Episode 3 Transatlantic Sessions

My ancestors came from Scotland and it's important for me

to move around and to visit different parts of Scotland

and it gets me a little closer to the country itself and,

sort of, draws these inspirations for different tunes that

I end up writing after I leave here.

Beautiful.

# I'm 20,000 feet high

# Saw the lights below me

# Twinkling just like Christmas

# We descended slowly

# And the curve of the world passed

# With all of that flying

# Above the mighty ocean

# And now we all are arriving

# Grab the carry on baggage

# Join the herd from the mad run

# Take a place in the long line

# Where does everyone come from?

# As we shuffle on forward

# As we wait for inspection

# Don't be holding that line up

# At the end lies redemption

# Oh-oh-oh, hey-hey-hey, ah-ah-ah

# Now I'm stamped and I'm waved through

# I take up my position

# At the mouth of the cannon

# Saying prayers of contrition

# Please deliver my suitcase

# From all mischief and peril

# Now the sight of the circling

# Is a hymn to the faithful

# Forgive me my staring for my unconcealed envy

# In the Hall of Arrivals where the great river empties

# Its hand carts and porters

# All the people it carries

# To be greeted with flowers

# Grandfathers and babies

# Oh-oh-oh, hey-hey-hey, ah-ah-ah

# There is no-one to meet me

# Yet I'm all but surrounded

# By the tears and embracing

# By the joy unbounded

# The friends and relations

# Leaping over hemispheres

# Transcendental reunion

# All borders vanish here

# We are travellers travelling

# We are gypsies together

# We're philosophers gathering

# We are business or pleasure

# We are going or coming

# We're just finding our way

# To the next destination

# And from night into day

# Oh-oh-oh, hey-hey-hey, ah-ah-ah...

# Oh-oh-oh, hey-hey-hey, ah-ah-ah

# In a giant bird's belly

# I flew over the ocean

# From 20,000 feet high

# How those lights were glowing. #

We're in an absolutely beautiful spot here on the shores of Loch Lomond

and I did a commission for the Trossachs National Park

and I wrote a thing called the Trossachs Suite.

So, we did the overture for that today and it was

kind of nice having Loch Lomond behind.

# When I was a barmaid

# You were my mead

# When I was a brave knight

# You were my stead

# When I was so lonesome

# I wanted to cry

# You came to me in the night

# We cried, oh mama, sing me a love song

# Pour me some bourbon and lay me down low

# Ooooooh, baby

# My poor heart is breaking

# I feel the ground shaking

# Right under my feet

# Just put me to sleep

# When I was a sailor

# You were my land

# Always receding and nowhere to stand

# And when I fell over

# You were the wind

# And you picked me up on your tail

# And cried, oh, mama, sing me a love song

# Pour me some bourbon

# And lay me down low

# Ooooh, baby, my poor heart is breaking

# I feel the ground shaking

# Right under my feet

# Just put me to sleep

# Put me to sleep

# When I was a farmer

# You were the rain

# When I was a young lover

# You were my pain

# And when all the fireflies

# We trapped in jars

# Escaped last night under stars

# You cried, oh, mama, sing me a love song

# And pour me some bourbon and lay me down low

# And mmmmmm, baby, my poor heart is breaking

# I feel the ground shaking right under my feet

# Oh-oh-oh, mama, sing me a love song

# Pour me some bourbon and lay me down low

# Lay me down

# Oooooh, baby, my poor heart is breaking

# I feel the ground shaking right under my feet

# Put me to sleep

# Put me to sleep

# Put me to sleep

# Put me to sleep. #

So, you would think, it may be a difficult thing to get so many

incredible singers in one room and actually have it sound good.

But it's not difficult at all.

It's anything but and everybody just found their part

and sang it strong and it was like being in a church choir.

It was amazing.

# She thinks I still care

# Just because I ask a friend about her

# Just because I spoke her name somewhere

# Just because I rang her number by mistake today

# She thinks I still care

# Just because I haunt the same old places

# Where the memory of her lingers everywhere

# Just because I'm not the happy guy I used to be

# She thinks I still care

# But if she's happy thinking I still need her

# Well, let that silly notion bring her cheer

# But how could she ever be so foolish

# Oh, where would she get such an idea?

# Just because I ask a friend about her

# Just because I spoke her name somewhere

# Just because I saw her then went all to pieces

# She thinks I still care

# She thinks I still care. #

# Oh, dear me, the mill is gannae fast

# And we puir wee shifters canna get a rest

# Shifting bobbins coorse and fine

# They fairly mak' ye work for your ten and nine

# Oh, dear me, I wish the day was done

# Running up and down the Pass it is nae fun

# Shiftin', piecin', spinning warp, weft and twine

# Tae feed and cled ma bairnie affen ten and nine

# Oh, dear me, the world is ill-divided

# Them that work the hardest are aye the least provided

# I maun bide contented dark days or fine

# For there's nae much pleasure living affen ten and nine

# Oh, dear me, the mill's gannae fast

# And we puir shifters canna get a rest

# Shifting bobbins coorse and fine

# They fairly mak' ye work for your ten and nine. #