1. Will You Go, Lassie, Go	2. Times
	Oh the summertime is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather Will you go lassie go And we’ll all go together To pluck wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will you go lassie go I will build my love a tower Near yon' pure crystal fountain And on it I will place All the flowers of the mountain Will you go lassie go If my true love she were gone I would surely find another Where the wild mountain thyme Grows around the blooming heather Will you go lassie go	Landscape of time Landscape I walked thru Road in the light Ev’ry move towards true feelings River of emotion, reaching out for you Like birds over the cold land of the northern Setting sail for the heart Thru all those years Thru all the fears Join me And believe I colour the days I colour the night Poetry and dreams I cover the ways Don’t be so shy But feel, time to let yourself go Spirits rising high Meet you somewhere On the road of desire
	3. Speaking With The Angel	5. The Garden Valley
	He don’t know how to lie Or undermine you He don't know how to steal How to deal or deceive So leave him alone, set him free 'Cause he's speaking with the angel Speaking with the angel That only he can see You say he's so helpless Well what about you You don't pull the strings Don't you know anything Just leave him alone, let him be 'Cause he's speaking with the angel Speaking with the angel That only he can see Would you teach him about heaven Would you show him how to love the earth Would you poison him with prejudice From the moment of his birth He in the name of love He in the blood of the lamb He that never lays blame He don't even know his name Just leave him alone, let him be 'Cause he's speaking with the angel Speaking with the angel The very one that spoke to you and me Oh do you remember?	This is really not my home Where are you, my lovely Jenny? I'm afraid and all alone There is no peace for me I'm sitting in the stranger's room Playing at the stranger's table Shining empty like the moon There’s no peace for me But in the darkness struggle cold I think about a garden valley Gentle as the leaves unfold Singing out along the Tay Distant and so far away There is no peace for me I'm blinded by your city lights I wander through these fearful places The colours fade to black and white There is no peace for me These are not the friends I know These are not their smiling faces A desert that no one should know There is no peace for me Now I know and feel it well The immigrant's deep sunken feeling Standing at the gates of hell There is no peace for me Burned out by their master's greed Cruel exile, transportation Robbed of every love and need There is no peace for me
	6. Black Is The Colour	7. The Blantyre Explosion
	Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like some roses fair She has the sweetest smile and such gentle hands Oh I love the ground whereon she stands I love my love and well she knows I love the ground whereon she goes I wish the day it soon would come When she and I can be as one I go to the Clyde and I mourn and weep For satisfied I never can be I write her a letter, just a few short lines And I suffer death oh a thousand times	By Clyde's bonnie banks as I slowly did wander Among the pit heaps as the evening grew nigh I spied a young woman all dressed in black mourning Weeping and wailing with many a sigh I stepped up beside her and gently addressed her Would you tell, would you talk about the cause of your pain Weeping and wailing at last she did answer Johnny Murphy, kind sir, is my true lovers name Twenty-one years of age full of youth and good looking To work down the mine of high Blantyre he came Our wedding was fixed all the guests were invited That calm summer's evening my Johnny was slain The explosion was heard by the women and children With pale anxious faces they ran to the mine When the news was made known all the hills rang with their mourning Three hundred and ten Scottish miners were slain Mothers and daughters and sweethearts and lovers The Blantyre explosion you’ll never forget And all you good people who hear my sad story Remember the miners who’re lying to their rest
	9. The Verdant Braes Of Screen / Fisherman's	10. No Frontiers
	As I roved out one evening fair By the verdant braes of Screen I set my back to a hawthorn tree To view the sun in the west country The dew on the forest green A lad I spied by our burn side And a maiden on his knee And he was dark as the berry brown red And she all way and worn to see All way and worn was she Oh sit you down on the grass, he said On the dewy grass so green For the wee birds all have come and gone Since I’ve my true love seen, he said Since I’ve my true love seen Then I’ll not sit on the grass, she said Nor be a lover of thine For I hear you have another one And your heart’s no longer mine, she said And your heart’s no longer mine And I’ll not heed what an old man says For his days are well nigh done And I’ll not heed what the young man says For he’s fair for many’s the one, she said For he’s fair for many’s the one But I will climb a high, high tree And rob a wild bird’s nest And back I’ll bring whatever I do find To the arms that I love the best, she said To the arms that I love the best	If life is a river and your heart is a boat And just like a water baby, baby born to float And if life is a wild wind that blows way on high Then your heart is Amelia dying to fly Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes And if life is a bar room in which we must wait 'Round the man with his fingers on the ivory gates Where we sing until dawn of our fears and our fates And we stack all the dead men in self addressed crates In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark That somehow this black night Feels warmer for the spark Warmer for the spark To hold us 'til the day When fear will lose its grip And heaven has its way Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes If your life is a rough bed of brambles and nails And your spirit's a slave to man's whips and man's jails Where you thirst and you hunger for justice and right Then your heart is a pure flame of man's constant night In your eyes faint as the singing of a lark That somehow this black night Feels warmer for the spark Warmer for the spark To hold us 'til the day when fear will lose its grip And heaven has its way And heaven has its way When all will harmonise And know what's in our hearts The dream will realise Heaven knows no frontiers And I've seen heaven in your eyes Heaven knows no frontiers ... And I've seen heaven in your eyes