Lyrics

SCOTTISH MOON IN DUNFERMLINE

A huge pregnant moon held its breath
and wove in and out
among clouds anchored above the Firth
gave birth to the stars one by one
each becoming incomparable legend and
words and wisdom echoed on the wind,
with the sound of the rain.

OR WAS IT OR WAS IT

The rhythm of a thousand feet marching
the whisper of a thousand voices praying
the last breaths of children dying
lonely bagpipes sighing,
the moon sighed too
and reflected on the rippling firth
raindrops falling into water
clans falling to their knees
castles crumbling into lochs
dead men crumbling into earth

Through the intermittent rain I walked
to Dunfermline abbey
and placed a thistle on a legend tomb
then I stood beside the firth
to watch the moon slide behind a cloud
with her legends in tow
leaving me alone

LEAVING ME ALONE, LEAVING ME ALONE

IN AWE

firth-a narrow inlet from the sea--estuary - from old Norse
lochs-lake

Lyrics: from poem by:Sue Murray
Music by:Joe Podlesney

Lead vocal: Delta
Background Vocal: Joe Podlesney
Highland Pipes: Eric Goodchild
Violin: Chris Devine
Guitars:Joe Podlesney
Keyboard:Joe Podlesney
Bass:Joe Podlesney