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| 2. |
| 4:44 |
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| 3. |
| 3:12 | 
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London River, oh, the London River
All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me First time that I set my eyes upon her I tell no lie, upon my honor Sights and sounds that made my heart a shiver Then I saw her on the London River, oh London River, oh, the London River All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me Signed to my master in the 1930's The hours were long and the work was dirty Out in the Indies where the rum is brewed Had me a drop and got me kidneys too London River, oh, the London River All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me Signed for a while on the old rasover Some of them the stewards they'll blow you over Lipstick and makeup and all that muck You walk like a woman and they call you duck London River, oh, the London River All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me First time that I set my eyes upon her Tell no lie, upon my honor Sights and sounds that made my heart a shiver Then I saw her on the London River, oh London River, oh, the London River All the love, I have I'll give her London River, oh, the London River That's the river for me |
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| 4. |
| 5:41 |
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| 5. |
| 5:16 |
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| 6. |
| 2:48 |
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| 7. |
| 6:55 |
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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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| 5:08 |
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| 9. |
| 16:02 |
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| 10. |
| 5:13 |
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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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