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Come back baby
Please do not go How much I love you You never know Come back baby Talk it over one more time Love you woman You know that I do Love you baby All the way through Come back baby Talk it over one more time I woke up this mornin' Baby you've gone Is there any crime without doubt? Come back baby Talk it over one more time Come back oh, to me Love you baby Oh, set me free Come back baby Talk it over one more time Come back girl Please do not go How much I love you You never know Come back baby Talk it over one more time |
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Drawing water from the well,
spilling over on the grass, walking homeward, my heart is filled with pain, woe -oh oh oh oh is me, go your way my love, go your way my love. Drawing water from the well, spilling over on the grass, walking homeward, my heart is filled with pain, woe -oh oh oh oh is me go your way my love, go your way my love. |
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from Bert Jansch - The River Sessions (2006)
Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing
Ah she's so full of life Sparkling with tiny red roses Let there be music to please her Let it be sunbright to light up her day Let the moon light her night And fill her with deep silent sleepiness If I were a small bird so tiny I'd hide in her hair just to be near her To hear her sweet voice And feel her sweet body beside me And if I were a high lord with riches I'd clothe her in satin from India's far highlands I would shoe her in gold Then invite her to sit at my table Step out young lady a-dancing To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing For your beauty so rare Is as fresh as a sweet Sunday morning |
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from Bert Jansch - The River Sessions (2006)
In the bleak midwinter,
Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone. Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When He comes to reign. In the bleak midwinter A stable place sufficed Father Lord, Almighty, Jesus Christ. Enough for Him, whom Cherubim Worship night and day, A breastful of milk, And a mangerful of hay; Enough for Him, whom Angels Fall down before, The ox and ass and camel Which adore. What can I give Him, Poor as I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb. If I were a wise man, I would do my part; Yet what I can, I give Him Give my heart. |
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from Bert Jansch - The River Sessions (2006)
It's one for Jo
Don't let your man go He's a dreamer darling He's even kind'a slow I don't believe the tales he tells But they're always nice to hear He's a dreamer darling Always keep him near In a white tuxedo He's remarkably cool A prince of living Who knows all the rules In a black sedan so royally He takes his love to school And no-one can reproach him No-one but a fool He's a bold sea captain In his boots and oilskin hat Struggling blindly Through seas wild and black Down the river he glides With his baby by his side And when you think of that gal How can your love hide It's one for Jo Don't let your man go He's a dreamer darling He's even kind'a slow I don't believe the tales he tells But they're always nice to hear He's a dreamer darling Always keep him near |
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Runnin' runnin' from home,
Breakin' ties that you'd grown Catchin' dreams from the clouds The city sounds burn your soul Turn your head to the cries Of loneliness in the night Just like a fly when it's caught The spider soon takes it's prey Spins a dance round your heart Give me your beauty and age A pleasure pleasing my mind Your heart will shatter and fall Step on pavements so old Cast a glance at the young Girls a-making their way The passing image of you Reflects a pain to my heart And disappears in a crowd Runnin' runnin' from home Breakin' ties that you'd grown Catchin' dreams from the clouds |
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from Bert Jansch - The River Sessions (2006)
Put on your cloud stepping shoes, and dance
Shake off the lonely bad blues, take a chance Seek out and find a green jade pool Hide behind the moon Don't let the judges sing your name Remember from where you came He rolls and tumbles and he laughs, when he speaks And heaven's sweet wine brings a blush, to his cheeks Who showed him the way to live forever Longer than anyone For he stole the petals from the dying sun Fresh when the day was done Now over the seas o'r the mountains, he calls There must be a way I can stay, Lord immortal Wanna go to heaven on my flying trapeze Eat all the fruit I please Wanna drink my fill of that heavenly wine Till the judges call my time Chorus Stone monkey gather your family round And follow the sun on down |
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from Bert Jansch - Legend The Classic Recordings (2005)
One morning fair I took the air
Down by Blackwater side 'twas in gazing all, all around me The Irish lad I spied All through the far part of the night We lay in sport and play Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes Saying fare-thee-well today That's not the promise that you gave to me When first you lay on my breast You could make me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the West Well then go home to your father's garden Go home and weep your fill And think on your own misfortune That you've brought with your wanton will |
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Come back baby
Please do not go How much I love you You never know Come back baby Talk it over one more time Love you woman You know that I do Love you baby All the way through Come back baby Talk it over one more time I woke up this mornin' Baby you've gone Is there any crime without doubt? Come back baby Talk it over one more time Come back oh, to me Love you baby Oh, set me free Come back baby Talk it over one more time Come back girl Please do not go How much I love you You never know Come back baby Talk it over one more time |
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Freedom fighters, speak with your tongues
Sing with the might of the wind In your lungs, do you hear me now? My mama told me, papa said it too "Son, the world's divided and you know Your cause is true", do you hear me now? Can you see those mushrooms seed and burst Spreading through our valleys breeding hunger Breeding thirst. Do you hear me now? Snowmen in the winter, blossoms in the spring If they drop the bomb in the summertime It don't mean a doggone thing Do you hear me now? Do you hear me now? Freedom fighters speak with your tongues Sing with the might of the wind In your lungs, do you hear me now? Do you hear me now? |
