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It takes a little sunshine
It takes a little rain It takes a little laughter It takes a little pain But I can take the heartaches I only want my love to grow in you. It takes a little kindness It takes a little tears It takes some understanding To last so many years But I can take the changes I only want my love to grow in you. I'll hang in on you While you hang out on me I know you have your reasons For needing to be free Why don't we talk it over And find out where we stand In my old-fashioned way I'll always lend a helping hand. It takes the joy of knowing That even if we're poor We somehow turn out richer Than we ever were before Now I don't need much money I only want my love to grow in you. |
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You're my secret
You're my inspiration You're my journey You're my destination You have always Been so close and yet so far away You're my best friend You're my total stranger You're my lifeline You're my hint of danger You have always Been so close and yet so far away In my hour of need I call on you To comfort me But you could only set me free You're my memories You're my Rock of Ages You're my future You're my empty pages You have always Been so close and yet so far away... |
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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 - Just A Collection Of Antiques And Curious/ Live At The Queen Elizabeth Hall (1998)
Cousins
Speak only with your voices and not the sword Listen to your leaders and the words of the Lord Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme For I have had a dream. While fury gathers around you provoking you to hate Remember what I told you, don't heed the dangled bait Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme For I have had a dream. The leaders of the country are speaking just the same As those who've gone before them and those who are to blame Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme For I have had a dream. Proclaim a day of mourning and let the flags fly low The future is before us as I have told you so Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme For I have had a dream Shake hands with your brothers has been my theme For I have had a dream. |
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from Strawbs - Just A Collection Of Antiques And Curious/ Live At The Queen Elizabeth Hall (1998)
Cousins
She looks so frail beside you as she wears her sick disguise You say she'll soon be better as you dry her tearful eyes You tell her fairy stories, she tries to understand She looks to you for comfort and holds out her little hand. But early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again. You gently kiss her forehead and from the room you creep But you linger in the doorway as she whimpers in her sleep Her cheeks are flushed like sunset and her head's an open fire All night she turns and tosses as her temperature gets higher. But early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again. The night light in the corner casts a soft and peaceful glow Her face becomes much cooler and her breathing much more slow She dreams of clowns and princes sailing boats and trains The fairies come by moonlight to take away her pain. And early in the morning when the sun shines into her tiny room She wakes up like a bird and she's fine again She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine She wakes up like a bird and she feels fine. |
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from Strawbs - Just A Collection Of Antiques And Curious/ Live At The Queen Elizabeth Hall (1998)
Cousins
Wake up one day, you're left alone From now on you're on your own The sands of time are running low You'll have nothing left to show The months slip by and change to years Soon the twilight gloom appears And then one day before you know You'll have nothing left to show. Where is this dream of your youth ? The pictures on the walls are shaking They can hear the storm a-breaking Storms may come and storms may go You'll have nothing left to show Buildings all around are trembling They can hear the earth a-rumbling Buildings come and buildings go You'll have nothing left to show. Where is this dream of your youth ? Tomorrow brings another dawn It might be better from now on Before too long that day will go You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show You'll have nothing left to show. Where is this dream of your youth ? |
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from Strawbs - Deadlines (1998)
Cousins
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-Lambert-Cronk
Joey and me were out on the freeway leaving the city race Out of the hustle, into the country, searching for open space Shoulder to shoulder, mile for mile, but neither of us knew where Sleeping at night out under the stars, inhaling the mountain air. Under the open skies, living in paradise Joey and me were free Nobody else allowed, anyone more's a crowd Joey and me makes three. Often we talked of wasting our time and bridges that we had crossed But mostly we looked in vain for ourselves forgetting that we were lost Joey and me were two of a kind in love with our own ideals Aiming to keep the gathering years in pace with our rolling wheels. Under the open skies, living in paradise Joey and me were free Nobody else allowed, anyone more's a crowd Joey and me makes three. Let me tell you how it all went wrong How me and Joey didn't belong We were tripping the light fantastic (Intergalactic) Joey and me. The wilderness road had taken its toll, I knew I could never last The lines had gone down in a flurry of snow, the winter was on us fast I made my way back into the city, hitched to a guiding star Joey is out on his own again, he's richer than me by far. Under the open skies, living in paradise Joey and me were free Nobody else allowed, anyone more's a crowd Joey and me makes three. Under the open skies, living in paradise Joey and me were free Nobody else allowed, anyone more's a crowd Joey and me makes three. Under the open skies, living in paradise Joey and me were free Nobody else allowed, anyone more's a crowd Joey and me makes three. … |
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from Strawbs - Deadlines (1998)
Cousins-Lambert
