MacPhail: homage to the king of ceilidh music

Angus MacPhail.

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I promised last week that in this offering, I would give a full review of the new Fergie MacDonald album.

However, due to delayed flights from the Canary Islands and immediate following flights across the western ocean to San Francisco, I haven’t managed to procure the CD yet.

I will get the review done yet, but this week, a tribute to Fergie in lyric form will have to suffice.

I have written of Fergie more often in this column than of any other individual and for that I make no apology. The man has been a hero of mine since I first heard his music at the age of nine.

He is the undisputed king of ceilidh music and, well into his eighties, he approaches life with the optimism, energy and verve of a lively teenager. He is a man worthy of many, many words in this paper.

The song below is about the gift that some people have of defying the conventions of age and there is no better example in western Scotland of that than Fergie.

I would urge you all to go out and buy a copy of Fergie’s 50th album and you’ll enjoy the review all the more when I get to it.

Still We Run

Time goes by like the winter winds
And the decades fly as the world spins
Where it goes we’ll never know and cannot save.
We all must live before we leave
Achieve to give and to believe.
As the years disappear like tears on the ocean wave.

Forever Young and still we run
Living dreams that seem to move with the rainbow’s gold.
Forever Young and still we run
And we’ll run for the sun and the years won’t leave us old.

How long our time we’ll never know
But up we’ll climb and on we’ll go.
Keeping pace and grace in the race of the roads we tread.
At age eighteen or eighty-five
Whatever’s been you are alive
So drive for the prize, your lifetime lies ahead.

Go by the creed of those we see,
The blessed breed who hold the key,
The rare who dare not care for the age they are.
And meet the day and hit the night
Fight hard and play and chase the light
And dance to a tune by the moon and the morning star.

Fleeting flames in worlds vast

We all too soon become the past.
As glow and shadow guide our way
Pray long the path but live the day.