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The boatman rose to the sound of his heartbeat Loud in the silent approach of the dawn He glanced through the window at mist on the lake Which hung like a shroud in the still of the morn The silver cobwebs spun with the dew Hung from the bushes in filigree splendour And water lilies asleep on the lake Were reflected so delicate, tranquil and tender. The boat man sighed as he strode through the woods To the place where his boat lay moored to a stake The hollow sound as his footsteps echoed Until the sound was lost on the lake He cast off, poling the boat from the shore Peering a head through damp clinging haze He thought that he saw strange swirling shapes A trick on the eyes that the mist often plays. So intent was the boatman on crossing the lake That he failed to notice the current that flowed Leading his boat from familiar parts He was firmly, yet somehow unknowingly, towed All at once the mist seemed to lift Sufficient to show the boatman a pool That he'd never seen in the whole of his life Unnaturally deep, black and silent, and cool. The boatman's shirt clung to his back He was sweating both from exertion and fear He had the sensation that someone was watching He felt the presence of somebody near An invisible force prevented him moving The strength of his arms was utterly sapped The twisted bushes converged round the lake Like a fish in a net he was trapped. Suddenly out of the water before him The wraith-like form of a maiden appeared Clad in shimmering radiant robes The maiden materialised as she neared The hair which finely crowned her head Was a halo of golden reflecting the sun All of the beautiful women of time Were formed all at once into one.-acap |
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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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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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Politician's fighting hard to win Getting a good position so he won't have to lose again The battle's always on, working against disgrace He has to win you over, well it's always the case Ends up saving face. Delegations flying in Happiest relations, smiling faces, shaking hands The battle's always on, working against displacement They have to win them over if it's only a case Of saving space. No don't bother telling me, I can see it all for myself I was born with a mind of my own, I intend to keep it free. Still the seasons come and go Bad influences pile up like the dirty driven snow Turn off the news, I really don't want to know If there was anywhere left to go, well I think I'd want to go 'Cause I really don't like the show. No don't bother telling me, I can see it all for myself I was born with a mind of my own, I intend to keep it free. |
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from Strawbs - Dragonfly (1999)
An orange balloon on the distant horizon
The air had a nip for the sun was still rising A delicate fusion of ambery tone Brought warmth to the shore where I walked all alone Another day begins. A crab scuttled awkwardly, shyly away Perhaps the strangest of all nature's rebels Night shed its cloak with the sounds of the day The gentle lap of the tide on the pebbles Another day begins, another day. The gulls on the breeze, soaring over my head Like marionettes with invisible thread The day unfurled like the flags on a mast Spelling a message of sunshine at last Another day begins, another day. I walked along for miles The clear blue sky was free And the smiles shone like pearls on the sea Another day begins, another day. Far too soon it was time to be leaving A gull flew ahead of me bobbing and weaving It caught my eye with a quizzical stare Was it my love, was it she who was there? Another day begins. I climbed the steep path to the high cliff top's heather The sea was as clear as a fresh mountain stream The gull as it circled away dropped a feather A souvenir of a beautiful day dream Another day begins, another day. |
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An orange balloon on the distant horizon
The air had a nip for the sun was still rising A delicate fusion of ambery tone Brought warmth to the shore where I walked all alone Another day begins. A crab scuttled awkwardly, shyly away Perhaps the strangest of all nature's rebels Night shed its cloak with the sounds of the day The gentle lap of the tide on the pebbles Another day begins, another day. The gulls on the breeze, soaring over my head Like marionettes with invisible thread The day unfurled like the flags on a mast Spelling a message of sunshine at last Another day begins, another day. I walked along for miles The clear blue sky was free And the smiles shone like pearls on the sea Another day begins, another day. Far too soon it was time to be leaving A gull flew ahead of me bobbing and weaving It caught my eye with a quizzical stare Was it my love, was it she who was there? Another day begins. I climbed the steep path to the high cliff top's heather The sea was as clear as a fresh mountain stream The gull as it circled away dropped a feather A souvenir of a beautiful day dream Another day begins, another day. |
