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Written by Robbie Smith

Follow the pathway that leads from the sea
To the mist covered mountains for that’s where I’ll be
There’s bread and meat a plenty and kegs of crimson wine
Bring some dancing girls and we’ll drink and we’ll dine
Singing gypsy songs till the break of the day
Bring your mandolin and we’ll play
Yes we’ll pla-a-a-a-ay, Ah-a-a-a-a-ah, we’ll play

A fire is a-blazing upon the mountainside
There’s feasters to the left side and lovers to the right
There’s thunder in the valleys where hell and heaven fight
But here there’s only pleasure tonight…
Tonight Ah-a-a-a-ah, tonight

Gypsy Dance Break

Follow the pathway that leads from the sea
To the mist covered mountains for that’s where I’ll be

Light Break

The gypsy feast is over, the coals are burning low
The harvest moonlight pales with the dawn’s horizon glow
Throughout the coming winter we’ll be waiting for the day
When you’ll bring your mandolin and we’ll play
Yes we’ll play. We’ll play.

Written by Robbie Smith

I yearned to feel the ocean’s roll
I was always the seafaring kind
But too many storms have taken their toll
And all that remains on my mind

Is dry land, dry land
It’s been seven fortnights since we raised the sail
All hands – dry land
We’ve slipped from the grip of a force seven gale to dry land

I don’t know how we held our course
With the roaring forties surrounding us
And when, avast, they snapped the mast
Why, we thought that Glory had found us

Dry land, dry land –
It’s as welcome a sound as a sailor can hear
All hands dry land
There’s somebody waiting for you at the pier

Now, there comes a time when the sea’s ancient rhymes
No longer ring true
When the ship’s glass climbs and the bell buoy chimes
Out it’s welcome for you

Some thirst for gold, for gemstones rare
Some hunger for freedom wherever they roam
But no thirst known could e’er compare
To the thirst I’m feeling for you, for home

Dry land, dry land – with hardships astern and our eyes to the bow
All hands dry land – we’ve never known the skipper to smile
But he’s smilin’ now at dry land, dry land –
Safe back on the tides where once we were cast
All hands dry land
The storm clouds are past and from oceans vast at last… dry land

Written by Robbie Smith and Chett Buchanan

Started out with a lot of dreams
But they trickled down to a single stream
Love can leave you second best
You lie down can’t get no rest
Cause you’re a friend to none, lover to some
You wear your badge of street-wise freedom
No one sees through your cool façade
Except superman and maybe God

Say look at me – I’m a long way down
But from what I see – it’s you who’s closest to the ground

You put a timer on our love affair –
I was Mario Andretti with my tires out of air
You put me down like a persian rug
But I never sank below the hole you dug
Now you’re a friend to none, lover to some
You wear your badge of street-wise freedom
No one sees through your cool façade
Except superman and maybe God

Say look at me – I’m a long way down
But from what I see – it’s you who’s closest to the ground

Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na

What you were was a girl Friday
Who hung around with the boss ’til Monday
How can you be worthy of my trust
When you sacrificed our love for lust?
Now, I’m a friend to none, lover to some
I wear my badge of street-wise freedom
No one sees through my cool façade
Except superman and maybe God

Say look at you – you’re a long way down
But from what you see – it’s me who’s closest to the ground

Just another soul another one dream soul
With none with none of the answers
Just another soul another one dream soul
With none with none of the answers

Just another soul another one dream soul
Another one dream soul – one dream one dream one dream
Just another soul another one dream soul
Another one dream soul – wand’ring wand’ring wand’ring

Just another soul

Written by Robbie Smith

Somedays there ain’t no fish – there ain’t no fish to catch
Somedays there ain’t no berries, hidin’ in the berry patch
Somedays, somedays – nothin’ works and nothin’ pays
My life’s been filled with somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead

Somedays there ain’t no joy – there ain’t no joy to find
Somedays there ain’t no forward – you can only go behind
Somedays, somedays – you do your best, but you get no praise
My life’s been filled with somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead

I know you feel the need to complain with justifiable cause
But did you know that “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” –
Almost didn’t make it to the “Wizard of Oz”?

