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1. |
| 8:57 | ||||
2. |
| 6:34 | ||||
Look to the mirror
I can tell no lies Time drawing nearer Still I wonder why You are the giver Me I never try Now we're together Still I wonder why Please can you tell me When you're by my side And when my eyes see Will I wonder why If you are with me I can only try To find the answer In the words that ask the question Why don't we know And why don't it show I wanna find out Try let it all out |
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3. |
| 2:53 | ||||
He lives in an old lighthouse on the Essex Marshes, caring for the wild birds. Rhayader He lives in an old lighthouse on the Essex Marshes, caring for the wild birds. |
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4. |
| 5:03 | ||||
The townsfolk react coldly towards Rhayader because of his odd appearance. But their fear is mixed with curiosity for he Has a noble bearing. |
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5. |
| 3:19 | ||||
6. |
| 5:05 | ||||
As Rhayader departs, leaving Fritha behind he Cannot prevent the Snow Goose following him Out across the channel and left into the heart of Battle. |
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7. |
| 4:28 | ||||
Nude's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. The postman muttered something about wishing he could go too and handed over a yellow envelope.
It was a command long overdue that called for healthy, young men. In reply to your request, please find... I hereby protest. To the ways and means you use you know... I cannot refuse. So I'll take this vow of Loyalty. Fight for the right, You have said, To be free. When this time has run its course, I must... Live without remorse. For the deeds I'm bound to do, I know... it's all the same to you. But I won't forget the memory... Taking a life, for a life... to be free. |
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8. |
| 3:54 | ||||
9. |
| 4:00 | ||||
10. |
| 3:09 | ||||
See the lights out on the water
Come and go, to and from In the time it takes to find them You can live, you can die And nothing stops the river as it goes by Nothing stops the river as it goes All alone and all together Every day, come what may By the time we find each other We can live, we can die And nothing stops the river as it flows by Nothing stops the river as it goes |
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11. |
| 9:40 | ||||
12. |
| 4:18 | ||||
13. |
| 3:23 | ||||
14. |
| 4:29 | ||||
You've made your decision to leave
there's no turning 'round. Now that you've got a reprieve, you must stand your ground. Some of the others are weak, so you must be strong $155 won't last very long... Ma, will we make out, do you think that this old car will last? Pa, is there some doubt, if our bad luck will stay in the past? Well I'm hoping it's so, but you can't really know til the end. They tell me that all things must change but they begin again. Listen to the motor and the road and how does it feel? Listen with your ears and your hands on the steering wheel. Ma, will we make out, do you think that this old car will last? Pa, is there some doubt, if our bad luck will stay in the past? Listen now boys, what your ma has told you there is no way we can tell... We've got to face this road together and have some faith in ourselves. Ma, will we make out, do you think that this old car will last? Pa, is there some doubt, if our bad luck will stay in the past? Ma, Will we make out...? |
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15. |
| 2:30 | ||||
16. |
| 5:09 | ||||
17. |
| 0:57 | ||||
Traditional Gaelic/John Morris
In this quiet place I stand alone, from my homeland far away. And my empty heart cannot recall, the forgotten dreams that brought me joy Had I ways to shed the wasted years, I would travel to my kin. and with strength and faith in God above, there in Ireland I would gladly die. |
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18. |
| 2:27 | ||||
19. |
| 3:16 | ||||
20. |
| 0:52 | ||||
21. |
| 4:04 | ||||
22. |
| 1:46 | ||||
23. |
| 7:38 | ||||
Latimer/Hoover
Watching the bobbins, go up and down. Fine Irish linen for a ladies gown. One shirt a penny, seven in a tag; ten hours a day and her heart begins to drag. This never ending cycle goes on. But she promised she would never stay... for long. Rocking the treadle, ache in her soul. She keeps the rhythm and it takes a toll. Threading the needle, strains in her eyes. Old withered fingers steal her young girl's pride She's saving every penny she earns, because the passion for her freedom still burns. |
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24. |
| 3:13 | ||||
25. |
| 5:39 | ||||
26. |
| 2:44 | ||||
Latimer/Hoover
Searching for fragments of old yesterday, I stand at the edge of my childhood to find, I long for the shadows that danced at the end of the day... |
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27. |
| 7:38 | ||||
28. |
| 7:20 | ||||