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I sense Autumn coming on 가을이 다가오는게 느껴져요 The mist has hung low all day 온 종일 안개가 낮게 깔리고 Small birds gather on the wing 작은 새들은 모여서 Preparing to make their way 길 떠날 채비를 해요 The trees begin to show 나무가 초록빛 사이로 A trace of brown among the green 갈색 자욱을 보이기 시작하니 Bringing back the memories 오직 당신과 나만이 간직했던 That only you and I have seen 그 추억이 떠올라요 I sense Autumn coming on 다가오는 가을이 느껴져요 The sun sinking red and deep 태양은 붉게 물들어 기울어가고 The fires burning in the fields 들판에는 불꽃이 타올라요 As late Summer falls asleep 늦여름도 이제 지려나 봐요 The leaves begin to scatter As the North wind calls their name 북풍이 부르는 소리에 낙엽은 흩어지기 시작하고 Folding gently back into the silent earth From which they came 낙엽의 고향인 침묵의 대지로 살며시 접어들고 있어요 The Winter Long 기나 긴 겨울 Still waters flow 여전히 냇물은 흐르고 Sea breezes blow 바닷바람도 불어 와요 Wild flowers grow 발 아래에는 야생화가 Abundant at your feet 무성하게 자라고 있어요 Soft falling snow 살포시 내리는 눈 Warm candle glow 따사로이 빛나는 촛불 Flushed faces show 우리가 만났을 적 The pleasure when we meet 설레임을 떠올리는 상기된 얼굴 Hold on to me 내게 기대요 I'll hold on to you 난 당신께 기댈께요 The winter long 기나 긴 겨울 동안 I will always be with you 언제나 당신 곁에 있겠어요 Hold on to me 내게 기대요 I'll hold on to you 난 당신께 기댈께요 I will be the one 당신을 돌보아 줄 Who will always see you through 단 한 사람이 되겠어요 |
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I sailed with Miss Columbus for a trip across the sea The horizon was behind me when I found that I was free I smashed the glass I drank from, drove it deep into my arm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? She put me on the periscope and told me she was lost She said she was expensive but I did not mind the cost I said her deep-sea diver did not mean her any harm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? I rang the bell of freedom, drank from the well of plenty The milk of human kindness was succour to my soul I took her to the mast head and showed her my conditions She promised me the cargo that she carried in her hold. The sails were set for sunrise when we found the wind had dropped I tried to make the time up but the clock had somehow stopped A fire broke out below the decks and I sounded the alarm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? Now you might think it strange of me to write to you this way For years I was a farmer, but I could not make it pay Yet here I am a sailor and I feel a sense of calm Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? Tell me, how do you feel now you're back on the farm ? |
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The wanderer has far to go Humble must he constant be Where the paths of wisdom Distant is the shadow of the setting sun. Bless the daytime, bless the night Bless the sun which gives us light Bless the thunder, bless the rain Bless all those who cause us pain. Yellow stars may lead the way All diversions lead astray While his resolution holds Fortune and good will will surely follow him. Bless the free man, bless the slave Bless the hero in his grave Bless the soldier, bless the saint Bless all those whose hearts grow faint. Bless the daytime, bless the night Bless the sun which gives us light Bless the thunder, bless the rain Bless all those who cause us pain. Bless the free man, bless the slave Bless the hero in his grave Bless the soldier, bless the saint Bless all those whose hearts grow faint. Bless the daytime, bless the night Bless the sun which gives us light Bless the thunder, bless the rain Bless all those who cause us pain. Bless the free man, bless the slave Bless the hero in his grave Bless the soldier, bless the saint Bless all those whose hearts grow faint. … |
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The wanderer has far to go Humble must he constant be Where the paths of wisdom Distant is the shadow of the setting sun. Bless the daytime, bless the night Bless the sun which gives us light Bless the thunder, bless the rain Bless all those who cause us pain. Yellow stars may lead the way All diversions lead astray While his resolution holds Fortune and good will will surely follow him. Bless the free man, bless the slave Bless the hero in his grave Bless the soldier, bless the saint Bless all those whose hearts grow faint. Bless the daytime, bless the night Bless the sun which gives us light Bless the thunder, bless the rain Bless all those who cause us pain. Bless the free man, bless the slave Bless the hero in his grave Bless the soldier, bless the saint Bless all those whose hearts grow faint. Bless the daytime, bless the night Bless the sun which gives us light Bless the thunder, bless the rain Bless all those who cause us pain. Bless the free man, bless the slave Bless the hero in his grave Bless the soldier, bless the saint Bless all those whose hearts grow faint. … |
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The wanderer has far to go Humble must he constant be Where the paths of wisdom Distant is the shadow of the setting sun. Bless the daytime, bless the night Bless the sun which gives us light Bless the thunder, bless the rain Bless all those who cause us pain. Yellow stars may lead the way All diversions lead astray While his resolution holds Fortune and good will will surely follow him. Bless the free man, bless the slave Bless the hero in his grave Bless the soldier, bless the saint Bless all those whose hearts grow faint. Bless the daytime, bless the night Bless the sun which gives us light Bless the thunder, bless the rain Bless all those who cause us pain. Bless the free man, bless the slave Bless the hero in his grave Bless the soldier, bless the saint Bless all those whose hearts grow faint. Bless the daytime, bless the night Bless the sun which gives us light Bless the thunder, bless the rain Bless all those who cause us pain. Bless the free man, bless the slave Bless the hero in his grave Bless the soldier, bless the saint Bless all those whose hearts grow faint. … |
