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Gedicht Runrig 100 08 Nov 2020 08:42 #169985

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Hallo und guten Morgen,

hat sich schon jemand die Mühe gemacht, das Gedicht "Runrig 100" von Gary Innes zu tippen?

Wenn ja wäre ich froh, wenn derjenige es mit uns teilen könnte

Dachte und liebe Grüße

Em.
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Gedicht Runrig 100 08 Nov 2020 08:58 #169987

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Das sind die Songs, die ich verstanden habe, nachgezählt habe ich nicht. ;-)

In search of angels with headlights shining against the highest apple, accordions played and we'll sing big songs of hope and cheer from a book of golden stories. The harvest moon and the big sky brings a morning tide and dust from the north to the smalltown saints of the soil from Skye to Loch Lomond, the Isle of Mull to nightfall on Marsco from the cutter to Canada. The message let's tear down these walls, setting down the glory road and over the mighty Atlantic. From the engine room of the ship brings the song of the earth with the rise and fall of every beating heart and with nothing but the sun shining on the lighthouse and the dancing floor, wonderful! Our earth was once green and forever eyes of blue from the edge of the world on the ocean road. Only the brave breaking the chains on the edge, can move a mountain on an Alba maymorning during the year of the flood. The water is wide and with all the miles and every river there's a need, a lifeline. This time of year everything you see from Gabriel's sword to the clash of the ash to things that are amazing things to swing and empty glens. Life is about the precious years, the numbers game, a worker for the wind to capture the heart and somewhere along the road and the river can be the recovery to this beautiful pain. But back on the stamping ground the place where the rivers run when the beauty, the hearthammer and healer in your heart leaves a city of lights. This day the hearts of olden glory, the travellers, the summer walkers pack the only rose as the flower of the west. These are the dreamfields along the northwest passage. The times they are a changin' and must be protect and survive. Like a rocket to the moon the apple came down and this is not a love song. One thing something's got to give and all things must change. News from heaven, no more road trip are running to the light for the old boys. Like the angels from the ashes we're always the winner. The world appeal the story and the years we shared are complete. The greatest flame is flickering, the pride of the summer is over, final mile run and Runrig are going home.

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Gedicht Runrig 100 08 Nov 2020 09:01 #169988

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Super. Danke.
Gary nannte es Runrig 100.Dann wird es schon so sein.

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