Coby’s Cèilidh

Our week in Glenelg was topped off with a community Ceilidh, where we shared art, music, and poetry with any locals who wanted to join the party. After some encouragement from friends, and plenty of musical help, I decided to write a song for sharing at the event.

Over the week, I slowly pieced together a story of coming into the little town of Glenelg, everything that we brought with us, and what I feel like we had learned from our time there. I talked with my fellow students extensively about what lessons we could learn from the friendly people, from the vast nature, and from the little cultural differences that surprised us. Attached below are the lyrics, and really the poetry of what I think we experienced. 

I had great fun writing this song with friends, and I am proud to say the song was well-received by its intended audience. Cathy cried throughout, and the local audience really laughed at the jokes that sat alongside the lyrics that were the heartfelt impression Scotland had left on me so far. Enjoy!

HERE IN THE HIGHLANDS

Hills of green 

hang over my head

I’m scared to death

Of where this road leads

I’ve been gritting my teeth, 

but I’m losing sleep

Good thing there’s sheep

Here in the highlands

I’m wondering 

if the company

Of flowers and ferns

Will have an answer for me

Because I’ve 

Been searching in the concrete

CHORUS

No one’s here to tell us

Who we’re supposed to be

But when the rain is falling through the trees

I know, something’s looking out for me

Maybe here I’ll find some peace?

Maybe here I’ll find some peace. 

Mud slicked boots 

I’m stuck in my roots

But there’s a path to new truths

Carved in these mountains

There’s certainty

In the heart of these stones

There’s love in the bones

Of this country

I’m wondering

If the company 

Of moss by the sea

Will teach me community

Because I’ve 

Been digging through glass on the street

CHORUS

No one’s here to tell us

Who we’re supposed to be

But when I’m walking through the wild greens

I know, something’s looking out for me

Maybe here I’ll learn some peace?

Maybe here I’ll learn some peace.

I’ve been flying blindly

But here everyone’s welcoming

Rather than lonely 

These empty hills are free

Why should I

Be afraid of my youth

I’ve got nothing to lose

Here in the Highlands

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