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The wanderer has far to go
Humble must he constant be Where the paths of wisdom lead Distant is the shadow of the setting sun Bless the daytime Bless the night Bless the sun which gives us light Bless the thunder Bless the rain Bless all those who cause us pain Yellow stars may lead the way All diversions lead astray While his resolution holds Fortune and good will will surely follow him Bless the free man Bless the slave Bless the hero in his grave Bless the soldier Bless the saint Bless all those whose hearts grow faint |
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Cousins The gypsy girl stood quite alone Her eyes were brightly shining Her head was in the clouds Where she had found the silver lining And all the while the crippled boy Was dancing with his lady fair While I stood on the sidelines Trying to make out that I wasn't there. So loud the music grew and grew With ever greater pain I stepped back in the shadows For I could not stand the strain I tried to look, my eyes were blind I tried to speak but could not find The words to say. They left me lying where I lay I could not bear the light of day. Treat me kindly dear blue angel Deepest colour of the night Be merciful, be gentle For I have no strength to fight. II - Half Worlds Apart Cousins So I lay in half world dream state Pressed like a flower in the pages of a half book Words in softly spoken whispers Steal through the silence of the blue veiled half light The best of questions have no answers The best of answers need no questions Born on the quest for a wave of half peace Acquired in a Dresden china cuplet Bound in the chains of the half book binding Half way to my half life. Treat me kindly dear blue angel Deepest colour of the night Be merciful, be gentle For I have no strength to fight. So she lay in half museum Pinned like a butterfly which failed to reach its half life Tender moments left half spoken Lost like an orphan in the pleasures of the dream state A man of honour has no secrets How can I be a man of secrets Trapped in the web of the woven blue veil Peering to find the angel weaver Most sacred saviour of the silver lining Half way to my half life. Treat me kindly dear blue angel Deepest colour of the night Be merciful, be gentle For I have no strength to fight. III - At Rest Cousins Sleep the sleep of peace my love And I will let you be I alone can comfort I alone can set you free I will be your healer And give you back your pride In times of need remember me At rest here by your side. When the hour of darkness comes And time itself stands still When voices from the future Seem to come and go at will I will be your servant Your ever constant guide When all is lost remember me At rest here by your side. The wisdom of the fool is such That he alone is sane So delicate the balance That e'er the moon could wax and wane I will be your teacher And show you where to hide When all else fails remember me At rest here by your side. Treat me kindly dear blue angel Deepest colour of the night Be merciful, be gentle For I have no strength to fight |
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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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It's a warm summer's evening and it's been a beautiful day But the sky is getting darker in a special kind of way I'm anticipating something, think it's going to be OK 'Cause tomorrow will show me what I can't see today. Oh those changes arranges like the warmth of the storm It says change comes to cool us and you know it can't be wrong Evolution rules us from the moment we are born So just blow with the wind or the warmth of the storm. Change is three white horses, one creates and one maintains And though the last one is destructive, it can come to ease your pain 'Cause you're caught up in the wheel of life, you can't escape You just try to resist it, you know the force is far too great. Oh those changes arranges like the warmth of the storm It says change comes to cool us and you know it can't be wrong Evolution rules us from the moment we are born So just blow with the wind or the warmth of the storm. Everybody gets them, it'll catch you if you run You know you never can escape it, can't you feel it's got to go Sometimes something will tell you that you just can't stay this way Even though it has been a most beautiful day. Oh those changes arranges like the warmth of the storm It says change comes to cool us and you know it can't be wrong Evolution rules us from the moment we are born So just blow with the wind or the warmth of the storm. Those changes arranges like the warmth of the storm It says change comes to cool us and you know it can't be wrong Evolution rules us from the moment we are born So just blow with the wind or the warmth of the storm. |
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Lambert
