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Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I heard Was a song outside my window And the traffic wrote the words It came ringing up like Christmas bells And rapping up like pipes and drums Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll wear it till the night comes Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw Was the sun through yellow curtains And a rainbow on my wall Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you Crimson, crystal peaks to beckon Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day, there's a side-show every second Now the curtain opens on a portrait of today And the streets are paved with passers-by And pictures fly and papers lie Just waiting to blow away Woke up big this Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew There was milk and toast and honey And a bowl of oranges too And the light poured in like butterscotch And stuck to all my senses Oh, won't you stay, we'll put on a day and we'll talk in present tenses Now the curtain closes and the rainbow runs away I'll bring you incense owls by night By candle-light, by jewel-light If only you will stay Pretty baby, won't you Wake up, it's the Chelsea morning |
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How often she has gazed from castle windows all And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall With no one to heed her call The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun And in a lonely moment, those embers will be gone And the last of all the young birds flown Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door But those days will last no more Tomorrow, at this hour, she will be far away Much farther than these islands, for the lonely Fotheringay |
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| 2:54 |
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Please, Mr Lacey, let me work your loving machine Please, Mr Lacey, let me work your loving machine Will you let me control the handles, you know it's the best thing I've ever seen Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn just what to do? Well, Mr Lacey, where'd you learn just what to do? Can you fix me up now with a teacher, I wanna become an inventor too Why, Mr Lacey, why d'you do the things you do? Why, Mr Lacey, why d'you do the things you do? It's true no one here understands now but maybe someday they'll catch up with you |
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| 3:16 |
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If she knew what I've seen while I'm watching Would she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me Where's her mind as she stands while I play? She left behind names in the pages And the time she took out, they stayed in Now she thinks that she maybe should tell them Of my book and the places she's been Now she's looking at me while I'm writing Does she know where to smile, what to say? When she leaves from her book to be with me What's she thinking about while I play |
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| 5:55 |
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You may search at any cost But how long can you search for what's not lost? Everybody will help you Some people are very kind But if I can save you any time Come on, give it to me I'll keep it with mine I can't help it, if you might think I'm odd If I say I'm loving you, not for what you are, but for what you're not Everybody will help you Discover what you set out to find But if I can save you any time Come on, give it to me I'll keep it with mine The train leaves at half past ten But I'll be back tomorrow at the same time again The conductor, he's weary He's still stuck on the line But if I can save you any time Come on, give it to me I'll keep it with mine |
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| 3:29 |
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Take the sun from my heart Let me learn to despise I'll show you another who cannot tell lies The blind man can't see Who demands to his eyes I'll show you another who sings as he cries I cannot be whole As the beggar who sighs I'll show you another who knows as he dies |
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| 7. |
| 2:53 |
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We used to say That come the day We'd all be making songs Or finding better words These ideas never lasted long The way is up Along the road The air is growing thin Too many friends who tried Were blown off this mountain with the wind Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Yet now I see I'm all alone But that's the only way to be You'll have your chance again Then you can do the work for me Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge When my time is up I'm gonna see all my friends Meet on the ledge We're gonna meet on the ledge If you really mean it, it all comes round again |
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| 3:40 |
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My father he rides in your ships And I know he would never mean harm But to see both sides of a quarrel Is to judge without hate or love Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go You take away homes from the homeless And leave them to die in the cold The gypsy who begged for your presents He will laugh in your face when you're old Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Well, one man he drinks up his whiskey Another he drinks up his wine And they'll drink till their eyes are red with hate For those of a different kind Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go When the rivers run thicker than trouble I'll be there at your side in the flood It was all I could do to keep myself >From taking revenge of blood Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go Oh, oh, helpless and slow And you don't have anywhere to go |
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| 11:14 |
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A sailor's life, it is a merry life He robs young girls of their heart's delight Leaving them behind to weep and mourn They never know when they will return Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall, genteel withal And if I don't have him, I'll have none at all Oh, father build for me a bonny boat That on the wide ocean I may float And every Queen's ship that we pass by There I'll inquire for my sailor boy They had not sailed long upon the deep When a Queen's ship they chanced to meet You sailors all, pray tell me true Does my sweet William sail among your crew? Oh no, fair maiden, he is not here For he's been drownded, we greatly fear On yon green island, as we passed it by There we lost sight of your sailing boy Well, she rung her hands and she tore her hair She was like a young girl in great despair And her little boat against a rock did run How can I live now? My sweet William is gone |