Somedays there ain’t no love – beatin’ in your suitor’s heart
Somedays the only dreams are the kind that just fall apart
Somedays, somedays – feel like a mouse in a crazy maze
My life’s been filled with somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead

I know you feel the need to complain with justifiable cause
But did you know that “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” –
Almost didn’t make it – it almost didn’t make it…

Somedays there ain’t no fish – there ain’t no fish to catch
Somedays there ain’t no berries, hidin’ in the berry patch
Somedays, somedays – nothin’ works and nothin’ pays
My life’s been filled with somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead

Oh – my life’s been filled with somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead

Oh – my life’s been filled with somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead… somedays

Written by Robbie Smith

No more darkness to cloud my vision
To make me blind to the light I seek
No more chains now to keep me in prison
To make my heart grow weak

No more trials now to try my courage
To rob me of my strength to speak
No more failures to hurt or discourage
I’ve scaled that mountain peak

Home, I’m gonna follow my father home
Hey, follow my father home

No more weakness to drown my spirit
To weigh me down in a sea of grief
Just sweet music all around can’t you hear it
To bring my soul relief

Home, I’m gonna follow my mother home
Hey, follow my mother home

Instrumental Break

Home, I’m gonna follow my brother home
Hey, follow my brother home

Though it seems to some that I’m only a mem’ry
To haunt those places I used to roam
Don’t let your days get dark and empty
Cause now I’m, I’m truly, I’m truly home

Home, I’m gonna follow my sister home
Hey, follow my sister home

Home, I’m gonna follow my family home
Follow my family home
Follow my family home
My journey’s over and I’m home

Written by Robbie Smith

Come look to the lee…Out there in the rising mist
It’s land that I see – hold your course boys and we’ll drift

1783 the coming of the loyalists who founded Shelburne town

They landed on the shore and they settled in the wilderness
Allegiance they swore to uphold the royal interests
And so forever more they became the loyalists who founded Shelburne town

They brought their dreams and their strength and talent
Far across the wind-swept foam
Their hopes were high and their hearts were gallant
And at last they had found a home

Those first years were long with hardships and loneliness
But they carried on with courage and willingness
Until good fortune shone – shone down on the loyalists, who founded Shelburne town

They brought their dreams and their strength and talent
Far across the wind-swept foam
Their hopes were high and their hearts were gallant
And at last they had found a home

Look back through the years historians and journalists
Pay tribute to them here – the builders and the blacksmiths
The true pioneers – the ones called the loyalists who founded Shelburne town…

The millers and the carpenters the woodsmen and the weavers, Shelburne town
The farmers and the fishermen the tradesmen and the teachers, Shelburne town
The merchants the soldiers the drifters and the dreamers
Yes, they founded Shelburne town

Come look to the lee

Written by Robbie Smith

Where are you bound to my sad soldier boy?
Your eyes look so dark, have they never known joy?
There are sorrows a-plenty for soldiers to bear
But surely they know when a man’s had his share
Far more than his share

Sad soldier boy, I’ve clean sheets to unfold
And warm winter lodgings to soften the cold
And a night’s worth of love both to have and to hold
To keep long in your heart should you ever grow old
If they let you grow old

Oh, soldier boy come and rest in my arms
Let a sad woman’s love gently keep you from harm
There are tears in our hearts even love cannot dry
But so long as there’s love, ah, we mortals must try
And so shall we try

Sad soldier boy, can you manage a smile
With burdens and woes cast aside for a while
’Til the fighting resumes and you’re called to the fray
By high men in hiding whom you must obey
For they’ll not let you stay

Oh soldier boy you’re a long way from home
And though you are tired I know you must roam
For there’s orders to follow and muskets to load
And a foe to confront ‘round the bend of the road
So far down that road

Oh soldier boy if you’d marry me now
I would love you as much as these times would allow
Will you ever be free from your duty and pride?
Keeping all of your pain and your troubles inside
With so few to confide

Sad soldier boy may you safely return
For this flame once alit shall constantly burn
To ne’er be extinguished by distance or death
To glow on and on for as long as I’ve breath – For as long as I’ve breath

Written by Robbie Smith and Anne Smith

Where’s the tall ship in the harbour?
Built by ancient able hands
Sailing boldly through the ages
To proclaim a new found land

There’s the tall ship in the harbour
Captain brave and gallant crew
O’er the wild Atlantic Ocean
Came the tall ship tried and true

Fair as the skies above her masthead
True as the stars that plot her course
Strong as the gales that she’s outlasted
Now she makes for welcome shores

Here’s to the tall ships in the harbour
Gather round from far and near
Tis the time for celebration
Raise your glass and give three cheers

Here’s to the tall ships in the harbour
Gather round from far and near
Tis the time for celebration
Raise your glass and give three cheers

