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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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How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er,
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, Or the lonely Fotheringay <font color=white size=2> 성밖을 멍하니 바라보며 지낸지 얼마던가... 갇혀있는 벽 뒤에서 하루가 지는 모습을 지켜보며... 하지만 그녀의 외침을 듣는이는 아무도 없었지... 해가 지면서 날도 새어가네... 그 외로운 순간에도 숯은 타들어간다네... 그리고 하늘을 날던 새들도 이제는 멀어져간다네... 그녀의 자유로웠던 시절은 이미 오래전에 반납되었지... 이제는 간수가 지키는 문 뒤에서 의미없는 나날들을 보내고 있다네... 하지만, 이제 그러한 날들도 얼마 남지 않았다네... 내일 이맘때쯤, 그녀는 멀리 떠나갈거라네... 이 섬보다 훨씬 떨어진 곳으로... 외로운 Fotheringay를 떠나간다네 |
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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