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When sadness fills your heart
And sorrow hides the longing to be free When things go wrong each day You fix your mind to a?scape your misery Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death How strange, your happy words Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone How tears have filled the eyes Of friends that you once had walked among Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death One grain of pure white snow Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain In peace your mind withdraws Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death Your mother stands a'cryin' While to the earth your body's slowly cast Your father stands in silence Caressing every young dream of the past Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death Through ages, man's desires To free his mind, to release his very soul Has proved to all who live That death itself is freedom for evermore And your troubled young life Will make you turn To a needle of death |
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from Bert Jansch - Legend The Classic Recordings (2005)
When I was in service in Rosemary Lane
I won the goodwill of my master and did I Till a sailor came there one night to lay And that was the beginning of my misery He called for a candle to light him to bed And likewise a silk handkerchief to tie up his head To tie up his head as sailors will do And he said my Pretty Polly will you come too Now this maid being young and foolish she thought it no harm For to lie into bed to keep herself warm And what was done there I will never disclose But I wish that short night had been seven long years Next morning this sailor so early arose And into my apron three guineas did throw Saying take this I will give and more I will do If you'll be my Polly wherever I go Now if it's a boy he will fight for the king And if it's a girl she will wear a gold ring She will wear a gold ring and a dress all aflame And remember my service in Rosemary Lane When I was in service in Rosemary Lane I won the goodwill of my master and did I Till a sailor came there one night to lay And that was the beginning of my misery |
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from Bert Jansch - Legend The Classic Recordings (2005)
Come walk the streets of crime
And colour bright the corners Of love with the earth See the dazzling nightlife grow Beyond the dawn and burning In the heart of Soho Hear the market cries And see their wares displayed Through the window of your soul Come watch the naked dance That spins before your very eyes Naked like the sun Step inside where men before Have drunk to fill to senseless Till the dreams fade and die And free and easy Does the blood red wine come flowing From the glass to your veins And the midday dream is silent Thou gardens where you're resting From the troubles of your mind And though the sun is burning brightly All within the gardens Are the sleeping oris dead And through the afternoon The buzzing bees do harmonise Through the rushing sale daylight |
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from Bert Jansch - Young Man Blues/ Live In Glasgow 1962 - 1964 (2005)
Come back baby
Please do not go How much I love you You never know Come back baby Talk it over one more time Love you woman You know that I do Love you baby All the way through Come back baby Talk it over one more time I woke up this mornin' Baby you've gone Is there any crime without doubt? Come back baby Talk it over one more time Come back oh, to me Love you baby Oh, set me free Come back baby Talk it over one more time Come back girl Please do not go How much I love you You never know Come back baby Talk it over one more time |
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from Bert Jansch - Young Man Blues/ Live In Glasgow 1962 - 1964 (2005)
Green are your eyes
In the morning, when you arise Don't you be afraid to lie By me, my love, Your father will not know. Love can be broken, Though no words are spoken, Don't you be afraid to lie By me, my love, Your father will not know. Love be bold, We're not so old, Don't you be afraid to lie By me, my love, Your father will not know. Love don't cry, I'll not try, Don't you be afraid to lie By me, my love, Your father will not know. Green are your eyes In the morning, when you rise Don't you be afraid to lie By me, my love Your father will be told someday About our wedding day(?) |
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from Bert Jansch - Young Man Blues/ Live In Glasgow 1962 - 1964 (2005)
Strolling down the highway
I'm gonna to get there my way Dusk 'till dawn I'm walking Can you hear my guitar rockin'? While I stroll on down, on down the highway People think I'm a crazy But lord above ain't lazy The sun shines all day long The garlic's far too strong While I stroll on down, on down the highway While I stroll on down, on down the highway The cars won't stop for no one They'd all think your just a rollin' bum They think you are a spy Gonna shoot them as a they go by No, the cars they won't stop, won't stop for no one Strolling down the highway I'm gonna to get there my way Dusk 'till dawn I'm walking Can you hear my guitar rockin'? While I stroll on down, on down the highway |
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from Bert Jansch - Birthday Blues (2005)
I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can't see to making you into a dream. But if I had a magical wonder word, I'd send a dove to catch your love and I send a blackbird to steal your heart. But a broken heart won't go, my endless search, little girl, I gonna fix a magic(al) spell to weave on you, little girl. I'll fall along that you catch the wind upon the orange to sweetest sin before this very moment evil in. I'd rather wait at the dark of thousand times, little girl, and take the woman until the heart of my soul. And if I catch you sleeping along the west and gave you alone my secret way. But I bind your heart unto me very slow. I don't believe I've seen a woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can't see to making you into a dream. And if I had a magical wonder word, I send a dove to catch your love and I send a blackbird to steal your heart. |
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from Bert Jansch - Sketches (2001)