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| 10. |
| 5:11 |
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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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| 11. |
| 6:50 |
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Bad news, bad news, come to me where I sleep" Turn, turn, turn again "Say, one of your friends is in trouble deep" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "Tell me the trouble, tell me once to my ear" Turn, turn, turn again "Joliet prison and ninety-nine years" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "Oh, what's the charge of how this came to be?" Turn, turn, turn again "Manslaughter in the highest degree" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind I sat down and wrote the best words I could write Turn, turn, turn again Explaining to the judge I'd be there on Wednesday night Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind Without a reply, I left by the moon Turn, turn, turn again And was in his chambers by the next afternoon Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "Would you tell me the facts," I said without fear Turn, turn, turn again "That a friend of mine could get ninety-nine years" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "A crash on the highway, flew the car to a field" Turn, turn, turn again "There was four persons killed and he was at the wheel" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "But I knew him as good as I'm knowing myself" Turn, turn, turn again "And he wouldn't harm a life that belonged to someone else" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind The judge he spoke out of the side of his mouth Turn, turn, turn again Saying "The witness who saw, he left without doubt" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "That may be true, he's got a sentence to serve" Turn, turn, turn again "But ninety-nine years he just don't deserve" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "Too late, too late, for his case it is sealed" Turn, turn, turn again "His sentence it is passed and cannot be repealed" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind "But he ain't no criminal and his crime it is none" Turn, turn, turn again "What happened to him could happen to anyone" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind At that the judge jumped forward and his face it did freeze Turn, turn, turn again Saying "Could you kindly leave my office now please?" Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind His eyes looked funny and I stood up so slow Turn, turn, turn again With no other choice except for to go Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam Turn, turn, turn again I walked down the courthouse stairs and did not understand Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind And I played my guitar through the night to the day Turn, turn, turn again And the only tune my guitar could play was "The Old Cruel Rain And The Wind |
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| 12. |
| 5:00 |
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Come all ye rolling minstrels
And together, we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Those that dance, will start to dance And those who don't will stay In time to [unverified] our merry tune That we play for you today So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good And now he plays a violin Made out of solid wood So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Possessor of the magic touch And no magician he Will play for you some magic notes Instead, as you will see So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Sound of beating on the drum Song behind you'll hear And to the rhythm of guitar We hope you'll lend an ear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky Well, the man who plays the bass does make Those low notes that you hear And the high notes come from you and me For we will sing so clear So, come all ye rolling minstrels And together we will try To rouse the spirit of the earth And move the rolling sky |
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| 8:09 |
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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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| 7:12 |
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I forbid you maidens all that wear gold in your hair To travel to Carter Hall for young Tam Lin is there None that go by Carter Hall but they leave him a pledge Either their mantles of green or else their maidenhead" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she She'd not pulled a double rose, a rose but only two When up there came young Tam Lin says "Lady, pull no more" "And why come you to Carter Hall without command from me?" "I'll come and go", young Janet said, "and ask no leave of thee" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to her father as fast as go can she Well, up then spoke her father dear and he spoke meek and mild "Oh, and alas, Janet," he said, "I think you go with child" "Well, if that be so," Janet said, "myself shall bear the blame There's not a knight in all your hall shall get the baby's name For if my love were an earthly knight as he is an elfin grey I'd not change my own true love for any knight you have" Janet tied her kirtle green a bit above her knee And she's gone to Carter Hall as fast as go can she "Oh, tell to me, Tam Lin," she said, "why came you here to dwell?" "The Queen of Faeries caught me when from my horse I fell And at the end of seven years she pays a tithe to hell I so fair and full of flesh and feared it be myself But tonight is Hallowe'en and the faery folk ride Those that would their true love win at Miles Cross they must buy So first let past the horses black and then let past the brown Quickly run to the white steed and pull the rider down For I'll ride on the white steed, the nearest to the town For I was an earthly knight, they give me that renown Oh, they will turn me in your arms to a newt or a snake But hold me tight and fear not, I am your baby's father And they will turn me in your arms into a lion bold But hold me tight and fear not and you will love your child And they will turn me in your arms into a naked knight But cloak me in your mantle and keep me out of sight" In the middle of the night she heard the bridle ring She heeded what he did say and young Tam Lin did win Then up spoke the Faery Queen, an angry queen was she Woe betide her ?ill-fought? face, an ill death may she die "Oh, had I known, Tam Lin," she said, "what this knight I did see I have looked him in the eyes and turned him to a tree |
