The Rolling Hills Of The Valley
Archie Fisher

When I die, bury me low,
Where I can hear the Grand River flow,
A sweeter place I'll never know,
Than the rolling hills of the valley

I have traveled far and wide,
Seen the Hudson and seen the Clyde,
I've courted by Loch Lomond side
and I dearly love the Valley

When I die, bury me low,
Where I can hear the Grand River flow,
A sweeter place I'll never know,
Than the rolling hills of the valley

Often I remember the day
With my love I strolled by the bay
And all it's beauty fades away
when I think of the hills in the valley

When I die, bury me low,
Where I can hear the Grand River flow,
A sweeter place I'll never know,
Than the rolling hills of the valley

There's a certain place in mind
Bonnie lasses there you'll find
Men so strong and men so kind
Among the hills of the valley

When I die, bury me low,
Where I can hear the Grand River flow,
A sweeter place I'll never know,
Than the rolling hills of the valley

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COMING HOME

The first place that I go,
every time that I come home
A spot along the river in the valley,
where I was born
My roots are deep and even when I sleep,
I'm connected to the bone

I'm coming home, coming home

Down at Joe's café everybody knows your name
Tony's got the scoop on all the latest news of the day
Folks are coming round just to hear…what he's got to say

At Joe's café, Joe's café

I spent so many years on the road,
trying to find my way back home
Every time I close my eyes,
I'm back where I belong

I'm coming home, coming home

The old folks wear the age on their face with a smile

Come on in and have a cup of tea  and maybe sit awhile
I remember who I am when I look into their eyes

I'm coming home, coming home

I spent so many years on the road,
trying to find my way back home
Every time I close my eyes,
I'm back where I belong

I'm coming home, coming home

Life is  good, I can't complain
but the only place they know my name is when I'm home

I'm coming home

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Fare Thee Well

Oh Fare thee well my darling true
I'm leaving the first hour of the morn
I'm bound for a bay in Newfoundland
Or maybe the coast of Labrador

Oh the weather's against me and the wind is blowing hard
And the rain is turning into hail
But I still might strike it lucky on a highway going East
Though I'm traveling along the Viking trail

Chorus:
And fare thee well, my own true love
We'll meet another day another time
It's not the leaving that's grieving me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind.

LEAD
I heard of a city where I might as well be bound
Somewhere in Newfoundland and Labrador
They say that the people are all friendly there
All they'll ask is your name and nothing more

And fare thee well my own true love
We'll meet again another day another time
It's not the leaving that's grieving me
But my true love who's bound to stay behind

I'll write you of the laughter and the sorrows
They say somebody else's or my own
With my hands in my pocket and my coat collar high
I'll travel unnoticed and alone
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Since the Phone Rang

I remember how my life changed, the day the phone rang
A little girl on the other end was shaking in her shoes
She said I've spent a lifetime searching for the answers
And all the questions answered have led me straight to you

She told me of the family that raised her from a baby
And their love was everlasting, more than anyone will know
God I wish I'd known about her since the day that she was born
So many miles and winding roads and so many years ago

Since the phone rang, nothing's been the same, only better
And since the phone rang, so many "I love you's" in her letters
And I love her too.......since the phone rang

I thank God each and every day for what's bestowed upon me
I don't always have the answers but I try to do things right
And as long as there's a breath in me, I'll tell everyone about her
How she found her way back to me and forever changed my life

Since the phone rang, nothing's been the same, only better
And since the phone rang, so many "I love you's" in her letters
And I love her too......since the phone rang

Since the phone rang, nothing's been the same, only better
And since the phone rang, so many "I love you's" in her letters
And I love you too......since the phone rang.

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Missing In Action

The Warship had landed and I came ashore
The fighting was over for me ever more
For I had been wounded and missing for dead
A stone for my pillow and snow for my bed

The enemy found me and took me away
And made me a prisoner of war, so they say
But God in His mercy was with me one day
The gates were left open and I ran away

I returned to the old home, a sweet wife to see
The home I had built for my darling and me
The door was left open and there on a stand
I say a picture of her and her man

The clothes she was wearing told me a sad tale
My darling was wearing a new bridal veil
I then found a letter and in it I read
Mission in Action, she thought I was dead

I picked up her picture and kissed her goodbye
My poor heart was aching but my eyes were dry
I knew she'd be happy if she never learned
I knew she would never know I had returned

