The Cristal Arena - Emotions in slow motion

    www.youtube.com/watch?v=IXNOdSd9byk

    Edited by Krc-fan

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