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| 2:20 | ||||
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Come run jump skip a long sam
a very happy man I am to know you are well and you're doing fine kind-of puts at rest my mind How's your brush and your lady fair not to mention your stained glass stair flower pot on window sill on top of honeycomb hill Have you found the secret door to let you down to the earth's deep core you'll be back in time fot tea with a diamond to show me Come run jump skip a long sam a very happy man I am to know you are well and you're doing fine kind-of puts at rest my mind How's your brush and your lady fair not to mention your stained glass stair flower pot on window sill on top of honeycomb hill |
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Sun, the earth is turning
it's turning round and love is the access but they chop the tree down all the proud trees are standing as green as the sky as green as the greenstone that makes seabirds fly ovens area baking and the rivers run dry as dry as the ocean on wings of a fly go if you're able and come if you can life's very unstable it's built upon sand marianne set the table an old friend I see marianne fetch the papers there's two for tea |
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| 2:03 | ||||
There was a time I thought of mine only
Could it be occurred to me while lonely I was noble personage Born to beautify the page If I used time to set it down There was a time I thought of mine only Could it be occured to me while lonely I was of high lineage Cast up in a dreadful age Born to be the hermit of my line On a windy Saturday St. Alban's market day Little did I know the work I was to do Or the love I had to show |
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under the greenwood tree
who loves to lie with me and tune his merry note unto the sweet bird's throat come hither come hither come hither here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather Who doth ambition shun and love to live in the sun seeking the food he eats and pleased with what he gets come hither come hither come hither here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather and if it do come to pass that any man turn ass leaving his wealth and ease a stubborn will to please ducdame ducdame ducdame there shall he see gross fools as he an if he will come to me |
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| 2:53 | ||||
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| 3:16 | ||||
In the golden garden bird of peace
Stands the silver girl the Wild Jewels niece Paints and pretty colors Children's drawings on the wall Look of doubt I cast you out be gone your ragged call In the forest thick a trick of light Makes an image magnet to my sight Gown of purple velvet enchanted glazed eye The sound of wings and sparkling rings behold a crimson sky Tread to light so not to touch the grass Breathe the air so slowly as you pass Silent sudden dewdrop remains unseen until Eyes to fall to hidden call the power of Love and Will Symphonies of seaweed dance and swoon Surreal celestial shore beneath the moon See the dark and mighty peaks pierce the cumulus Violet and mauve they power you can sus' Elvin fingers clutch a deep black cloak of fine damask Aged rock incarnate lie reveal a jeweled cask |
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| 2:26 | ||||
How high the gulls fly
O'er Ilay How sad the farm lad deep in play Felt like a grain on your sand How well the sheep's bell music makes Roving the cliff when fancy takes Felt like a tide left me here How blessed the forest with birdsong How neat the cut peat laid so long Felt like a seed on your land |
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He came into town with his mandolin
Calling all the people and they came to him He said I want to hear all that's pretty He said I want to hear all that's nice They laughed at him with his mandolin They left him there with his funny grin He said I want to hear all that's pretty He said I want to hear all that's nice The children of the town then came to him Magically called with his mandolin He said I want to hear all that's pretty He said I want to hear all that's nice They smiled at him with his mandolin Their eyes like his were sparkling He said I want to hear all that's pretty He said I want to hear all that's nice They said d'you want to hear all that's pretty They said d'you want to hear all that's nice La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la |
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| 1:52 | ||||
I can see by your eyes you're a good man,
and the sparkle of the ring on your hand. You have a muzzled dancing monkey, a little cup in a hairy hand. (I'll) bring cheese with me. Won't you bring bread and have some wine? Break cheese with me. Won't you break bread and have some wine? A goat skinned tamborine what sites that has seen Blazing eyes of dances daughters of tinker queens. (I'll) bring cheese with me. Won't you bring bread and have some wine? Break cheese with me. Won't you break bread and have some wine? Ya hang your cloak in a gypsy fashin. I see a scar of an ancient lashing. Born a babe in Macedonia to the shounds of seas a-crashing. Break cheese with me. Won't you break bread and have some wine? Break cheese with me. Won't you break bread and have some wine? I can see by your eyes you're a good man, and the sparkle of the ring on your hand. You have a muzzled dancing monkey, a little cup in a hairy hand. I can see by your eyes you're a good man, and the sparkle of the ring on your hand. You have a muzzled dancing monkey, a little cup in a hairy hand. |
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On the windy beach the sun is shining through with
weather fair White horses riding on the seas pasture onto the sand Over the Dunes came a travelling man Sack on back Wild flowers in his hand Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand and stare Scratching his beard through the grass he steered his sandy shoe Disappearing in the dips pondering and wandering along Nice as you please comes the travelling man Drinking a bottle of milk in his hand Speaking to no one in particular but happily Down where the gulls dance driftwood lying drying for the fire Yellow beak and sleek now the gulls are crying flying higher Out from the sea came a little green Crab Taking the Sun the morning being very drab Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand and stare The Tinker and the Crab The Tinker and the Crab The Tinker and the Crab |
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Spring has showered frae a drip
Splash and trickle running, Plant has flowered in the sand Shell and pebble sunning; So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries In the misty, tangled sky, Fast a wind is blowing In a new born rabbit's heart River life is flowing So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries From the dark and wetted soil, Petals are unfolding From the stony village >Kirke< Easter bells of old ring So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries Spring has flowered frae a drip, Slash and trickle running Plant has flowered in the sun Shell and pebble sunning So begins another spring Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries |
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The Magpie is a most illustrious bird
dwells in a diamond tree one brings sorrow and one brings joy sorry and joy for me The Magpie is a most royal bird black and blue as night I would that I had feathers three black and blue and white I saw the gentle Magpie bird in the dusky yestereve one brings sorrow and one brings joy sorrow and joy for me.... sorrow and joy for me.... |
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| 5:44 | ||||
Come all ye starry starfish
living in the deep blue sea crawl to me i have proposition to make thee would you walk the north sea floor to Belgium from England Bring me word of a banjo man With a tattoo on his hand. The spokesman of the starfish spoke as spokesman should "If'n you met our fee then certainly we would, If you cast a looking-glass upon the scallopped sand You'll have word o' this banjo man with a tattoo on his hand." "Come ye starry starfish I know your ways are caped maybe its because your astrologically shaped, Converse with the herring shoals as I know you can Bring me word o' the banjo man with a tattoo on his hand." The eldest of the starfish spoke, after a sigh, "Youthfull as you are young man you have a 'Wisdom Eye'; Surely you must know a looking-glass is made from sand? These youngfish are fooling you about this banjo man." "Come then aged starfish Riddle me no more, for news I am weary and my heart is sore; All on the silent seashore, help me if you can, Tell to me if you know of this banjo man." "All through the seven oceans I am a star, most famed, Many 'leggys' have I lost and many have I gained, Strange to say quite recently I've been to Fleming Land And if you are courteous I'll tell you all I can." "You have my full attention" I answered him with glee, His brother stars were twinkling in the sky above the sea So I sat there with rapt attention, on the sand, very anxious for to hear of the banjo man. "I have seen this tattooed hand through a ship port-hole, Steaming on the watery main through the waves so cold, Heard his tinkling banjo and his voice so grand but you must come to Belgium to shake his tattooed hand." "Gladly would I come oh gladly would I go, Had I not my work to do and my face to show, I rejoice to know he's well but I must go inland, thank you for the words you brought of the banjo man." I walked along the evening sand as charcoal clouds did shift revealing the moon shining on the pebble drift Contemplating every other word the starfish said whistly winds they filled my dreams in my dreaming bed. |