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APPROPRIATE
DIPSTICK (Live version)
Music
by: Phil Cunningham
Lyrics by: Natalie MacMaster (2003)
MY
MOTHER AND MY FATHER NEVER ONE WITHOUT THE OTHER
GOT TOGETHER IN NOVEMBER WITH HER SISTER AND HIS BROTHER
THEY MARRIED IN THE CHURCH WITH THE BIG BIG STEEPLE
AND THEIR FRIENDS TELL ME NOW HOW THEY ARE SUCH FINE PEOPLE
THEY
WOULD DANCE, DANCE, DANCE
2 BY 2 AND HOLDING HANDS
ALL THE COUPLES ON THE FLOOR
DROVE'ER HARD AND ASKED FOR MORE
SO THE FIDDLER WENT ON
GRABBED HIS BOW AND PLAYED A SONG
WELL THAT WAS HIS PICK
HIS APPROPRIATE DIPSTICK
DEEDLE
DI DEE DUM
DEEDLE DI DEE DUM
DIDDLE DIDDLE DUM DEE DU
DIDDLE DIDEE DIDDLE DUM
AND
FORTY YEARS FROM THEN WHEN THEIR DAUGHTER AND HER LOVER
GOT TOGETHER ON THE ALTER TO PROCLAIM TO ONE ANOTHER
ETERNAL LOVE FROM HEAVEN THEY WOULD GIVE AND WOULD RECEIVE
A LOVE THAT WAS WORTH CELEBRATING WELL IN THE EVE
COULD
WE ALL JOIN HANDS
IN THE UNION OF THIS CHANCE
TAKE A PARTNER TO THE FLOOR
FEEL THE MUSIC TO THE CORE
WHEN THE FIDDLER STRUCK A NOTE
THAT WAS WHEN THE PARTY BROKE
AND THE BOW WAS HIS PICK
HIS APPROPRIATE DIPSTICK
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TOUCH
OF THE MASTER'S HAND (Modified version from CD)
Vocals:
John Cowan
Background Vocals & Narrations: Natalie MacMaster
Music: Natalie MacMaster & Brad Davidge
Arrangement: Natalie MacMaster, Brad Davidge & Darol Anger
T
’was battered and scarred and the auctioneer
Thought it barely worth his while
To spend much time on that old violin
But he held it up with a smile
“What
would you bid good folks?” he cried
“Who ’ll start the bidding for me?
A dollar,a dollar,a dollar then two
Two dollars who ’ll make it three?”
Three
dollars once three dollars twice
Goin' for three but no.
From the room far back a fair haired girl
Came forward and took the bow
Then
she wiped the dust from the old violin
And tightened up the strings
She played a tune so pure and sweet
You could hear the angels sing
The
music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low
Said "What ’ll you bid for the old violin?"
and he held it up with the bow.
"A
thousand dollars who'll make it two
Two thousand who'll make it three
Three goin' once three goin' twice
And goin', gone", said he
But
the people cheered and some of them cried
“We don't understand.
What changed it's worth?” came this reply,
“The touch of the master's hand.”
The
touch of the master's hand
The touch of the master's hand
Now
many a soul with life out of tune
Battered and scarred with sin
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like the old violin
A
mess of pottage a glass of wine
A game and she travels on
She's goin' once, goin' twice
Goin', almost gone
But
the Master comes and the foolish crowd
They never understand
The worth of a soul and the change that's brought
By the touch of the Master's hand.
The
touch of the Master's hand
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THE
TOUCH OF THE MASTER'S HAND (Original
poem)
By Myra Brooks
Welsh
Twas
battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
to waste much time on the old violin,
but held it up with a smile
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start the bidding for me?"
"A dollar, a dollar"; then two!" "Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?
Three dollars, once; threedollars twice; going for three.."
But no, from the room, far back,
a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow;
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
and tightening the loose strings,
he played a melody pure and sweet
as caroling angel sings.
The
music ceased, and the auctioneer,
with a voice that was quiet and low,
said; "What am I bid for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
Two thousand! And who'll make it three?
Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice,
and going and gone," said he
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand what changed its worth."
Swift came the reply:
"The touch of a master's hand."
And
many a man with life out of tune,
and battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
much like the old violin,
A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine,
a game - and he travels on.
"He is going" once, and "going twice,
He's going and almost gone."
But the Master comes,
and the foolish crowd
never can quite understand the worth of a soul
and the change that's wrought
by the touch of the Master's hand.
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MY
LOVE, CAPE BRETON AND ME
Vocals:
Kate Quinn
Lyrics: Bob Quinn
Music (Prayer For Peace Waltz): Natalie MacMaster
*
This song was sung by my cousin Kate Quinn (composed by her Father Bob)
at my wedding on Oct 5th, 2002 just moments after my husband and I
were
married. It was then that I was inspired to include it on the recording.
