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| 4:14 | 
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I travel over the sea and ride the rolling sky For that's the way it is, that is my fortune There are many ears to please, many people's love to try And every day's begun rising for the moon There's a heart in every place, there's a tear for each farewell For that's the way it is, that is my fortune I'll lure you as the lace that the wayward gypsies sell With the sinking of the sun, rising of the moon: Rising for the moon, the sun has set and it is dark But the star of the enchanted tune is bright as any spark The of the dusk regail the evening lark Whose every day does start rising for the moon We travel over the sea and ride the rolling sky For that's the way it is, that is our fortune There are many ears to please, many people's love to try And every day's begun rising for the moon |
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| 2. |
| 5:50 | 
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| 3. |
| 5:10 |
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| 4. |
| 8:51 |
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Calling all olive branches and laid off doves There is work to do before we say goodbye But who can see them turning to the face of love Though I hear them pleading with me, don't let us die As I sit I can see their troubled souls wander by And I feel them leaning on my shoulder to cry Oh, one more chance Naked tree of winter seems to stand so proud Lording the poor mortal as he goes And the tears which well beneath his somber shroud Will they fall with the shame of somebody who knows He can never be like the thought of a rose Whose beauty remains, even when the bloom goes Oh, oh, one more chance Or is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know Is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know Is it too late to change the ways we're bound to go Is it too late, there's surely one of us must know |
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| 13:33 |
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Just a roll, just a roll Just a roll on your drum Just a roll, just a roll And the war has begun Now the right thing's the wrong thing No more excuses to come Just one step at a time And the war has begunShe's run away, she's run away And she ran so bitterly Now call to your colours, friend Don't you call to meDon't you cry, don't you cry Don't you cry upon the sea Don't you cry, don't you cry For your lady and me |
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| 6. |
| 7:10 |
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| 7. |
| 10:55 |
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A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light" "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife" "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home" And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?" "Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man" "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife" "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can" So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery" Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall "A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin |
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| 8. |
| 8:48 |
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| 9. |
| 4:08 |
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| 10. |
| 7:39 |
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A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Donald's wife came into the church, the gospel for to hear And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about And there she saw little Matty Groves, walking in the crowd "Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light" "Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are my master's wife" "But if I am Lord Donald's wife, Lord Donald's not at home He is out in the far cornfields bringing the yearlings home" And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said He swore Lord Donald he would know before the sun would set And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran And when he came to the broad millstream, he took off his shoes and he swam Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep When he awoke, Lord Donald was standing at his feet Saying "How do you like my feather bed and how do you like my sheets How do you like my lady who lies in your arms asleep?" "Oh, well I like your feather bed and well I like your sheets But better I like your lady gay who lies in my arms asleep" "Well, get up, get up," Lord Donald cried, "get up as quick as you can It'll never be said in fair England that I slew a naked man" "Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket knife" "Well it's true I have two beaten swords and they cost me deep in the purse But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse And you will strike the very first blow and strike it like a man I will strike the very next blow and I'll kill you if I can" So Matty struck the very first blow and he hurt Lord Donald sore Lord Donald struck the very next blow and Matty struck no more And then Lord Donald took his wife and he sat her on his knee Saying "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?" And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free "I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery" Lord Donald he jumped up and loudly he did bawl He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall "A grave, a grave," Lord Donald cried, "to put these lovers in But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin |
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| 11. |
| 5:57 |
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| 12. |
| 5:39 |
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| 13. |
| 3:21 |
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| 14. |
| 7:27 |
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Across the evening sky,
all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? Sad, deserted shore, your fickle friends are leaving Ah, but then you know it's time for them to go But I will still be here, I have no thought of leaving I do not count the time For who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time goes? And I am not alone while my love is near me I know it will be so until it's time to go So come the storms of winter and then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time For who knows how my love grows? And who knows where the time goes |
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| 15. |
| 5:45 |
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| 16. |
| 5:37 |
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| 17. |
| 12:04 |
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Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light
I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line Each in turn did point at me and say I'm on full ?rein? We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown And the legacy you leave your ?swan? will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand The power sword or . . . the castles made of sand You always have good reason to take more than you need Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave? Those who know and ?knowing know? will sow on fertile ground Those who don't and never would are those you will go down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down Bring 'em down |
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| 18. |
| 4:03 |
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| 19. |
| 6:57 |
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| 20. |
| 6:46 |
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