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| 4:39 |
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Within the fire and out upon the sea Crazy Man Michael was walking He met with a raven with eyes black as coals And shortly they were a-talking "Your future, your future, I would tell to you Your future, you often have asked me Your true love will die by your own right hand And Crazy Man Michael will cursed be" Michael he ranted and Michael he raved And beat at the four winds with his fists-oh He laughed and he cried, he shouted and he swore For his mad mind had trapped him with a kiss-oh "You speak with an evil, you speak with a hate You speak for the devil that haunts me For is she not the fairest in all the broad land? Your sorceror's words are to taunt me" He took out his dagger of fire and of steel And struck down the raven through the heart-oh The bird fluttered long and the sky it did spin And the cold earth did wonder and start-oh "Oh, where is the raven that I struck down dead That here'd lie on the ground-oh? I see but my true love with a wound so red" Her lover's heart it did pound-oh Crazy Man Michael, he wanders and walks And talks to the night and the day-oh But his eyes they are sane and his speech it is clear And he longs to be far away-oh Michael he whistles the simplest of tunes And asks the wild woods their pardon For his true love is flown into every flower grown And he must be keeper of the garden |
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| 2:37 |
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Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call And will you never return to see Your bruised and beaten sons? "Oh, I would, I would, if welcome I were For they love me, every one" And will you never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be? And can you never swear a year To anyone of we? "No, I will never cut the cloth Or drink the light to be But I'll swear a year to one who lies Asleep along side of me" Farewell, farewell to you who would hear You lonely travellers all The cold north wind will blow again The winding road does call |
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| 2:24 |
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When the stone is grown too cold to kneel
In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe In burning irons I'll be bound Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know When the stone is grown too cold to kneel In crystal waters I'll be bound Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel Now be thankful for good things below Now be thankful to your maker For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |
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| 10:49 |
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By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June,
The feather'd warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune, It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe, Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O. Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand Saying "Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command; And I'll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go, And I'll conquer all the universe, and I'll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O." "When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee, And asked your father's life of him he granted it most manfully, It was then he took an army, and o'er the frozen Alps did go, Saying, "I'll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O." Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain; But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Now son, don't speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne'er be broke; So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low, And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O. |
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| 4:00 |
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Walk awhile, walk awhile,
walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree One hand in your mouth and your finger in your eye Undertakers bow their heads as you go walking by Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Here comes another Sunday, ringing on the bell And here comes a wounded child, another tale to tell Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Bring along," the brewer said, bring the cuckoo tree Bring your lady mother along to keep us company Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Two miles down the road, Henry Tompkins wife Three miles down the road and he's running for his life Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree Walk awhile, walk awhile, walk awhile with me The more we walk together, love, the better we'll agree We'll agree |
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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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| 5:31 |
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Rise for the hangman
His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize Poor Will on the gallows tree Never a cruel word did say Oh that a good man Should be treated this way Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly No purse for a ??? No true love come over the stile The debt of a poor man He'll pay in awhile Poor ladies, poor gentleman Born of a sorry degree Will you laugh with the hangman When he comes for his fee? Run to me mother of anyone's child And tell me the revelry planned Judges and barristers, clerks at the law His show is the best in the land Here's a toast to the Jolly Hangman He'll hang you the best that he can Here's a toast to the Jolly Rise for the hangman His pleasure is that you should rise He's the judge and the jury At the jester's assize |
