Текст песни Empty Glens (Live in Liverpool, 29.11.03) - Runrig
                                                Looking 
                                                out 
                                                on 
                                                all 
                                                that's 
                                                been
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                on 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                is 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                that's 
                                                beyond 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                close 
                                                my 
                                                eyes 
                                                in 
                                                isolation
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here's 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                word 
                                                was 
                                                sown
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                that's 
                                                grown 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                that's 
                                                passed 
                                                like 
                                                ghosts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                child 
                                                to 
                                                highland 
                                                generations
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                we 
                                                walk 
                                                in 
                                                empty 
                                                glens, 
                                                rushes 
                                                blowing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                voice 
                                                that's 
                                                calling 
                                                you 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                come 
                                                back 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                have 
                                                they 
                                                gone, 
                                                where 
                                                have 
                                                they 
                                                gone, 
                                                gone 
                                                to 
                                                illusion 
                                                everyone
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                darkest 
                                                heart, 
                                                the 
                                                pride 
                                                of 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                walk 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Science 
                                                breaking 
                                                down 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                hordes 
                                                go 
                                                rushing 
                                                through 
                                                for 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                the 
                                                thrills 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                world, 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                her 
                                                idols
 
                                    
                                
                                                Here 
                                                the 
                                                water 
                                                washed 
                                                us 
                                                clean
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                deeper 
                                                peace 
                                                for 
                                                all 
                                                our 
                                                keenest 
                                                sins
 
                                    
                                
                                                Washed 
                                                in 
                                                these 
                                                clear, 
                                                clear 
                                                crystal 
                                                fountains
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Saints of the Soil (Live in Mainz 12.12.01)
2 The Ship (Live in Inverness 09.05.02)
3 Canada (Live in London 15.05.02)
4 Hearts of Olden Glory (SWR Radio Session live in Mainz 07.10.03)
5 An Sabhal Aig Neill (Live in Hamburg 12.06.01)
6 The Ocean Road (Live in Hamburg 19.07.08)
7 And the Accordions Played (Live in Edinburg 26.07.08)
8 Travellers / In Scandinavia (Live in Hamburg 19.07.08)
9 Empty Glens (Live in Liverpool, 29.11.03)
10 Flower of the West (Live in Koblenz 30.11.05)
11 Clash of the Ash (Live in Edinburgh 26.07.08)
12 Every River (Live in Heilbronn 11.12.01)
13 Wonderful (Live in Freiburg 11.05.93)
14 Precious Years / Every River (Live in Freiburg 11.05.93)
15 Edge of the World (Live in Köln 11.06.94)
16 Road and the River (BBC Session live in Glasgow 06.-07.12.96)
17 The Dancing Floor (BBC Session live in Glasgow 06.-07.12.96)
18 Road Trip (Live at Radio Clyde 30.11.08)
19 The Engine Room (Live at Radio Clyde 30.11.08)
20 Things That Are (Live in Glasgow 18.12.10)
21 Pride of the Summer (Live in Glasgow 18.12.10)
22 Onar (Live in Vejle 02.03.16)
23 Rise and Fall / Elegy (Live in Edinburgh 23.07.16)
24 The Story (Live in Edinburgh 23.07.16)
25 Somewhere (Re-Recording 2018)
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