Lonely, have you ever felt lonely Like you're floating on a deep sea And the world is somewhere else? And when you're trying to disguise it It only makes it deepen Trying to pretend will only weigh you down Cold steel Cold, cold steel Searching, is this why everybody's searching Looking to the sky To try to touch a star And when they get it in their hand They never want to lose it They get a monkey on their back and a pocketful of sand Good times, I heard about the good times I read it in a book It sounded alright But then I thought I saw a stranger So I had to give chase. She stabbed me in the back with a smile across her face |
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Cousins-Willoughby
Never mind the rain, never mind the weather Take a little time when you lose your grip Never mind the pain, treat it as a warning Never mind the truth when it cuts your lip. Cry no more for me I'll cry no more for you I'll cry no more for you. Never is a word I never wanted spoken Never is a kiss with your mouth closed tight Never is a dream of never ending pleasure Never is defeat in the darkest night. The night closed down with the passion of a thousand years Far out in open space A mirror shades the likeness of your pretty face Drowning in my tears. Never break a vow that's never yet been broken Never cross your heart when it's all in vain Never trust a girl who takes it all for granted Never mind the rain when it's pouring down |
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The silent prophet seeks his inspiration after midnight With a candle lit for comfort in the shadow of the shade Belladonna waves a parasol beneath the window So enchanting and inviting in the scheme that she had laid. The lonely prophet waves to Belladonna from the window In the hope that she will notice and may wish to know his name But cruel Belladonna turns to face the waiting sunrise With its promise of excitement thinking little of the game. Shine your lantern brightly Do not heed the darkness lightly We must always talk politely In the presence of the night. Deadly nightshade, hear me calling Shadows of the evening falling down. The quiet prophet gathers up his papers for the fire He alone will read the message in the words that he has burned Belladonna tries the door to find the room is empty And she coldly rakes the ashes for the love that she has spurned. Shine your lantern brightly Do not heed the darkness lightly We must always talk politely In the presence of the night. Deadly nightshade, hear me calling Shadows of the evening falling down. Deadly nightshade, hear me calling Shadows of the evening falling down. |
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Cousins-Willoughby
Do you remember the day we met How we made our way in fits and starts Do you remember the day we met How we played our roles in silent parts Oh what a day we had Oh what a day. Do you remember the day we met How we kissed the way they do in France Do you remember the day we met How we lost our tongues before the dance Oh what a day we had Oh what a day. Photographs of junior high Your hair was straight and so was I Do you remember the day we met How we scandalised the scripture class Do you remember the day we met How we walked away on broken glass Oh what a day we had Oh what a day Oh what a day we had Oh what a day. |
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from Strawbs - Ghosts (2000)
Lambert
You brought a new kind of sound into my life You brought love every day You brought a new kind of sound into my life And I threw it away. The song that I sing is the music you bring. You gave my eyes a new sight they'd never had before You brought beauty every day You gave my eyes a new sight they'd never had before And I threw it away. The song that I sing is the music I bring. Don't try to change me, I'm doing the best I can Don't try to change me, I'm happy the way I am. You gave my mornings a light they'd never seen before You brought love every day You gave my mornings a light I'd never seen before And I threw it away. The song that I sing is the music I bring. Don't try to change me, I'm doing the best I can Don't try to change me, I'm happy the way I am. The sound they appeared to hear Was the sound that didn't disappear but stayed forever. You are love, you need love You know that much better than I do You are love, you need love You know that much better than I do, la la la la …. You brought a new kind of sound into my life You brought music every day You brought a new kind of sound into my life And I threw it away. The song that I sing is the music we bring. Don't try to change me, I'm doing the best I can Don't try to change me, I'm happy the way I am. Don't try to change me. |
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from Strawbs - A Choice Selection Of Strawbs (1999)
Cousins
Maybe you think, a lot like me Of those who live beside the sea Who feel so free, so I surmise With their comfortable homes and wives Who end up drinking tea together In the afternoon of their lives. They build their homes upon the seashore The quicksand castles of their dreams Yet take no notice of the North wind Which tears their buildings at the seams. In their dismay and blind confusion The weeping widows clutch their shawls While as the sea mist ever deepens The sailors hear the sirens' calls. And in the maelstrom sea which follows The lifeboat sinks without a trace And yet there still remain survivors To bear the shame of their disgrace. Last night I lay in bed and held myself Trying to remember how it once was with you How your hands were softer. Yesterday I found myself staring into space Rather like the sailor in my own home surroundings I'm not sure I know me. If you were me, what would you do ? Don't tell me I don't need you to It won't help me now. If you were me, what would you do ? Don't tell me I don't need you to It won't help me now. |