I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can't see to making you into a dream. But if I had a magical wonder word, I'd send a dove to catch your love and I send a blackbird to steal your heart. But a broken heart won't go, my endless search, little girl, I gonna fix a magic(al) spell to weave on you, little girl. I'll fall along that you catch the wind upon the orange to sweetest sin before this very moment evil in. I'd rather wait at the dark of thousand times, little girl, and take the woman until the heart of my soul. And if I catch you sleeping along the west and gave you alone my secret way. But I bind your heart unto me very slow. I don't believe I've seen a woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can't see to making you into a dream. And if I had a magical wonder word, I send a dove to catch your love and I send a blackbird to steal your heart. |
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from Bert Jansch - Sketches (2001)
Hearken to the sweet leaves
That dance so merrily I wish the wind would do the same for me. But rooted here like a withered tree am I, And I watch both day and night pass by. It was a cruel and wicked master, Stole my freedom and charged me To fight for him, win him victory. And now here am I in a damp and dreary cell, And all I know of time is the church bell. Moonshine soft and clear, In a death-black endless sky, Cartwheelin' bright stars twinklin' down. From the shadows calls the night owl, He's echoing my loneliness. Come the stag down from the mountain, Come the owl from where he sleeps, Come the eagle from his high, high nest, To where the salmon, they swim and they sleep, Come fast and hope to set me free. I dream of waters flowing, Sweet air to softly breathe, Of meadowland where the wagtail bobs and weaves, Of sunny days where children dance and play, And sweet music to drive my grief away. |
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from Bert Jansch - Sketches (2001)
When sadness fills your heart
And sorrow hides the longing to be free When things go wrong each day You fix your mind to a?scape your misery Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death How strange, your happy words Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone How tears have filled the eyes Of friends that you once had walked among Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death One grain of pure white snow Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain In peace your mind withdraws Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death Your mother stands a'cryin' While to the earth your body's slowly cast Your father stands in silence Caressing every young dream of the past Your troubled young life Had made you turn To a needle of death Through ages, man's desires To free his mind, to release his very soul Has proved to all who live That death itself is freedom for evermore And your troubled young life Will make you turn To a needle of death |
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It's one for Jo
Don't let your man go He's a dreamer darling He's even kind'a slow I don't believe the tales he tells But they're always nice to hear He's a dreamer darling Always keep him near In a white tuxedo He's remarkably cool A prince of living Who knows all the rules In a black sedan so royally He takes his love to school And no-one can reproach him No-one but a fool He's a bold sea captain In his boots and oilskin hat Struggling blindly Through seas wild and black Down the river he glides With his baby by his side And when you think of that gal How can your love hide It's one for Jo Don't let your man go He's a dreamer darling He's even kind'a slow I don't believe the tales he tells But they're always nice to hear He's a dreamer darling Always keep him near |
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I once thought I did know all about it
Since the rain falls, the wind blows and the sun shines Don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas? I know that I might die from poison Invisible hanging there in the sunlight And don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas? If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour Be glad that he don't want to be your enemy For don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas? |
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from Bert Jansch - The Gardener/ Essential Bert Jansch 1965-71 (2001)
I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can't see to making you into a dream. But if I had a magical wonder word, I'd send a dove to catch your love and I send a blackbird to steal your heart. But a broken heart won't go, my endless search, little girl, I gonna fix a magic(al) spell to weave on you, little girl. I'll fall along that you catch the wind upon the orange to sweetest sin before this very moment evil in. I'd rather wait at the dark of thousand times, little girl, and take the woman until the heart of my soul. And if I catch you sleeping along the west and gave you alone my secret way. But I bind your heart unto me very slow. I don't believe I've seen a woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can't see to making you into a dream. And if I had a magical wonder word, I send a dove to catch your love and I send a blackbird to steal your heart. |
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I don't believe I've seen
a woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can't see to making you into a dream. But if I had a magical wonder word, I'd send a dove to catch your love and I send a blackbird to steal your heart. But a broken heart won't go, my endless search, little girl, I gonna fix a magic(al) spell to weave on you, little girl. I'll fall along that you catch the wind upon the orange to sweetest sin before this very moment evil in. I'd rather wait at the dark of thousand times, little girl, and take the woman until the heart of my soul. And if I catch you sleeping along the west and gave you alone my secret way. But I bind your heart unto me very slow. I don't believe I've seen a woman like you anywhere. And I must admit that I can't see to making you into a dream. And if I had a magical wonder word, I send a dove to catch your love and I send a blackbird to steal your heart. |
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One morning fair I took the air
Down by Blackwater side 'twas in gazing all, all around me The Irish lad I spied All through the far part of the night We lay in sport and play Till this young man arose and gathered his clothes Saying fare-thee-well today That's not the promise that you gave to me When first you lay on my breast You could make me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the West Well then go home to your father's garden Go home and weep your fill And think on your own misfortune That you've brought with your wanton will |
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