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This song is my attempt to write a more traditional folk song. I come from Musselburgh on the east coast of Scotland which used to have a thriving fishing industry and my grandfather was a fisherman, this is a tribute to him and the fisher folk of Musselburgh and the east coast.
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Rolling Home
From Fisherrow to the Neuk o’ Fife
Fishermen and fisherwives
All depend upon the silvery shoals
To turn silver into gold
Silver into gold
On the cold November sea
Sailing round the Isle o’ May
Where the silver herrin’ go
To turn silver into gold
Silver into gold
So set the course and set the sail
Look for the Dog Star to trail
Catch a rolling tide home
The winds will take you there
The waves know just where
There’s a rolling tide home
Rolling home
In the mussel beds on the back sands
In the salt water wi’ calloused hands
They fill the creels ti’overflow
In auld Fisherrow
Auld Fisherrow
And fishwives aye ca’ their men
For being faithless a’ ower again
But their hearts aye ebb and flow
Tae auld Fisherrow
Auld Fisherrow
So set the course and set the sail...
A Newhaven bride wrapped in her shawl
Waves the men folk away to trawl
The herrin’ harvest from the sea
Tae bring tae yon quay
Tae bring tae yon quay
An’ on the sea they’re a’ your friends
The winds, the waves and the fishermen
But the best friend in a’ the sea
Will bring you to yon quay
Bring you tae yon quay
So set the course and set the sail...
© Rolling Home words & music by Tom Fairnie 1969 & November 2001
From Fisherrow to the Neuk o’ Fife
Fishermen and fisherwives
All depend upon the silvery shoals
To turn silver into gold
Silver into gold
On the cold November sea
Sailing round the Isle o’ May
Where the silver herrin’ go
To turn silver into gold
Silver into gold
So set the course and set the sail
Look for the Dog Star to trail
Catch a rolling tide home
The winds will take you there
The waves know just where
There’s a rolling tide home
Rolling home
In the mussel beds on the back sands
In the salt water wi’ calloused hands
They fill the creels ti’overflow
In auld Fisherrow
Auld Fisherrow
And fishwives aye ca’ their men
For being faithless a’ ower again
But their hearts aye ebb and flow
Tae auld Fisherrow
Auld Fisherrow
So set the course and set the sail...
A Newhaven bride wrapped in her shawl
Waves the men folk away to trawl
The herrin’ harvest from the sea
Tae bring tae yon quay
Tae bring tae yon quay
An’ on the sea they’re a’ your friends
The winds, the waves and the fishermen
But the best friend in a’ the sea
Will bring you to yon quay
Bring you tae yon quay
So set the course and set the sail...
© Rolling Home words & music by Tom Fairnie 1969 & November 2001
You gotta tag your mp3s, man. When I download your songs the only
info is a track number... Get your name on the mp3s and any other
song info. This stuff is too good to be out there in the virtual music
world without any credits.
Another great song.
Jack