Biography:
James Keelaghan is a Juno award-winning Canadian folk singer-songwriter born in Calgary, Alberta, now based in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Many of his songs, such as "Kiri's Piano", about the interment of Japanese Canadians, "October 70", about the FLQ crisis, are inspired by events and figures in Canadian history. Known for his lilting baritone voice, his driving rhythm guitar, and a keen sense of scene and narrative, Keelaghan’s music bridges traditional folk music with Canadiana.
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Other songs:
- Boom Gone Bust
- Cold Missouri Waters
- Country Faire
- Dance As You Go
- Fires Of Calais
- Get To You
- Gladys Ridge
- Glory Bound
- Harvest Train
- Henrys Downfall
- Hillcrest Mine
- Hold Your Ground
- Hope Princeton Road
- House Of Cards
- I Would I Were
- Jack Haggerty
- Kiris Piano
- Lazarus
- Leave Town
- Lost
- Mcconnvilles
- Mirabeau Bridge
- Misty Mountain
- My Blood
- My Old Man
- My Skies
- Never Gonna Stop This Train
- Next To You
- Nothing
- Number 37
- Orion
- Rebeccas Lament
- Red River Rising
- Red
- Refugee
- Ring
- Safe Home
- Sea For The Shore
- Sinatra And I
- Since You Asked
- Sing My Heart Home
- Small Rebellion
- Snap The Line Tight
- Somewhere Ahead
- Stonecutter
- Sweet Lorraine
- Sweet Thames Flow Softly
- Sweetgrass Moon
- The Boston Burglar
- The Flower Of Magherally
- The Kiss Saskatoon
- The Ones Who Made Home
- Tomorrow Is Another Day
- Turn Of The Wheel
- Whats For You
- Who Dies
- You Know Me
- Your Secret
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James Keelaghan - Fires of Calais
CAPO: 5th Fret
INTRO: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
The fishing boats rolled out across the dark green channel water
C Em F G
As they gather speed for Flanders, they cut their nets away
C Em F G
It's not herring they'll be pulling from the waters on this morning
C Em F C
But they'll reap a bitter harvest from the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
Twenty leagues from France I saw the amber soaked horizon
C Em F G
In our lee the cliffs of Dover fall beneath the channel waves
C Em F G
Where waters used to sing a song to soothe the hearts of fishers
C Em F C
Now we hear the rolling thunder from the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
As we pull in tight to shore, this armada bent on rescue
C Em F G
I could curse the men behind the desks who sell our lives this way
C Em F G
I never signed aboard to save them from this bloody lack of planning
C Em F C
That strands these fine young men beneath the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
On the beach allied confusion, will they stand or are they running
C Em F G
If it's run, where will they go to between the sea and the mêlée
C Em F G
On the flanks the troops advancing and with heavy guns they're firing
C Em F C
And not a mother's son could save them from the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
In scattered groups upon the shore, some look towards a safer harbour
C Em F G
Some fix their eyes upon the flames that turn night to day
C Em F G
Some yet standing bold and ready to stoutly guard the rear from Jerry
C Em F C
They'll need no flares to see him 'neath the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
I've fished these channel waters since I was man enough to face them
C Em F G
For the herring and the flounder I have often hauled away
C Em F G
But a catch like this I've never had in forty years of sailing
C Em F C
Saving Tommies as they flounder 'neath the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
The fishing boats rolled out across the dark green channel water
C Em F G
As they gather speed for Flanders, they cut their nets away
C Em F G
It's not herring they'll be pulling from the waters on this morning
C Em F C
They'll reap a bitter harvest from the fires of Calais
OUTRO: C F Em G C F Em G C F Em G C F Em G C
CAPO: 5th Fret
INTRO: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
The fishing boats rolled out across the dark green channel water
C Em F G
As they gather speed for Flanders, they cut their nets away
C Em F G
It's not herring they'll be pulling from the waters on this morning
C Em F C
But they'll reap a bitter harvest from the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
Twenty leagues from France I saw the amber soaked horizon
C Em F G
In our lee the cliffs of Dover fall beneath the channel waves
C Em F G
Where waters used to sing a song to soothe the hearts of fishers
C Em F C
Now we hear the rolling thunder from the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
As we pull in tight to shore, this armada bent on rescue
C Em F G
I could curse the men behind the desks who sell our lives this way
C Em F G
I never signed aboard to save them from this bloody lack of planning
C Em F C
That strands these fine young men beneath the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
On the beach allied confusion, will they stand or are they running
C Em F G
If it's run, where will they go to between the sea and the mêlée
C Em F G
On the flanks the troops advancing and with heavy guns they're firing
C Em F C
And not a mother's son could save them from the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
In scattered groups upon the shore, some look towards a safer harbour
C Em F G
Some fix their eyes upon the flames that turn night to day
C Em F G
Some yet standing bold and ready to stoutly guard the rear from Jerry
C Em F C
They'll need no flares to see him 'neath the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
I've fished these channel waters since I was man enough to face them
C Em F G
For the herring and the flounder I have often hauled away
C Em F G
But a catch like this I've never had in forty years of sailing
C Em F C
Saving Tommies as they flounder 'neath the fires of Calais
INTERLUDE: C F Em G C F Em G
C Em F G
The fishing boats rolled out across the dark green channel water
C Em F G
As they gather speed for Flanders, they cut their nets away
C Em F G
It's not herring they'll be pulling from the waters on this morning
C Em F C
They'll reap a bitter harvest from the fires of Calais
OUTRO: C F Em G C F Em G C F Em G C F Em G C
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James Last
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James Leste
James Lloyd
James Peters
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James Quick
James Reid
James Reyne