Steven Clark

Steven Clark

BandFolk

Songs of the human condition, From a Scottish tradition How we'll end, how we start From the head And the heart

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From Here You Can See Ben Lomond

Written By: Steven Clark

My father was a Sou'side man
About the Gorbals streets he ran
Till northwards seeking work he cam
And finding love he stayed.
I tholed the school in Gourlay Street;
Dreamed of running with a ball at my feet.
And summer days so long and sweet
At the top of Balgrayhill

From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I've looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So when you ask me why I stay
I answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills

In the Caley then, I learned my trade
Hard men at work, and hard we played
The railways of the world we made
Every rivet, bore and seam.
I never dreamed the day would dawn
Cowlairs and Atlas would be gone
With just the names to linger on
The ghosts of people's lives

From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I've looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So when you ask me why I stay
I answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills

My neighbour now's a decent man
His faither came fae some dusty land
Where locomotives I built, ran.
And may be running still

And now my fires are banked and low
I take it easy and I take it slow
But in my dreams, I up and go
To the top of the Balgray hill

From here, you can see Ben Lomond
And over there the Campsie Hills
Though I've looked upon them ten thousand times
It makes my heart stand still
So do not ask me why I stay
I'll answer as I always will
From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills

From here you can see Ben Lomond
And the Campsie Hills

Darien

Written By: Steven Clark

Darien Scheme

A land of beggars, tired and hungry
Wars and famines bled you dry
The pedlar's wares were bright and gaudy
The ribbons' colours snared your eye
Have you gold or have you silver?
Pledge your word and name
Trade and clergy, Lords and commons
From near and far as one they came

And they bore a heavy burden
A nation's hope, a people's dream
The odds were long, they staked the future,
Gambling on the Darien Scheme
Did you dream of gold and treasure,
Toiling in the rains?
Plague and hunger were your measure
An unmarked grave for all your pains

Upon the flag the sun was rising
For the day they hoped would dawn,
The course was set towards the sunset
In a blink all hope was gone
The Saint Andrew, the Endeavour
and the Dolphin left the shore
All alone the Caledonia would
Return to home once more

And they bore a heavy burden
A stifled hope, a broken dream
They staked the future, lost a nation
Gambling on the Darien Scheme

Harsh Realities

Written By: Steven Clark

I'll wash yours if you wash mine
Hang them out upon the line
And I hope the day stays fine until they dry
Oh how happy we will be
I'll pay you if you pay me
Working in the laund-eree
Till we die

Once upon the land we'd toil
Sow the seed and till the soil
Now we watch the kettle boil for our tea
And deep suspicion grows
Washing other people's clothes
Is the future I suppose
For you and me

I'll wash yours if you wash mine
Hang them out upon the line
And I hope the day stays fine until they dry
Oh how happy we will be
I'll pay you if you pay me
Working in the laund-eree
Till we die

Once they built ships on the Clyde
Down the slipway they would glide
And a man could take some pride in his trade
Now there's marinas and there's yachts
Tell the haves from the have-nots
And the pride is all forgotten or betrayed

I'll wash yours if you wash mine
Hang them out upon the line
And I hope the day stays fine until they dry
Oh how happy we will be
I'll pay you if you pay me
Working in the laund-eree
Till we die

There's Call Centres by the score
Every week there's bloody more
Wonder what we did before they were there?
At computers and in shops
People work until they drop
And until the bubble pops
No-one cares