Episode 2 Transatlantic Sessions

Welcome to the Transatlantic Sessions,

the best of Nashville, Ireland and Scotland.

A Highland location all to ourselves,

it's been called the greatest back-porch show ever,

and that's what we're here for.

I do this every day!

43, take two.

# Love created songs... #

He just wrote it, like brand new Willie Nelson.

It's amazingly inspiring.

Lifetimes can go by and he still comes up with stuff like that.

He's just a genius.

# I guess my heart just settled back to earth

# I rode a dream so wild and free for all that dream was worth

# But true love can be a blessing and a curse

# I guess my heart just settled back to earth

# And now I just how you felt so long ago

# When the dream for you had ended and you let me know

# So I rode from sky to sky

# Trying to keep the dream alive

# But everything I did just made it worse

# I guess my heart just settled back to earth

# Love created songs that I still sing

# Love we knew still makes the rafters ring

# So tonight I'll sing for everything I'm worth

# For all the hearts that settle back to earth

# Love created songs that I still sing

# Loving you still makes the rafters ring

# So tonight I'll sing for everything I'm worth

# For all the hearts that settle back to earth

# Oooooooh

# Oooooh-oooooh-oooooh

# Our love will never have a final verse

# I guess my heart just settled back to earth. #

I think it broadens people's minds when they come here

because when you see what they can do with all these instruments, then they can change.

Maybe they're in a band with the same instruments all their life

and then they come here and say, "Well, yeah..."

-Then they go home and fire everybody!

-Yeah, they fire everybody!

# In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky

# That's the place where I trace my bloodline

# And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone

# "You will never leave Harlan alive"

# Well, my granddad's dad walked down Katahrins Mountain

# And he asked Tillie Helton to be his bride

# He said, "Won't you walk with me out of the mouth of this holler

# "Or we'll never leave Harlan alive"

# Where the sun comes up about ten in the morning

# And the sun goes down about three in the day

# And you fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinking

# And you spend your life

# Just thinking of how to get away

# No-one ever knew there was coal in them mountains

# Till a man from the north-east arrived

# He was waving 100 bills

# And he said "I'll pay you for your minerals"

# But he never left Harlan alive

# My granny, she sold out cheap and they moved out west to Pineville

# To a farm where big Richland River winds

# I bet they danced them a jig

# And they laughed and sang a new song

# Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive?

# But the times got hard and tobacco wasn't selling

# And old Granddad knew what he'd do to survive

# He went and dug for Harlan coal

# He sent the money back to Granny

# But he never left Harlan alive

# Where the sun comes up

# About ten in the morning

# And the sun goes down

# About three in the day

# And you fill your cup

# With whatever bitter brew you're drinking

# And you spend your life digging coal from the bottom of your grave

# And the sun comes up

# About ten in the morning

# And the sun goes down

# About three in the day

# And you fill your cup

# With whatever bitter brew you're drinking

# And you spend your life

# Digging coal from the bottom of your grave

# Oh, you will never

# Leave Harlan alive. #

Ally's a massive inspiration to me and lots of other young musicians from Shetland

and for him to ask me to come along was just great

'and Julie Fowlis from North Uist who's a singer and whistle player,

'she's here as well so it's nice to have one of my comrades around about.

'It's great to have someone to experience it all with as well

'and talk about it for years to come!'

# Oladh neo na oladh cach i

# Biodh i lan aig ceann a' bhuird

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Deoch slainte le fear an tuir

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Chunnacas bat' air an fhairge

# 'S an laimh dhearg air an stiuir

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Deoch slainte le fear an tuir

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Chunnaic mi dol seach' an caol i

# 'S badan fraoich 's an t-slait shiuil

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Deoch slainte le fear an tuir

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Fhir a chunnaic air an t-sail i

# Beannaich an long bhan 's a criudh'

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Deoch slainte le fear an tuir

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Beannaich a cruinn ard 's a h-acfhuinn

# A cuid acraichean 's a siuil

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Deoch slainte le fear an tuir

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Ged a tha mi 'n seo an Colla

# B' e mo thoil a dhol a Rum

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Deoch slainte le fear an tuir

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Agus as a sin a dh' Uibhist

# Nan d' fhuair mi mo ghuidhe leam

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Deoch slainte le fear an tuir

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin

# Deoch slainte le fear an tuir

# Biodh an deoch seo 'n laimh mo ruin. #

'You have to cut loose a bit and hope that everyone else's input takes it to another place

'and sometimes it's not very far from where it first originated

'and other times, it might be miles away,'

but the trust and faith of the other people involved is just amazing.

# This is really not my home

# Oh, where are you my lovely Johnny?

# I'm afraid and all alone

There is no peace for me

# I'm sitting in the stranger's room

# Playing at the stranger's table

# Shining empty like the moon

# There is no peace for me

# But in the darkness struggle cold

# I think about a garden valley

# Gentle as the leaves unfold

# Singing out across the bay

# Distant and so far away

# There is no peace for me

# I'm blinded by your city lights

# I wander through these fearful places

# The colours fade to black and white

# There is no peace for me

# And these are not the friends I know

# These are not their smiling faces

# A desert that no-one should know

# There is no peace for me

# But in the darkness struggle cold

# I think about a garden valley

# Gentle as the leaves unfold

# Singing out across the bay

# Distant and so far away

# There is no peace for me

# Now I know and feel it well

# Poor immigrants' deep sunken feeling

# Standing at the gates of Hell

# There is no peace for me

# Burned out by their master's greed

# Cruel exile transportation

# Robbed of every love and need

# There is no peace for me

# And in the darkness struggle cold

# I think about a garden valley

# Gentle as the leaves unfold

# Singing out across the bay

# Distant and so far away

# There is no peace for me

# There is no peace for me. #

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