Huzzah – huzzah – huzzah
Here’s to the tall ships

Written by Robert S. Smith

The artist parades at his lowly charade
– through the streets he sweeps neatly
With purpose that captures the work of the masters
– his brush moves and so proves
That the street sweeper knows that new metal is soon to rust
The street sweeper knows that the ending for all is dust

He renders his beauty with brush strokes of duty
– in laneways with dirt greys
And frames with his being a sight beyond seeing
– so tender, remember
The street sweeper knows that new metal is soon to rust
The street sweeper knows that the ending for all is dust

All furtive and stooped low he blends in the shadow
– as graceless and faceless
The street scene is done with the turn of the sun
– while forgiving the living
For the street sweeper knows that new metal is soon to rust
The street sweeper knows that the ending for all…… is dust

Written by Robbie Smith and Anne Smith

Splintered mast in a ragged gale
– no more she’ll sail – no more she’ll sail –
Who amongst us will prevail?

When I was one and twenty in Hampden Newfoundland
I signed aboard a whaling ship to give the byes a hand

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

They warned me of the dangers – they laughed and made their wagers
They said the waves and the icy winds would one day take their toll
But I would not be taunted – I stood my ground undaunted
For the sea was in my blood and fire in my soul

We cleared the White Bay breakers due north to Labrador
And tracked Baleens off Greenland along the frozen shore

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

No sooner had we anchored amid the silent floes
Than the captain spied the risin’ spray and hollered thar she blows

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

Ah but six days out the wind turned about and it took us by surprise
And it caught the sail with such a gale we feared we would capsize

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

We heard a sound and we looked around as the ice began to shift
And something buckled under us as the bow began to lift

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

We tried our best to save her but the wind would grant no favour
She tore the sails and the riggin’ lines as if with some great sword
But the captain would not leave her – his orders were to free her
As she floundered on the jagged bergs with thirty hands aboard

Splintered mast in a ragged gale
– no more she’ll sail – no more she’ll sail
Who amongst us will prevail
– to tell the tale – to tell the tale
Who amongst us will prevail?

Twas days before they found me – the wreckage all around me
So cold and weak I couldn’t speak when they asked me for my name
And though the scars have faded and the storms have since abated
I know the sea has branded me and I’ll never be the same

So learn your lessons well my lads and heed the sailors’ lore
When it’s time to launch the whaling ships just stay upon the shore

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove
Beyond the sheltered cove

Written by Robbie Smith

Oh, won’t you take me down that warm winding river
Where the water widens out to find new adventure
I hope that you’ll come away with me
Down the old Missouri River
To where the air is so fresh and free
Just driftin’ on down that river

Well, it’s a sun’s up brighten up buttercup morning
And I’m going out to seek my good fortune
I hope that you’ll come and share the view
Down the old Missouri River
I know that you’ll hear the music too
Just driftin’ on down that river

Sing another river song
Sing it just like it was meant to be sung
Sing another river song – like they used to
When Huckleberry Finn was young

Well I’m mighty grateful to my lord and maker
To Mark Twain and to mother nature
And for the breeze that is guiding me
Down the old Missouri River
To some sweet simple destiny
Just driftin’ on down that river

Now, that rusty old harmonica never sounded better
As we paddle out singin’ out “oh Shenendoah”
We dip the oars in between each rhyme
Down the old Missouri River
Upon a raft going back in time
Just driftin’ on down that river

Written by Robbie Smith

Oh, say a prayer for me
I’m out in the hot sun workin’ in the quarry
I feel as low as a man can be
Down in the lonesome valley

Please say a prayer for me – simple and sweet
Take these shackles from my hands and feet
I miss my wife and my family
Down in the lonesome va-a-lley

Oh, please say a prayer for me – simple and sweet
Take these shackles from my hands and feet
I miss my wife and my family
Down in the lonesome va-a-lley

Oh, if only I’d stayed in memphis
Lord, if only I’d stayed in memphis
I could be earning my pay – a dollar a day –
Just working and minding my business
But I’m tired and lonesome – why did I ever come
Down to the lonesome valley?
Tired and lonesome – it gets so worrisome
Down in the lonesome valley…
Oh wo-woe, lord have mercy on me.

Please come and set me free
I’m out in the hot sun workin’ in the quarry
I’d rather be buried in Tennessee
Than down in the lonesome valley

Oh, please come and set me free – I’m broken and I’m weak
Lord, the summer’s dying and the nights are bleak
And all I am is a memory
Down in the lonesome va-a-lley

All I am is a memo-o-ry…
A-way-way down in the lonesome va-a-lley