-- Natalie
Sing
me a song of your hills
Of mountains and waters so still
A song that will speak of the magic of three
My love, Cape Breton and me
Teach
me the ways of your land
Where power and peace go hand in hand
It ’s all that I want in this life and it ’s free
My love, Cape Breton and me
Always
your rivers are calling to me
I hear the sound of sweet melody
When we ’re apart and I feel so alone
Carry me home, carry me home
If
my time could end perfectly
I know how I ’d want it to be
God ’s gift of heaven would be made up of three
My love, Cape Breton and me
It
’s all that I want in this life and it ’s free
My love, Cape Breton and me
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GET
ME THROUGH DECEMBER
Vocals:
Alison Krauss
Lyrics: Gordie Sampson & Fred Lavery
Based on the melody 'Neil Gow's Lament For The Death of His Second Wife'
How
pale is the sky that brings forth the rain
As the changing of seasons prepares me again
For the long bitter nights and the wild Winter day
My heart has grown cold my love stored away
My heart has grown cold my love stored away
I've been to the mountain left my tracks in the snow
Where souls have been lost and the walking wounded go
I've taken the pain no girl should endure
But faith can move mountains of that I am sure
Faith can move mountains of that I am sure
Get me through December
A promise I'll remember
Just get me through December
So I can start again
No divine purpose brings freedom from sin
And peace is a gift that must come from within
I've looked for the love that will bring me to rest
Feeding this hunger beating strong in my chest
Feeding this hunger beating strong in my chest
Get me through December
A promise I'll remember
Just get me through December
So I can start again
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IN
MY HANDS
Vocals:
Natalie MacMaster
Lyrics: Natalie MacMaster & Amy Sky
Music: Gordie Sampson
I
see your shape and I'm attracted
I touch your neck and I'm tempted
I feel the spirit that lies within
When I hold you in my hands
This
is the heart you've settled upon
And these are the arms you'll be cradled on
Those are the feet that dance to your tune
And this is the soul that will keep you
People
have carved you and generations mould you
Time had carried you, tradition beholds you
What time has taken passion has kept
What my heart has felt the music has sent
Through
your voice I hear your stories
And in these hands they become my own
And the old times and old memories
Call to life beneath my bow
I
see your shape and I'm attracted
I touch your neck and I'm tempted
I feel the spirit that lies within
When I hold you in my hands
In
my hands
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FIDDLE
AND BOW
Vocals:
Bruce Guthro
Words and music: Bruce Guthro
O
my name is William MacDonnell, I have come across the sea
I am no handsome man of wealth, nor do I plan to be.
But I’ve a treasure fit for kings, and beggars all the same
And she comes with me wherever I go, sometimes she calls my name.
My
father worked his life away, diggin’ for the coal
To the central lowlands every day, with shovel he would go
And he left for me the only thing, he felt he had twas fine
It is my pride and joy, it’s yours now boy read the note he left behind.
CHORUS
No
apple falls far from a tree, now I pass this fiddle down to thee
Hold it near your heart and soul, and let your passions guide your bow
And when the music sweet does play, know I’ll be not far away
Though my body lies down with the coal, my spirit lies for you to hold
In the fiddle and bow
So
with fiddle strapped upon my back I set out to see new lands
I have lived a wild and rovin’ life, played to meek and grand
And to all I played with all I had and I could not help believe
When I’d draw the bow across the strings, somehow I’d set him free
CHORUS
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THE
DRUNKEN PIPER
(Far am Bi Mi-fhin - Where will I be)
Sèist
(Chorus)
Far
am bi mi fhìn is ann a bhios mo dhòchas
Far am bi mi fhìn is ann a bhios mo dhòchas
Far am bi mi fhìn is ann a bhios mo dhòchas
Far am bi mi fhin bigh mo dhochas ann.
Rannan
(Verses)
1.
Siubhal air na cladaichean 's a'coiseachd air a'ghainmhich,
Siubhal air na cladaichean 's a'coiseachd air a'ghainmhich,
Siubhal air na cladaichean 's a'coiseachd air a'ghainmhich,
Far am bi mi fhin bidh mo dhòchas ann.
2.
Thèid mi fhin is Sine null gu taigh a'phìobair,
Thèid mi fhin is Sine null gu taigh a'phìobair,
Thèid mi fhin is Sine null gu taigh a'phìobair,
'S nì sinn brod an ruidhle leinn fhin air an làr.
3.
Fhuair mi fios bho Shìne gu robh tromb is cìr aic'
Fhuair mi fios bho Shìne gu robh tromb is cìr aic'
Fhuair mi fios bho Shìne gu robh tromb is cìr aic'
Ged a bhiodh gach pìobair is fidhleir 'nan tàmh.
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