Capercaillie - Waiting for the Wheel to Turn Lyrics
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Waiting for the Wheel to Turn
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What Are The Lyrics For Waiting for the Wheel to Turn By Capercaillie?
Living in a place with time
Living in a place where reality is Standing on a big broad line Watching it all go by, ah, But you're taking it all away The music, the tongue and the old refrains You're coming here to play But you're pulling the roots from a dying age Remember the Buachaille Mor Reaching for the skies from the barren shores Watching o'er the village of Burns And counting the days since the gael kept home Well, the stranger claims it now Sitting like a king with his gold from the south Don't you see the waves of wealth Washing away the soul from the land? [Chorus] Here come the Clearances, my friend Silently our history is coming to life again We feel the breeze from the storm to come And up and down this coast We're waiting for the wheel to turn Free were the fields of fern Free was the fishing in the coves of care Empty are the homes of old Empty for the sake of summer's cause Yes, you're taking it all away The music, the tongue and the old refrains You're coming here to play But you're pulling the roots from a dying age [Chorus] |
Who Wrote Waiting for the Wheel to Turn By Capercaillie?
Shaw
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What's The Duration Of The Waiting for the Wheel to Turn By Capercaillie?The duration of Waiting for the Wheel to Turn is 6:44 minutes and seconds. |
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