Generations of Change-Cilla Fisher/Artie Trezise

[ti:Generations Of Change] [ar:Cilla Fisher/Artie Trezise] [al:Cilla & Artie] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Generations of Change - Cilla Fisher/Artie Trezise [00:00.80]My faither was a baillie on a wee fairm at caiplie [00:04.39]And he worked on the land a' the days o' his life [00:08.66] [00:09.20]By the time he made second he said he reckoned [00:13.16]He'd ploughed nearly half o' the East neuk o' fife [00:16.96] [00:17.88]He fee'd on at randerston crawhill and clephinton [00:22.48]Cambo carnbee kilrennie hill [00:26.69] [00:27.81]At kingsbarns he married at boarhills he's buried [00:32.20]Man if he'd lived he'd be ploughing there still [00:36.83] [00:37.96]For those days were his days those ways were his ways [00:42.48] [00:43.01]To follow the plough while his back was still strong [00:47.25] [00:48.21]But those days are past and the time's come at last [00:52.68]For the weakness of age to make way for the young [00:56.81] [00:58.49]I wasnae for ploughing to the sea I was going [01:02.39]To follow the fish and the fisherman's ways [01:06.25] [01:07.27]In rain hail and sunshine I watched the lang runline [01:11.31]Nae man mair contented his whale working day [01:15.57] [01:16.20]I've lang lined the fladden ground the dutch and the dogger bank [01:20.66]Pulled the big fish from the deep devil's hole [01:25.12] [01:25.74]I've side trawled off shetland the faroes and iceland [01:30.18]In weather much worse than a body could thole [01:34.48] [01:35.94]For those days were my days those ways were my ways [01:41.24]To follow the fish while my back was still strong [01:45.99] [01:46.73]But those days are past and the time's come at last [01:51.31]For the weakness of age to make way for the young [01:55.74] [01:57.01]My sons they have grown and away they have gone [02:00.99]To search for black oil in the far northern sea [02:05.02] [02:05.93]Like oilmen they walk like texans they talk [02:09.91]Nay there's no' much in common between my sons and me [02:14.99]They've rough rigged on josephine forties and ninian [02:19.84]Claymore dunlin fisher and awk [02:24.86]They've made fortunes for sure for in one trip ashore [02:29.30]They spend more than I earned in a whole season's work [02:34.14] [02:35.48]For this day is their day this way is their way [02:40.98]To ride the rough rigs while their backs are still strong [02:45.67] [02:46.55]But this day will pass and the time come at last [02:50.50] [02:51.01]For the weakness of age to make way for the young [02:55.92] [02:56.74]My grandsons are growing to school now they're going [03:00.81]But the lang weeks o' summer they spend here wi' me [03:05.19] [03:05.69]We walk through the warm days we talk of the old ways [03:09.94]The cornfield the codfish the land and the sea [03:14.87]We walk through the fields my father once tilled [03:19.55]Talk wi' the old men who once sailed wi' me [03:23.67] [03:25.04]Man it's been awfu' guid I showed them all I could [03:29.74]O' the past and the present what their future might be [03:34.47] [03:35.51]For tomorrow is their day what will be their way [03:41.50]What will they make of their land sea and sky [03:46.99] [03:47.73]Man I've seen awfu' change still it seems very strange [03:53.70] [03:54.32]To look at the world through a young laddie's eyes