A vagabond dreamer forever I'll roam
Because I had no one to welcome me home
The face of my darling, no more will I see
Missing in Action, forever I'll be

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VERTICAL NEIGHBOR

I crawled out of bed late again this morning
Could barely get my two feet on the floor
This pounding in my head sure drives me crazy
Like nothing I have ever felt before

I dreamt last night that every door was slamming
Was it real and not just in my dreams
I think I know the answer to my problem
It's above my head not far away from me

CHORUS:
I've got a new vertical neighbor that keeps me up all night
A new vertical neighbor, but something just ain't right
I need more horizontal to get me through the day
But my new vertical neighbor, is really driving me insane.

Two o'clock this morning I was sleeping
At 2:15 I was wide away again
Don't get me wrong I really love the Fables
But I've had all I can listen to of Glenn

I think it's time I get myself a hobby
Yah'I think I'll learn to play the drums
I'll practice every morning bright and early
See how long before that boy will run

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Nobody Knows
Lorettta Johnson / Gordon Cormier

There's a party on tonight in Great Harbour Deep
Last chance to meet before we go
Get all your friends together cause we're tearing up the town
And where we'll all end up nobody knows

The Pollards and the Pittmans are stepping on the floor
When they run the goat you'd think that they were pros
We'll raise a glass and toast the town we'll leave behind
But take our memories with us when we go.

Chorus:
Nobody knows if we'll make it through the day
Nobody knows if we'll find a better way
Everybody's waiting for the good times you know
But where it all will end nobody knows.

Houses standing empty with no locks upon the doors
You'd swear to God they're just out for the day
But the fishing boats are empty and the nets are hung to dry
No more will they sail out across the bay.

The Lady Rosella has made her final call
The time has come to put the town to sleep
The sound of children's voices still echo through the hills
In the lonely port Great Harbor Deep

LOCH LOMOND

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
The sun it shines on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Chorus
You take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland before you
Where me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
'Twas there we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond.
For a broken heart knows no second spring,
resigned we must be when we're parted

You take the high road and I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland before you
Where we and my true love, will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

Better Times (The shores of Newfoundland)

Farewell to Dublin City and the girls that I adore
I'm bound down for old St. John's and I'll return no more
Good-bye all ye Bonnie Lass I'm leaving far behind
It sure was good to know ya now I'm off for better times

A ship lies in the harbor and she's ready to set sail
Across the mighty ocean on the breast of a Northern Gale
I'll do my share aboard the ship as much as any man
In payment for the voyage to the shores of Newfoundland

So Farewell to Dublin City and the girls that I adore
I'm bound down for ole St. John's and I'll return no more
Good-bye all ye Bonnie Lass I'm leaving far behind
It sure was good to know ya now I'm off for better times

LEAD

Good-bye Kate and Nancy and my sweet Maryanne
I'll not forget the times we had while walking hand in hand
But I must go a roaming across the salty sea
And I know there'll be Bonnie Lasses waiting there for me

So Farewell to Dublin City and the girls that I adore
I'm bound down for ole St. John's and I'll return no more
Good-bye all ye Bonnie Lass I'm leaving far behind
It sure was good to know ya now I'm off for Better times

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MacArthur's Kitchen Party

We're having a kitchen party at MacArthurs tonight
And anyone who's anyone you're welcome to invite
Bring along your fiddle and good ole pair of shoes
And we'll crack the cork another keg of Uncle Johnny's brew

Here come the MacDonald boys with Mandolin and fiddle
And a tall guy with reddish hair is standing in the middle
He sings a cappella and what a sound he can produce
Sure everyone here knows him well, he goes by Bill the Bruce

Chorus:
Just get your duds in order and when your work is done
Get all your friends together, tell everyone to come
Tonight we're gonna raise the roof, we'll all be there by nine
The ceilidh's at MacArthurs we'll be having a hell of a time

So many conversations, people talking up a storm
Margaret sings in gaelic like her father before
No trouble to tell the Scotsman for they're singing every song
It matters not the age you are to keep tradition strong

Aunt Mary's telling stories of ceilidhs long ago
The friends that she remembers are long since gone you know
You can almost see them dancing there and stepping on the
floor
With all the noise they're making sure you'd never hear the door.

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