The last dance of Mary Bayne

The last dance of Mary Bayne (Musik & Text: Tim Roderwieser)

The valley People gathered down by the Riverside
Fiddle and bow were playing on the feast beside the Clyde.

Mary Bayne came up her long red hair waving wild and free,

So Adam took his courage and he asked her: “Flower of Scotland,

save this dance for me.”

This was the last dance of Mary Bayne, no one knew

that she `d never dance again.

The last dance of Mary Bayne and she felt his love was running

through her veins, running through her veins

and he felt the same.

Her father told him: “Leave her, she`s the daughter of the laird!”

He said : “I love her, though I only own a sheep herd!”

But their love was torn in two, he joined the

“Overlord” an went to war,

And when the message came: “He is lost in Normandy.”

Mary left an she swore:

Sixty years later she sits in a wheelchair in St. Mary´s dayroom

A band plays some oldfashioned songs that set her heart in a gloom

An unknown old man comes up to her and takes her hand

And finally she knows him as he whispered: “Flower of Scotland,

Give me this last dance.”

Dance Mary dance and take the stage

and Scotlands flower blooms again

Dance Mary, dance the last dance with him again,

with him again, with him again.

Songtexte St. Nowhere

The road to Elgol

The road to Elgol (Musik und Text: Tim Roderwieser)

Crossing the channel, the white cliffs are in sight.
Breakfast in Kent, then leaving London far behind.
Signs show the aim, we´re heading for “The North”.
Crossing the borders up to the “bonnie, bonnie shores”.

Feel the wind, reach the sky, the Cuillins passing by,
when you´re driving on the road to Elgol with music on your mind, your mind.
See the shore`s getting near, the sound of the waves in your ear.
When you´re driving on the road to Elgol emotions getting high,
the circle is closing when you return to Skye.

Reaching the Highlands with their lochs and their glens,
driving to Mallaig where the road to the islands Ends.
On the Skyeboat we listen to the island´s sound and voice,
it´s Donnie from Portree and Malcolm and his boys.

Our hearts are beating faster as we see Soay, Rhum and Eigg,
our island is crowned by the Black Cuillins´ Peaks.
Over Loch Scavaig the sun´s going down in a glow,
where it all has begun we let the music flow, we let the music grow