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from Strawbs - Bursting At The Seams (1999)
Cousins
Maybe you think, a lot like me Of those who live beside the sea Who feel so free, so I surmise With their comfortable homes and wives Who end up drinking tea together In the afternoon of their lives. They build their homes upon the seashore The quicksand castles of their dreams Yet take no notice of the North wind Which tears their buildings at the seams. In their dismay and blind confusion The weeping widows clutch their shawls While as the sea mist ever deepens The sailors hear the sirens' calls. And in the maelstrom sea which follows The lifeboat sinks without a trace And yet there still remain survivors To bear the shame of their disgrace. Last night I lay in bed and held myself Trying to remember how it once was with you How your hands were softer. Yesterday I found myself staring into space Rather like the sailor in my own home surroundings I'm not sure I know me. If you were me, what would you do ? Don't tell me I don't need you to It won't help me now. If you were me, what would you do ? Don't tell me I don't need you to It won't help me now. |
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from Strawbs - Dragonfly (1999)
The dragonfly appeared
The North wind brought it by As summer slipped away And autumn was approaching It flew through silver trees That stood beside the lake I looked into its eyes To find that it was smiling The dragonfly was mine As slender as a wand It cast a spell as it clung To leaves that soon were falling Its camouflage grew faint As my mind grew darker still I scarcely dared to breathe It was frail and I might harm it Its touch was as soft as the thistledown That is borne on the evening breeze Its kiss was as warm as the summer rain That whispers and sighs through the trees And now the warmth of the pale winter sun Has melted the heart of the snow I lie awake throughout the night And wait for the North wind to blow |
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from Strawbs - Deja Fou (2004)
Cousins
The countryside was out of sight The sky was acid blue The saplings were beside themselves The storm had passed on through The trees were wearing racing silks A vibrant grass-snake green With maidens clutching violets In many shades between But somewhere in the distance I could hear the tolling bell I saw myself reflecting back Face down in the well The tolling bell reminded me Of someone I had lost I could not quite remember who Or what had been the cost Naked from the waist up Naked upside down No matter how you break your fall You sure as hell will drown The hounds from hell were howling For the many wasted years While every sin was washed away With semi-precious tears Some said it was suicide Others first degree No matter what the paradox Was somehow lost on me The courage of a patient man Is measured in his pace While some may take the higher ground Others run the race Some folks do the dandy strut And trade as ne'er do well But I have always please myself Somewhere in the distance I could hear the rebel yell I saw myself reflecting back Face down in the well |
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from Strawbs - Just A Collection Of Antiques And Curious/ Live At The Queen Elizabeth Hall (1998)
Cousins
Her hair the weeping willow at the water's edge And from my windy crag above the moorland sedge I see the willow fronds caress the ripples I feel her nipples at my fingertips. Her breasts are gentle snowdrifts in an open field The supple fingered winter wind the grass concealed And though the winter wind may be deceiving I feel her breathing at my fingertips. Her legs the spreading branches of the tree of life The willow wand will bend before the woodman's knife The tangle thicket parts before the forest fire Her warm desire is at my fingertips. |
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from Strawbs - From The Witchwood (1999)
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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from Strawbs - Bursting At The Seams (1999)
Cousins
Young boy that I know feels he has lived too long His spirit of adventure slipped away With little sense of pride, he feels deep down inside. He is flying, flying, flying to be free again Flying, flying, flying to be free again. Young girl that I know feels she has lost her way Her only chance of love once passed her by But little does she know, this is hardly so. She is flying, flying, flying to be free again Flying, flying, flying to be free again Flying, flying, flying to be free again Flying, flying, flying to be free again. And just as in the willow patter fantasy The boy and girl have crossed the bridge of tears And like the birds above, they are sending down their love. Flying, flying, flying to be free again Flying, flying, flying to be free again Flying, flying, flying to be free again Flying, flying, flying to be free again. Dying, dying, dying to be free again Dying, dying, dying to be free again. |
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from Strawbs - Dragonfly (1999)
Cousins-Hooper