I see myself reborn in every generation I took to children for my source and my salvation And I will build my house of rock on their foundation stone. I can see the new beginning The universal loser winning I can hear the children singing Making a date with tomorrow. Once I was blinded by the light of my reflection The mirror's eyes were moist with tears of deep affection I could not see my way to make the last connection home. I can see the new beginning The universal loser winning I can hear the children singing Making a date with tomorrow. The leaves of my life have been falling And time rolls along like a wheel The innocent games that we once played as kids are for real. I can see the new beginning The universal loser winning I can hear the children singing Making a date with tomorrow. I can see the new beginning The universal loser winning I can hear the children singing Making a date with tomorrow. I can see the new beginning The universal loser winning I can hear the children singing Making a date with tomorrow. |
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Cousins-Cronk
Hold me tight, we've got a way to go tonight We tore ourselves apart in spite of all the promises we made Name your price but take a note of my advice Don't ever make a sacrifice without a chance of being paid. No return, you've reached the point of no return You lit the fire and let it burn You've reached the point of no return. Right or wrong, I was with you all along But now you're back where you belong among your family and friends Make or break, we really made a big mistake There's one decision left to take and that is how the story ends. No return, you've reached the point of no return You lit the fire and let it burn You've reached the point of no return, no return. Through my life is a mystery, my heart is an open page If only you would choose to read between the lines of age. No return, you've reached the point of no return No return, you lit the fire and let it burn No return, you've reached the point of no return No return, you lit the fire and let it burn No return, you've reached the point of no return No return, you lit the fire .. |
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Cousins
I must have been the saddest man who ever wrote a love song For when I spoke of ways and means, I knew it would not last long After all the years, the growing pains and heartaches I swore that I would die for you and sealed it with a traitor's kiss. We must have been a crazy pair to think we'd stay together I hope you find your own new world and make it last forever You gave me your best, I gave you all my worst years I swore that I would die for you and sealed it with a traitor's kiss. Thank you for your sympathy God bless you for your kindness I'm sure that as the years roll by You'll understand my sadness. I can't have been the only man who ever wrote a song for you. Take care of the kids, I didn't want to hurt them I swore that I would die for you and sealed it with a traitor's kiss. |
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Cousins-Lambert-Cronk
This is the last resort you'll ever know The old straight track, the long way back One more familiar face has gone Will you miss me ? I doubt it. There are many more at the last resort There are many more at the last resort. This is the last resort you'll ever take The summer old, the winter cold And now the seasons will never change Will you miss me ? I doubt it. There are many more at the last resort There are many more at the last resort. This is the last resort, it's make or break The ray of hope, the silken rope, your feet are on the endless slope Just one more chance to touch the sun Will you miss me ? I doubt it, the damage has been done. This is the last resort you'll ever know The lights are down on you favourite clown The time has come, the final bow Will you miss me ? I doubt it. There are many more at the last resort There are many more at the last resort There are many more at the last resort There are many more at the last resort. |
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Cousins-Cronk
Time is the power, the enemy hour The soul survivor of the news, the headlines Life is a friend, I value its end For I can take it when I choose, the deadlines. Time and life will meet at dawn The swords have been drawn for the takers. Time has no heart, it wins from the start Was I so foolish as to try to ignore it ? Life is complete and proud in defeat At last I understand why I adore it. Time and life fight to the end But life has to bend to her makers. Time and life will meet at dawn The swords have been drawn for the takers Time and life fight to the end But life has to bend to her makers Time and life will meet at dawn The swords have been drawn for the takers Time and life fight to the end But life has to bend to her makers Time and life will meet at dawn The swords have been drawn for the takers Time and life fight to the end But life has to bend. |
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from Strawbs - Deadlines (1998)
Cousins
The wise man came in deep disguise All the way from Mexico We sat in circles on the ground And listened to his words of wisdom He spoke of unclimbed mountain ranges And plains that stretched beyond the point of no return (no return). We talked in terms of solitude And parted with respect Realising that the world held a place for us both Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere, somewhere. |
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from Strawbs - From The Witchwood (1999)
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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from Strawbs - From The Witchwood (1999)
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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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 - From The Witchwood (1999)
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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from Strawbs - From The Witchwood (1999)
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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from Strawbs - From The Witchwood (1999)
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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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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from Strawbs - From The Witchwood (1999)
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 |