Biography:
Dougie MacLean OBE (born 27 September, 1954, in Dunblane, Scotland) is one of Scotland's finest singers and songwriters, with a rich, heavily-accented voice. He is a multi-instrumentalist (harp, banjo, mandolin, fiddle, didgeridoo, guitar) with a large back catalogue.
MacLean began his career playing with the Tannahill Weavers in 1976. In the early '80s, he was briefly part of Silly Wizard. His solo career started in 1981. His first release was in 1983 with the album "Craigie Dhu"
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[Intro]
C F C F
[Verse]
C F G
You'll find me sitting at this table
C F G
with my friend Fin and my friend John
Am Em F
My friend Murdaney tells us stories
C G
of things long gone lone gone
C F G
And we may take a glass together
C F G
the whisky makes it all so clear
Am Em F
It fires our dulled imaginations
C G
and I feel so near so near
[Chorus]
C F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
C F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
C Am F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
C F C F
Feel so near
[Verse]
C F G
The old man looks out to the island
C F G
he says this place is endless thin
Am Em F
There's no real distance here to mention
C G
we might all fall in all fall in
C F G
No distance to the spirits of the living
C F G
no distance to the spirits of the dead
Am Em F
And as he turned his eyes were shining
C G
and he proudly said proudly said
[Chorus]
C F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
C F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
C Am F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
C F C F
Feel so near
[Verse]
C F G
So we build our tower constructions
C F G
there to mark our place in time
Am Em F
We justify our great destructions
C G
as on we climb on we climb
C F G
Now the journey doesn't seem to matter
C F G
the destination's faded out
Am Em F
And gathering out along the headland
C G
I hear the children shout children shout
[Chorus]
C F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
C F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
C Am F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
C F C F
Feel so near
C F C F
[Verse]
C F G
You'll find me sitting at this table
C F G
with my friend Fin and my friend John
Am Em F
My friend Murdaney tells us stories
C G
of things long gone lone gone
C F G
And we may take a glass together
C F G
the whisky makes it all so clear
Am Em F
It fires our dulled imaginations
C G
and I feel so near so near
[Chorus]
C F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
C F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
C Am F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
C F C F
Feel so near
[Verse]
C F G
The old man looks out to the island
C F G
he says this place is endless thin
Am Em F
There's no real distance here to mention
C G
we might all fall in all fall in
C F G
No distance to the spirits of the living
C F G
no distance to the spirits of the dead
Am Em F
And as he turned his eyes were shining
C G
and he proudly said proudly said
[Chorus]
C F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
C F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
C Am F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
C F C F
Feel so near
[Verse]
C F G
So we build our tower constructions
C F G
there to mark our place in time
Am Em F
We justify our great destructions
C G
as on we climb on we climb
C F G
Now the journey doesn't seem to matter
C F G
the destination's faded out
Am Em F
And gathering out along the headland
C G
I hear the children shout children shout
[Chorus]
C F
I feel so near to the howling of the wind
C F
Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
C Am F
Feel so near to the flowers in the field
C F C F
Feel so near
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