Biografia:
1 - Scottish folk singer & songwriter. Born in 1959 and from the West Coast of Scotland, now based in London.
As The London Evening Standard and Time Out! Magazine so succinctly put it:
"Jim McLean...who IS he?"
Born in the West Coast of Scotland, Young Jim (as he was then called) was brought up on a staple diet of Scottish and Irish Folk, with lashings of Old-Timey and Country Music for desert. Yummy!
It was Alex Campbell, the “Big Daddy of Folk Music” who gave McLean the performing bug.
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Outras músicas:
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
This was written to the tune of an old gaelic song (The Mist-covered mountain).
The chords are Am G Am C G? Am G Am throughout the whole song.
Chorus:
Am
Hush, Hush it's time to be sleeping
G
Hush, Hush dreams come a-creeping
Am G C G
Dreams of peace and freedom
Am G Am
So smile in your sleep bonny baby
Verse:
Am
Once our Valleys were ringing
G
With the sounds of our children singing
Am G C G
Now sheep bleat in the evening
Am G Am
And the sheilings stand empty and broken
Chorus
Verse:
Where stands our proud highland mettle?
Our men once so feared in battle
But now they stand huddled like cattle
Soon to be shipped o'er the ocean
Chorus
Verse:
We stood with our heads bowed in prayer
While factors lay our cottages bare
Flames fire clear mountain air
And many were dead in the morning
Chorus
Verse:
No use pleading or praying
Now gone, gone all hopes of staying
So hush now anchors away
Don't cry in your sleep bonny baby
The chords are Am G Am C G? Am G Am throughout the whole song.
Chorus:
Am
Hush, Hush it's time to be sleeping
G
Hush, Hush dreams come a-creeping
Am G C G
Dreams of peace and freedom
Am G Am
So smile in your sleep bonny baby
Verse:
Am
Once our Valleys were ringing
G
With the sounds of our children singing
Am G C G
Now sheep bleat in the evening
Am G Am
And the sheilings stand empty and broken
Chorus
Verse:
Where stands our proud highland mettle?
Our men once so feared in battle
But now they stand huddled like cattle
Soon to be shipped o'er the ocean
Chorus
Verse:
We stood with our heads bowed in prayer
While factors lay our cottages bare
Flames fire clear mountain air
And many were dead in the morning
Chorus
Verse:
No use pleading or praying
Now gone, gone all hopes of staying
So hush now anchors away
Don't cry in your sleep bonny baby
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