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The hillside was a patchwork quilt
Neatly stitched with tidy hedge And crumbling grey stone wall The trees were bare, but Spring was near To conjure up its endless strings Of green magic handkerchieves Could you only see what I've seen You would surely know what I mean I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven. A string of diamonds formed a stream That tumbled down the daunting cliff To sparkle bright on the beach. New born lambs that sweetly played Speckled eggs all newly laid But for you I would have stayed I think I must have caught a glimpse of heaven |
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I dropped down in the witchwood
To see what I could find The trees had taken time out To blow away my mind All that I could hear there Was the sound of my own voice But the music it was making Was nothing of my choice. The interwoven branches Were laden deep with snow A rainbow shone so softly To show which way to go I observed its many colours Till my eyes were rimmed with frost I tried hard to trace my footsteps For I feared I might get lost. The witchwood started singing With a strange unearthly sound My fingers grew like branches I stood rooted to the ground And the spell is still unbroken I am still her bidden slave Till a casket from the witchwood Bears my body to the grave |
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I have people to free, they're depending on me
So I can't afford to die Get them safely back, then I won't stay too long I'll be leaving soon for London So I'll look this war straight in the eye Only thirty days so I can't afford to die. When I think of the dead, that go round in my head No I can't afford to die So the thing to do is pretend that they weren't there With my baby at home waiting I can give myself a little sigh Only thirty days so I can't afford to die. God ain't taking my hand, not to no promised land So I can't afford to die So I'll cease my command before another bomb If I see my home a free man I'll remember why I never cried Only thirty days so I can't afford to die |
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I wish I were a bird
Then I could fly I'd see the crowded people As they go by I'd soar into the air And fly as high as I could see Drifting through the clouds With no-one to bother me Just looking for a star I wonder if you are here. I feel the loss of time As days go by And see the lonely people Who wonder why Just searching for a reason To reveal a secret sin Trying to find an answer To release the good within Just looking for a star I wonder if you are here. I'll rise the early bird at dawn To sing my ever-loving song I'd come and sit beside you a friend Then you'll see me flying again |
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July the fourth in the market town
Farmers have come for miles around Bringing their wives and children. A farmer stands with his youngest son Watching their sheep driven from the pen The slaughterhouse is waiting. Look they're turning back They're frightened Dogs are snapping at their heels Jumping on each other's backs Hear their squeals. The young boy stands looking quite dismayed How can they know they're just animals Come pull yourself together. The farmer tells him to look inside Row after row of raw carcasses Their blood runs in the gutters. Listen to their silly bleating Farmer beats them with his stick Milling by the open door Don't be sick. The young boy Takes a look around See people watching blankly And he pities them For they too Look like sheep And he tells himself When he grows up When he becomes a farmer He will just plant seeds of love He will just plant seeds of love He will just plant seeds of love And he will harvest peace |
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Dyfan's tale
Of the holy Canon Dale Setting sail Homeward for his lonely cell In your holy ground I found. Peace to dwell The beginning of a world Love entwined Throughout all the world combined In your holy ground I found. Days and day He would go his chosen way Keeping trace Of the things you do and say In your holy ground I foun |
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The old house stands deserted
Crumbling and decaying Its broken windows watching As a young child wanders In amongst the roses Overgrown and falling The garden once was cared for Life is like the garden. The roses reach to touch her They whisper as she passes Their petals form a carpet Soft and warm and scented In amongst the roses Full in bloom and fading The young child cannot hear them Life is like the young child. The young child has been gathering Flowers for her mother Flowers for her bedside Flowers for her table In amongst the roses She is gathering wild flowers The roses bend to kiss her Life is like the roses. The old house stands deserted Crumbling and decaying Its broken windows watching As a young child wanders In amongst the roses Full in bloom and fading The young child cannot hear them Life is like the young child |
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As for the help you called for
Nobody seemed to answer The difference in man is no more Than being a priest or dancer See men of power in recess They really don't know what they're after They drink to the things that they see best And drown in the tears of their laughter If you see fit to fight Whether you're black or white How many hope to keep the devil outside? How many hope to keep the devil outside? You've been given your name and your number Right from when you were a baby I look at the earth and I wonder What have they done to her lately? If you see fit to fight Whether you're black or white How many hope to keep the devil outside? How many hope to keep the devil outside? Love dies hard... You will never hear me say That the world will not see again today See a better day If you see fit to hide Mistakes of the men that died How many hope to keep the devil outside? How many hope to keep the devil outside? If you see fit to fight Whether you're black or white How many hope to keep the devil outside? How many hope to keep the devil outside? |
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