| Song | Waiting for the Wheel to Turn |
| Artist | Capercaillie |
| Album | Get Out |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Shaw | |
| Living in a place with time | |
| Living in a place where reality is | |
| Standing on a big broad line | |
| Watching it all go by | |
| Ah but you're taking it all away | |
| The music, the tongue and the old refrains | |
| You're coming here to play | |
| But you're pulling the roots from a dying age | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Remember the Buachaille Mor | |
| Reaching for the skies from the barren shores | |
| Watching over the village of burns | |
| And counting the days since the gael kept home | |
| Well, the stranger claims it now | |
| Sitting like a king with his gold from the south | |
| Don't you see the waves of wealth | |
| Washing away the soul from the land? | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We're waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Free were the fields of fern | |
| Free was the fishing in the coves of care | |
| Empty are the homes of old | |
| Empty for the sake of summer's cause | |
| Yes, you're taking it all away | |
| The music, the tongue and the old refrains | |
| You're coming here to play | |
| But you're pulling the roots from a dying age | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We're waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We're waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We're waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We're waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We're waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn... |
| zuo ci : Shaw | |
| Living in a place with time | |
| Living in a place where reality is | |
| Standing on a big broad line | |
| Watching it all go by | |
| Ah but you' re taking it all away | |
| The music, the tongue and the old refrains | |
| You' re coming here to play | |
| But you' re pulling the roots from a dying age | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Remember the Buachaille Mor | |
| Reaching for the skies from the barren shores | |
| Watching over the village of burns | |
| And counting the days since the gael kept home | |
| Well, the stranger claims it now | |
| Sitting like a king with his gold from the south | |
| Don' t you see the waves of wealth | |
| Washing away the soul from the land? | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Free were the fields of fern | |
| Free was the fishing in the coves of care | |
| Empty are the homes of old | |
| Empty for the sake of summer' s cause | |
| Yes, you' re taking it all away | |
| The music, the tongue and the old refrains | |
| You' re coming here to play | |
| But you' re pulling the roots from a dying age | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn... |
| zuò cí : Shaw | |
| Living in a place with time | |
| Living in a place where reality is | |
| Standing on a big broad line | |
| Watching it all go by | |
| Ah but you' re taking it all away | |
| The music, the tongue and the old refrains | |
| You' re coming here to play | |
| But you' re pulling the roots from a dying age | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Remember the Buachaille Mor | |
| Reaching for the skies from the barren shores | |
| Watching over the village of burns | |
| And counting the days since the gael kept home | |
| Well, the stranger claims it now | |
| Sitting like a king with his gold from the south | |
| Don' t you see the waves of wealth | |
| Washing away the soul from the land? | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Free were the fields of fern | |
| Free was the fishing in the coves of care | |
| Empty are the homes of old | |
| Empty for the sake of summer' s cause | |
| Yes, you' re taking it all away | |
| The music, the tongue and the old refrains | |
| You' re coming here to play | |
| But you' re pulling the roots from a dying age | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| Silently our history is coming to life again | |
| We feel the breeze from the storm to come | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Here come the Clearances, my friend | |
| And up and down this coast | |
| We' re waiting for the wheel to turn | |
| Waiting for the wheel to turn... |