Текст песни Runrig - The Cutter
Runrig - The Cutter слова песни
When you arrived in Canada you walked the streetsOut of work out of money, prospects bleakNow the plane comes down from the morning skyAnd you touch the land where the fire won`t dieJohnny, you`re home, manIt`s a long roadYou drove us downIt`s only a momentSince the diesels turnedNow the blade cuts clean through the island soilThe years roll back and the world grows smallYou stand on the banks in the wind and the rainAnd all of your money now can`t hide this painSo you hold your mother and you bless the airWith the tears of the emigrant, tongue of the GaelAnd the plane takes off in a clear blue skyLife`s a long lost list of last goodbyesThe heath flame is burning brightBurning every nightIt`s winter in OntarioThe wheels that turned us village kidsStill carry through the heathsThey no longer turn for you