Blue skies above me I've someone to love me To take good care of me forever. Through all that time can send We'll make it to the end Just you and me, my friend, forever. Oh weeping willow Please share my pillow So that the clouds will billow forever. And I don't have to bend We'll make it to the end Just you and me, my friend, forever. The gypsy woman who sold me her heather She told me its good luck would last me forever (Forever, forever). We've got our lives to spend We'll make it to the end Just you and me, my friend, forever. And I don't have to bend We'll make it to the end Just you and me, my friend, forever. Through all that time can send We'll make it to the end Just you and me, my friend, forever. |
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from Strawbs - Blue Angel (2005)
Strike the fiddle, start the hoedown
Rid me of my heavy load I can see those bright lights shining A little way further down the road Mysteries of ancient wonders Vanish as my world explodes Memories of old ambitions A little way further down the road All the pain of making progress Vanished when the west wind blowed I have seen myself tomorrow A little further down the road I have rid myself of strangers Buried in the overload I can see myself tomorrow A little way further down the road |
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from Strawbs - Ghosts (2000)
Cousins
You have been my lighthouse in every storm You have given shelter, you have kept me safe and warm And in my darkest nights you have shone your brightest lights You are my saving grace, darling, I love you. You have been the pilot who guides me home You have been my rock as on the Seven Seas I roam And when I was becalmed you were the strength in my arms You are my saving grace, darling, I love you. And when you found my back was torn and broken on the reef You sailed your tiny boat across the dark seas of my disbelief. You have been the anchor and I the chain Straining as we hold ourselves together in the rain I have found you ever there, my constant keeper's daughter fair You are my saving grace, darling, I love you, darling, I love you. |
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from Strawbs - Painted Sky (2005)
You have been my lighthouse
In every storm You have given shelter You have kept me safe and warm And in my darkest nights You have shone your brightest lights You are my saving grace Darling I love you. You have been the pilot Who guides me home You have been the my rock As on the seven seas I roam And when I was becalmed You were the strength in my arms You are my saving grace Darling I love you. And when I found my back Was torn and broken on the reef You sailed your tiny boat Across the dark seas of my disbelief. You have been the anchor And I the chain Straining as we hold ourselves Together in the rain I have found you ever there My constant keeper's daughter fair You are my saving grace Darling I love you. |
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from Strawbs - Nomadness[Remastered] (2008)
Cousins
Is it the painter or the picture hanging in the gallery ? Admired by countless thousands who attempt to read the secrets Of his vision of his very soul. Is it the painter or the picture hanging in the gallery ? Or is it but a still life of his own interpretation Of the way that God had made us in the image of His eye ? Is it the sculptor or the sculpture standing in the gallery ? Touched by fleeting strangers who desire to feel the strength of hands That realised a form of life. Is it the sculptor or the sculpture standing in the gallery ? Or is it but the tenderness with which his hands were guided To discard the unessentials and reveal the perfect truth ? Is it the actor or the drama playing to the gallery ? Heard in every corner of the theatre of cruelty That masks the humour in his speech. Is it the actor or the drama playing to the gallery ? Or is it but the character of any single member of the audience That forms the plot of each and every play ? Is it the singer or his likeness hanging in the gallery ? Tongue black, still and swollen, his eyes staring from their sockets He is silent now, will sing no more. Is it the singer or his likeness hanging in the gallery ? Or is it but his conscience, insecurity and loneliness When destiny becomes at last the cause of his demise ? |
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from Strawbs - Grave New World (1999)
Ford
Crowded afternoon and there's not enough room in the city today The people assembled to hear what resembled evangelists say Some came just to see them for a laugh, others to be free Fools must pretend to be wise, we've a faith that we use as a heavy disguise. Tears from the crowd with men crying aloud or just ringing their hands The love in their hearts at this joining of people from far away lands I'd so many questions I could ask, I wanted to be free Fools must pretend to be wise, we've a faith that we use as a heavy disguise. Cheers from the crowd for a much-loved constituent lately arrived Here's to the soul of the man who takes toll for just staying alive Can't ignore the feeling in the air, glad that I was there Fools must pretend to be wise, we've a faith that we use as a heavy disguise. Evening drew on with a change of opinion from left wing and right And North accused South who were left little doubt that they needed to fight I cannot begin to understand the suffering tonight Fools must pretend to be wise Fools must pretend to be wise Fools must pretend to be wise, we've a faith that we use as a heavy disguise. |
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