Biografía:
Dougie MacLean (born 1954 in Perthshire, Scotland) is a singer-songwriter, composer and multi-instrumentalist.
His career started with a traditional band, The Tannahill Weavers, in 1976. His solo career started in 1981 and he recorded five albums. He plays multiple instruments, including guitar, violin, mandola, viola, bouzouki, banjo and bass as well as being a singer and composer[1].
MacLean's most famous pieces include "The Gael", from his 1990 album The Search
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[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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