Welcome Eldorado Girl -- from one now living in Boulder, Co -- actually ever since 1987. I haven't gotten over to Eldorado springs in a few years, but last time I was there the roads were indeed lousy. And I didn't notice any newly-built monstrosity. I was in Edinburgh once or twice, around mumbledy-'leven years ago, before my kids were even imagined.

My kids (now 26 and 23) loved two songs as babies -- Ghost Riders in the Sky, and What Shall we do with a Drunken Sailor -- both sung over and over by their Pa. Neither of them ever conceived of those songs as dark or scary or about death, drunkenness or keelhauling or anything like that. Their Dad who adored them was singing to them in a calming and loving voice, that's all they knew, and they requested those two songs over and over and over. Neither of them has ever held a firearm, nor locked anybody in a cabin with a captain's daughter, either. OTOH, when I was very small I listened to a Burl Ives record which included "the wild rover", and I conceived an elaborate and very sad story in my little head, that the singer-rover would "go home to my parents" and find that they had moved away and left no forwarding address. This imagined tragic story actually brought me to tears -- but the song is quite cheerful, from a reasonable adult perspective, and is about the decision to REFORM, quit the fast life and be a better person. I would not try to second-guess what small children will learn, derive or deduce from song lyrics. Just sing to them, and let them sing, as much and as long and as early and as late as they like.