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| 4:34 |
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Someone told me there's a grace that leads you straight from place to place
And you always leave the road behind you You don't need your horses shod, just a dowser and his rod Leave your mistress, she won't need to find you Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid Oh please, journeyman, help me on my way Oh please, help me please, I won't be afraid Leave my weary flesh and bone to a circle made of stone Take me to the mountains for my pleasure And if the dead man won't depart, drive a stake into his heart And let me ere deliver him his leisure When you see the race is run and the dark has just begun Come on with the few and leave the many There you'll find the journeyman with a lantern in his hand He'll show you a good time for a penny |
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| 3:39 |
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Swarbrick
In know Rosie, You're living in a world you didn't make And I know it's hard feeling happy When the things you want aren't even there to take (Chorus:) Come on Rosie, rosin up the bow For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know Lie down cozy and let's learn to take things slow For the more I learn it's the less I seem to know Of my Rosie Come on, my Rosie, rosin up the bow. Throw away your uniform Now's the time to take things by the hand Come on in and take your coat off Settle down and listen to the band And ain't that grand, Rosie (Chorus) |
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| 3:19 |
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Away with the buff and the blue And away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire If only I could be lying there aside her While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the ?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the buff and the blue Away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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| 2:30 |
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Away with the buff and the blue
And away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer I love them better than them both but, man, I can't get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire If only I could be lying there aside her While I must bide here, my arms'll be denied her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver Her breasts are deep and cool, they'll warm when I get near her Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the ?gilded? shield and away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Away with the buff and the blue Away with the cap and feather I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire Off with the . . . and over the moss and the mire I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire |
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| 4:57 |
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Come all you wild young men
and a warning take by me Never lead your single life astray or into bad company As I myself have done, being all in the month of May When I, as pressed by a sea captain, a privateer to trade To the East Indies we were bound to plunder the raging main And it's many the brave and a galliant ship we sent to a watery grave Ah, for Freeport we did steer, our provisions to renew When we did spy a bold man of-war sailing three feet to our two Oh, she fired across our bows, Heave to and don't refuse Surrender now unto my command or else your lives you'll lose And our decks they were sputtered with blood and the cannons did loudly roar And broadside and broadside a long time we lay till we could fight no more And a thousand times I wished myself alone all alone with my Polly on the shore She's a tall and a slender girl with a dark and a-rolling eye And here am I, a-bleeding on the deck and for a sweet saint must lie Farewell, my family and my friends, likewise my barley too I'd never have crossed the salt sea wide if I'd have been ruled by you And a thousand times I saw myself again, all alone with my Polly on the shore |
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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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| 4:09 |
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(Sandy Denny)
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 chorus: 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 chorus 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 chorus (x2) |
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| 3:43 |
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Feel how the wind blows, December despair Bring me a ribbon to tie up my hair I'll be your bride, go where you go All of my life, you'll be my beau Kiss me and I might Put on the white dress If you'll take me dancing tonight The night's in your face, sky's in your eyes The day's in my arms when you're by my side Whenever you're weary I'll sing you a song Whenever you're lonely I'll show you you're wrong Come from the window, let's climb the stairs All of my sorrows are none of your cares While life is in us, let's love all we can I'll be your woman if you'll be my man |
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He was a stranger to himself A spy in his own camp And his money was his health All thrown to the dust by his very own hand Yet his beauty lingered still Beyond the draining of the sand But greener was the other side of the hill Richer was the other man's land But we loved him, loved him just like brothers would We loved him, loved him like no others could And she loved him, loved him like a lover should Take good care of an aching heart You never can replace it You know you are the master of your heart You'll realise that when you think it fit Those orbs of blue are jading away No laughter from them dances Yet you're bound to remember this one day Hazards are risks and risks are chances You can run for cover, run for cover like a frightened hare Till it's all over, all over and there's no-one there 'Cos you daren't discover, daren't discover that we really care |
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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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