Fairport Convention - From Cropredy To Portmerion (Live) [compilation, live] (2002)

최고의 브리티쉬 포크록 밴드로 군림해온 'Fairport Convention'은 멤버 모두가 뛰어난 연주력과 창작능력을 통해 영국은 물론이고 세계적으로도 상당한 음악적 영향력을 행사하기도 했다. 1집에 보컬로 참여했던 Judy Dyble 이후 Sandy Denny를 맞으며 폭발적인 인기를 구가하기도 했었는데 그 외에도 Richard Thompson, Ian ....

Disc 1

1.

The Eynsham Poacher

Fairport Convention

2:58

2.

Bird From The Mountain

Fairport Convention

4:44

3.

London River

Fairport Convention

3:12

London River, oh, the London River
All the love, I have I'll give her
London River, oh, the London River
That's the river for me

First time that I set my eyes upon her
I tell no lie, upon my honor
Sights and sounds that made my heart a shiver
Then I saw her on the London River, oh

London River, oh, the London River
All the love, I have I'll give her
London River, oh, the London River
That's the river for me

Signed to my master in the 1930's
The hours were long and the work was dirty
Out in the Indies where the rum is brewed
Had me a drop and got me kidneys too

London River, oh, the London River
All the love, I have I'll give her
London River, oh, the London River
That's the river for me

Signed for a while on the old rasover
Some of them the stewards they'll blow you over
Lipstick and makeup and all that muck
You walk like a woman and they call you duck

London River, oh, the London River
All the love, I have I'll give her
London River, oh, the London River
That's the river for me

First time that I set my eyes upon her
Tell no lie, upon my honor
Sights and sounds that made my heart a shiver
Then I saw her on the London River, oh

London River, oh, the London River
All the love, I have I'll give her
London River, oh, the London River
That's the river for me

4.

Honour And Praise

Fairport Convention

5:41

5.

From A Distance

Fairport Convention

5:16

6.

On The Floor

Fairport Convention

2:48

7.

Red And Gold

Fairport Convention

6:55

Red and Gold are royal colours
Peasant colours are green and brown
Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing
Red and gold when the harvest is cut down.

Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire the Cherwell takes its course
And the willows weep into its waters clear
My name it is Will Tims and it's here that I was born
And raised in faith my King and God to fear.

In 1644 the King in Oxford Town did dwell
Though we'd heard that Cromwell's army was nearby
It did not occur to me that little Cropredy
Could be witness to the meeting of both sides

On June the 29th that year I was about my work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still green

Now it did distress me so to watch my own blood flow
And quickly soak into the greedy ground
In red and gold my colours swam and sweat broke on my brow
And faint I knew that I must lay me down

At first I thought the thundering was just inside my head
So I raised myself above the hedge to see
And I watched as in a dream as the armies fought downstream
The Battle for the Bridge at Cropredy

Now the King's men fought in red and gold though Cromwell's men were plainer
The blood they spilled was coloured just the same
Through the hedgerow's fragile cover I saw brother killing brother
And all of this was done in Jesus' name

All that day and all the next the battle it was raging
Though when darkness came I slipped away
But the crying of the dying kept me wakeful and just lying
In my bed until the dawning of the day

And the dreams I had were red and gold
And the little stream became a flood
From all my brothers killing one another
Till waking I realised it was all my own dear blood

Some were buried in the church and some just where they fell
With no markers to declare their place of rest
But the poppies they do grow where they were never sown
And to my mind they do declare it best

And each year when the green corn once again turns into gold
And the poppies in the field again remind me
Like the scar upon my hand and the blood spilled on this land
And the hungry earth so eager to confine me

For read and gold they are the colours
One is blood and one is power
Though I may find my rest in Cropredy Church
In golden fields forever will spring the poppy flower

By Cropredy the Cherwell is still bidden to keep flowing
And the willows by its side still gently weep
But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream
The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep

And the dreams I have are red and gold
And the little stream becomes a flood
From all my brothers killing one another
Till waking I realise it's all my own dear blood

Red and Gold are royal colours
Peasant colours are green and brown
Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing
Red and gold when the harvest is cut down.

Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire the Cherwell takes its course
And the willows weep into its waters clear
My name it is Will Tims and it's here that I was born
And raised in faith my King and God to fear.

In 1644 the King in Oxford Town did dwell
Though we'd heard that Cromwell's army was nearby
It did not occur to me that little Cropredy
Could be witness to the meeting of both sides

On June the 29th that year I was about my work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still green

Now it did distress me so to watch my own blood flow
And quickly soak into the greedy ground
In red and gold my colours swam and sweat broke on my brow
And faint I knew that I must lay me down

At first I thought the thundering was just inside my head
So I raised myself above the hedge to see
And I watched as in a dream as the armies fought downstream
The Battle for the Bridge at Cropredy

Now the King's men fought in red and gold though Cromwell's men were plainer
The blood they spilled was coloured just the same
Through the hedgerow's fragile cover I saw brother killing brother
And all of this was done in Jesus' name

All that day and all the next the battle it was raging
Though when darkness came I slipped away
But the crying of the dying kept me wakeful and just lying
In my bed until the dawning of the day

And the dreams I had were red and gold
And the little stream became a flood
From all my brothers killing one another
Till waking I realised it was all my own dear blood

Some were buried in the church and some just where they fell
With no markers to declare their place of rest
But the poppies they do grow where they were never sown
And to my mind they do declare it best

And each year when the green corn once again turns into gold
And the poppies in the field again remind me
Like the scar upon my hand and the blood spilled on this land
And the hungry earth so eager to confine me

For read and gold they are the colours
One is blood and one is power
Though I may find my rest in Cropredy Church
In golden fields forever will spring the poppy flower

By Cropredy the Cherwell is still bidden to keep flowing
And the willows by its side still gently weep
But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream
The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep

And the dreams I have are red and gold
And the little stream becomes a flood
From all my brothers killing one another
Till waking I realise it's all my own dear blood

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8.

Portmeirion

Fairport Convention

5:08

9.

Medley: Lark In The Morning / Matty Groves / Rutland Reel / Sack The Juggler

Fairport Convention

16:02

10.

Meet On The Ledge

Fairport Convention