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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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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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Well I've been away such a long time now
And my life has changed so much And I broke my promise that no matter how I would always keep in touch I could hear the whistle of the telephone wires I could hear the trains roll by If I can hear the whistle and the engine's whine Why can't I hear you cry That home is where the heart is Who's that knocking on your front door? Is it the friend that you never knew? Well why don't you make sure That home is where the heart is Three short steps & I'll be there Into the arms of the one you love And never roam no more Well you tracked me down to this foreign town Your long distance call came through And a voice that I'd not heard for years Said, Darlin', is that you? And a voice of my own said, I'll be there When I get these wheels to start And it's not my promise that I'll break this time But someone else's heart 'Cause home is where the heart is Guess who's knocking at your front door? Is it the friend that you never knew? Well why don't you make sure That home is where the heart is Take those steps across the floor Into the arms of the one who loves you And never roam no more |
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C'est pas que je te demande De faire que tu n'as jamais fait C'est seulement qui'il fait trop tard Et il fait trop noir pour trouver la porte Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit C'est pas que je te demande De prendre part dans ce jeu C'est seulement je n'ai pas de montre Demande toujours le par contre Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit Tu sais j'aurai t put mal Et aussi mauvaise intentions Si je t'empche des le faire Ce que vraiment tout esprs Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si onn, tu dois rester la nuit La la la .... Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Mais si tu dois partir, va-t'en Si non, tu dois rester la nuit **This song is Bob Dylan's 'If You Gotta Go, Go Now'. Here's the original: Listen to me, baby, There's something you must see. I want to be with you, gal, If you want to be with me. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. It ain't that I'm questionin' you. To take part in any quiz. It's just that I ain't got no watch An' you keep askin' me what time it is. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. I am just a poor boy, baby, Lookin' to connect. But I certainly don't want you thinkin' That I ain't got any respect. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. You know I'd have nightmares And a guilty conscience, too, If I kept you from anything That you really wanted to do. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. It ain't that I'm wantin' Anything you never gave before. It's just that I'll be sleepin' soon, It'll be too dark for you to find the door. But if you got to go, It's all right. But if you got to go, go now, Or else you gotta stay all night. |
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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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Red and Gold are royal colours
Peasant colours are green and brown Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing Red and gold when the harvest is cut down. Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire the Cherwell takes its course And the willows weep into its waters clear My name it is Will Tims and it's here that I was born And raised in faith my King and God to fear. In 1644 the King in Oxford Town did dwell Though we'd heard that Cromwell's army was nearby It did not occur to me that little Cropredy Could be witness to the meeting of both sides On June the 29th that year I was about my work Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow Upon the brown earth and the corn still green Now it did distress me so to watch my own blood flow And quickly soak into the greedy ground In red and gold my colours swam and sweat broke on my brow And faint I knew that I must lay me down At first I thought the thundering was just inside my head So I raised myself above the hedge to see And I watched as in a dream as the armies fought downstream The Battle for the Bridge at Cropredy Now the King's men fought in red and gold though Cromwell's men were plainer The blood they spilled was coloured just the same Through the hedgerow's fragile cover I saw brother killing brother And all of this was done in Jesus' name All that day and all the next the battle it was raging Though when darkness came I slipped away But the crying of the dying kept me wakeful and just lying In my bed until the dawning of the day And the dreams I had were red and gold And the little stream became a flood From all my brothers killing one another Till waking I realised it was all my own dear blood Some were buried in the church and some just where they fell With no markers to declare their place of rest But the poppies they do grow where they were never sown And to my mind they do declare it best And each year when the green corn once again turns into gold And the poppies in the field again remind me Like the scar upon my hand and the blood spilled on this land And the hungry earth so eager to confine me For read and gold they are the colours One is blood and one is power Though I may find my rest in Cropredy Church In golden fields forever will spring the poppy flower By Cropredy the Cherwell is still bidden to keep flowing And the willows by its side still gently weep But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep And the dreams I have are red and gold And the little stream becomes a flood From all my brothers killing one another Till waking I realise it's all my own dear blood |
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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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