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| 2. |
| 3:04 | 
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The question that you never asked demanded no reply
To be there was the truth, to say it was the lie And grateful was the giver for the gift of you and I So be thankful for a reason to complain That it's all been left behind, and I know I wouldn't mind If I never, ever saw you again Think of everything we said, were our words of wisdom new Had we spoken them before to the very special few Well a tongue-tied secret's all of what is left we wished was true When I couldn't find a way to explain And you thought I wasn't kind when I said I wouldn't mind If I never, ever saw you again In another time and place would we have more to share Than the memory that is so long gone, it was never really there In the cool clear light of day, do we know how much we care For the shadows of the night that remain And perhaps I think you'll find that you wouldn't really mind If I never, ever saw you again |
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| 3. |
| 2:35 |
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| 4. |
| 3:12 |
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| 5. |
| 3:02 |
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She sat down below a thorn
Fine flowers in the valley And there she has her sweet babe born And the green leaves they grow rarely "Smile na sae sweet, my bonnie babe An ye'll smile sae sweet, ye'll smile me deid" She's ta'en oot her wee pen knife And twinned the sweet babe o' it's life She's howket a grave by the light o' the moon An' there she's buried her sweet babe in As she was going to the church She saw a sweet babe in the porch "O sweet babe, an' thou were mine I wad cleed thee in the silk sae fine" O mither dear, when I was thine Ye didna prove tae me sae kind |
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| 6. |
| 6:03 |
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| 7. |
| 3:17 |
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Out along the urban clearway
Sending him the road he came Mayve he'll be someone someday Everyone will know his name Even if he learns the hard way Maybe it'll take some time Everywhere you've played is worth it When you've made the climb People in a smoky bar room Listen to the words he sings Wonder where the songs all come from Finger picking weary strings Gonna set his life to music Found a reason for the rhyme Waiting for the break The day he's gonna make the climb When will you lift your lift your eyes Burning skies are promising the dawn Forget the part you played in the masquerade And maybe a song will help you go on Met him at a late night party Heard him in the concert hall Saw him in a transport cafe Bought him at the record store Read him in the music papers Played him for the thousandth time And everybody said that finally He'd made the climb Somewhere on the urban clearway Someone sings his favourite song Guitar in a battered hard case Falling as he walks along Thanking him for inspiration Trying to complete the mind Walking in a dream and he Doesn't even see the climb When will you lift your eyes Morning skies are promising the dawn Forget the part you played in the masquerade And maybe a song'll help you go on Do, do, do, do...... |
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| 8. |
| 3:39 |
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Down in yon valley there was a fine wedding
Oh, but the bride she had proved to be unkind When looking back on their bygone lover Her former true lover came in at the time Supper being ended and all things over It was proposed to sing the bride a song The song it was sung by yon bygone lover And unto the bride this song it did belong Many a one has been seven years absent Many a one has returned again But I have been only three years absent And an inconstant lover to me ye have been Oh, how could you sit at another man's table How could you drink of another man's wine How could you lie in another man's arms When often and often you said you'd lie in mine The bride being seated at the end of the table Every word was spoken, she marked it full weel To bear up the company no more was she able So unto the bridegroom these words she did tell I'm going to ask of you, to ask of you a favour This being the first one you've granted to me You'll grant me the sign if you'll lie with my mammy And aye, aye and after and I'll lie with ye In asking and asking this favour was granted Sighing and sobbing she went tae her bed But early, oh early the very next morning This bonnie young lassie was found lying dead Surprising, surprising, to all ye young women To see one so early cut off in her bloom Tonight ye may be walking and wi' sweethearts talking And early in the morning be cold in the tomb First I'll put on a green coat of velvet This I will wear for one month or two And then I'll put on the green and the yellow And aye, aye and after the orange and the blue If anyone do ask me, do ask me the reason Why I do wear such a costly array I'll tell the reason, the very plain reason Because that my true love lies cold in the clay |
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| 4:30 |
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When winter's shadowy fingers first pursue you down the street
And your boots no longer lie about the cold around your feet Do you spare a thought for summer, whose passage is complete Whose memories lie in ruins and whose ruins lie in heat When winter comes howling in When the wind is singing strangely, blowing music through your head And your rain-splattered windows make you decide to stay in bed Do you spare a thought for the homeless tramp who wishes he was dead Or do you pull the bedclothes higher, dream of summertime instead? When winter comes howling in The creeping cold has fingers that access with permission And mystic crystal snowdrops only aggravate the condition Do you spare a thought for the gypsy with no secure position Who's turned and spurned by village and town t the magistrate's decision? When winter comes howling in When the turkey's in the oven, and the Christmas presents are bought And Santa's in his module, he's an American astronaut Do you spare a thought for Jesus, who had nothing but his thoughts Who got busted just for talking, and befriending the wrong sorts? When winter comes howling in When winter comes howling in |
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| 4:30 |
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| 11. |
| 3:22 |
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Everything is going brightly now
Everything is going straight But you know I must think twice right now It's really getting quite late CHORUS: And I must take my leave of you now There's someone I've got to see There's no more that I can give to you now Because somebody counts on me Sleepy mornings in the summer You have been good to me it's true But you know I can't sit any longer There's more to summer days than you CHORUS It doesn't matter what news you have to tell me Or what songs you have to sing Or what goods you have to sell me Or even what goods you have to bring CHORUS Someday when all my work is over And all my songs are sung And there's nothing more to bother me Then I'll do some counting in return And I must take my leave of you now There's somewhere I'v got to be There's no more that I can give to you now Because somebody counts on me REPEAT CHORUS |
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| 12. |
| 2:34 |
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Watch your daughter's children play
Thirty years ago today Memories of your last young summer Never seemed so far away Smiling at the gathering storm In the khaki uniform When you marched along the high street Did you listen to your heart beat? Did you find what you were looking for In the somewhere over there Was the answer found on the battleground Was the question really fair Tell me are the crosses that stand Planted by a gardener's hand Tended only by the weather Somewhere in the no man's land And does my love of life betray His immortal memory Poppies on a dusty high street Echoes of the lasting heart beat |
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| 1:54 |
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I am the great sun, but you do not see me
And I am the husband, but you turn away I am the captive, but you do not free me And I am the captain you will not obey me I am the truth, but you will not believe me I am the city where you will not stay And I am your wife, your child, but you will leave me And I am that God to whom you will not pray I am your counsel, but you will not heed me And I am your lover whom you will betray I am the victor, but you do not cheer me And I am the holy dove whom you will slay I am your life, but if you will not name me Seal up your soul with tears, and never blame me |
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| 14. |
| 2:30 |
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You and me, sitting on a bench,
Watching the day go by No one paying us any attention, Not even to ask us why Sunshine in our eyes, We're watching it set and we're watching it rise You and me, sitting on a bench, Watching the day go by You and me, sitting on a bus In the front seat at the top, Watching the people who don't look like us, Going way past our stop Travelling everywhere, We got no money but what do we care You and me, sitting on a bus, In the front seat at the top CHORUS : Oh, looks like we're sticking together Oh. looks like lasting forever You and me by the side of the road, In the morning, feeling bright Watching the cars coming and watching them go, Still thinking we'll be home tonight As the day goes on and it lifts you off, We're thinking might take us a day or two You and me by the side of the road, In the morning, feeling bright CHORUS |
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