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released 03 December 2007

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Track Name: September Song
Once in a lifetime sang the empty wind
September is the swansong, farewell to morning dew
He was the last one, never no more shall all the birds sing at her front door

I'll sing this one for Harry, who treads upon the moors
September comes to everyone; you are not alone
He was the last one, never no more shall all the birds sing at her front door

Choose what you want to, try what you will
Cold winds will harm you; don't touch the morning dew

Cruel is the winter closing all around
Far away is spring song without good company
Look into a crystal ball, see the passing years
Standing in the autumn rain won't hide the falling tears
He was the last one, never no more shall all the birds sing at her front door
Track Name: Lapis Wings
Behold the minstrel, writing songs under yew trees
In the shadow of the silver birch
Was it a gift or a curse that she carried?
For it hardly ever filled the purse

But she tarried on, for the journey beckoned
Like a hand, waving in the mist
And so she sang and wrote for her living
Riding her horse through all the villages

A wandering minstrel, there for their pleasure
A dreamer. who dared to howl at the moon,
A jester, who knew to play the fool well,
While courtiers mingled in the sun-filled rooms

She took her bow in the galleries and gardens
Used her best shot and her arrow straight
To hear applause was the minstrel's pleasure
The winding road seemed to be her fate

She told them tales; she'd make them smile and titter
Sang with heart and she wooed them well
And the wine did flow and their voices chattered
Her blonde guitar was strung with amber shells

Sometimes it seemed that her life was absurd
With just the trivial she held in her hand
But what is gold and what are riches?
When she had freedom and the rolling land

Where was the house standing by the river?
And the fair one to mind the sheep
Where was the dream that seemed to elude her?
She often wondered as she fell to sleep

To have, to have not is a measure of the mind
To win, to lose twists like columbine
Circle of life will turn to meet you somewhere
With what you've lost at the most perfect time

Yes, what is gold and what are riches?
Can you point them assuredly?
Could they be the voice in motion?
And the pen that writes the words so carefully?

So, like a bird, she will soar with the music
As she sings to the courts and the kings
And the words will land as certain magic
Just as a dragonfly with lapis wings
Track Name: Circle Round The Sun
Gifts of gold are hard to come by, to decorate and make you happy
Gifts of gold are souvenirs to tease, to tempt the spirit in you

There was man came to our land who said: “Love me and be free
All that you need, all that I am is me, you must believe...

And when you love, you really love; you don't need no things like finery
And when you die, you die, you die; you only take what God has given you"

What kind of man is this, who sends a circle round the sun?
What kind ot love is this that goes on and on and on and on?

"Can’t you see that I am love and love is God and God is good?
Take my words, I'll pray for you; you just take my hand, I'll wait tor you

And when you love, you really love; you don't need no things like finery
And when you die, you die, you die; you only take what God has given you"

What kind of man is this, who sends a circle round the sun?
What kind of love is this that goes on and on and on and on?

Round the sun, round the sun...
Track Name: Saints On Tapestry
Stepped into a church today just to see a friend get married
Oh and I gazed at the saints on tapestry
But the place did not seem holy - no

I sat in a square today and a young man about my age
Well he asked me for a shilling or two
He was hungry - he needed a meal

Build me a fire, build me a wall
And I ask you: who in the world, the world, will save me?

Those coloured jewels and rosaries
And pretty saints on tapestry
All the gentle harmonies, now, they will not help me

Oh and I might just have begun to sway
To the words that the man of God did say
But then he talked about collections and not to throw
Confetti on his gardens - no

Build me a fire, build me a wall
And I ask you: who in the world, the world, will save me?

Well now I might just have begun to sway
To the words that the man of God did say
But then he talked about collections and not to throw
Confetti on his gardens - no

Build me a fire, build me a wall
And I ask you: who in the world, the world, will save me?
Track Name: Root People
Root People live in the ground
Rool People have wavy arms
Root People grow flowers ond leaves
Root People have knobbly knees
Root People yeah!

Root People, um wacko um, live in the ground, tum te tum
Root People, um wacko um, have wavy arms, tum te tum
Root People, um wacko um, grow flowers and leaves, tum te tum
Root People, um wacko um, have knobbly knees, tum te tum
Root People yeah!
Track Name: Kicking Up The Sands Of Time
We were skimming the skies with our thoughts that flew high
Dare-devil divers, Houdini subscribers
Not yet bruised by collisions of pride, not yet lost on the stairway of life
Curiously naive, call it my springtime

And peering through the view of iguana eyes
There was still leeway to bide my time - till
I hit the nets of the vines and the twines in the jungle of twisted greenery
Call it the summertime for me - oh

Hook, line and sinker, not able to move, I'd call that my late summer blues
Dragging behind you with heavy shoes
Trying to retrieve some sense for my soul
Knowing full well you had swallowed it whole

Standing in the rain, trying to keep the storm from flooding out my yard
Seems so peculiar as I fight it alone
With no one now to help me beat back the harm
But looking back in some hindsight, I never really did pay it much mind
No, not at the right time

So now I'm kicking up the sands of time with my mind
Kicking up the sands of time
Sifting through the layers of life that I knew
Wondering what's yours and what's not mine
I‘m wondering what's yours and what's not mine?

And my guitar sometimes strums the night, oh, with diamonds and spikes
I'm tamed by the seasons of time, yet
I still keep that crazy somewhere inside
Call it the autumn of my life

I'm standing in the rain trying to keep the storm...
So now I'm kicking up the sands of time...
Track Name: Sussex Downs
Wood smoke is gently rising, as I wander home from work
The old, grey mare is weary, dusty coat, shoes filled with dirt
Weighed down with ample pickings of golden apples from Sadie's field
Now we walk by Primrose Lane with slowness in our heels

I've lived here and I've lived there; I must admit, I've liked to roam
Oh but there's nothing like the smell of wood smoke
As we walk the Sussex Downs

I see the robin on Martha's wall that I liken to this life of mine
Bright colors and a tuneful song as it hangs from the columbine

Well I've lived here and I've lived there; I must admit, I've liked to roam
Oh but there's nothing like the smell of wood smoke
As we walk the Sussex Downs

I have seen the seasons turning, I have felt the pull of distant lands
But the sweetness of this life here, it calls my heart to leave those travelling days behind

And old Joe Crow, who never leaves my lawn
Except to feast on the ripened corn
Yes, old Joe Crow, who never leaves my lawn
Except to sleep in the broken barn

Well I've lived here and I've lived there; I must admit, I've liked to roam
But there's nothing like the smell of wood smoke
As we walk the Sussex Downs
No there's nothing like the smell of wood smoke
As we walk the Sussex Downs
Track Name: Dreamers
Come all ye dreamers, wherever you may be
Bring out your visions and sit beside of me
I've been sat here in this lonely loft, where dreamers often do
In silence with my pen, in thoughts and dreams anew

Come all ye dreamers, in towns and in fields
Put down your bags and rakes and bring your faith and hope
For sharing is a common thing, whether complaint, tale or boast
But sharing one-another's dreams can bring the greatest moments

I live in a whitewashed house, built in 1822
The fishermen who lived here then, their wives and children, who
Had shutters worn and wooden, that still hang here with me now
I have imagined how they might have lived in 1822
And I wonder what their dreams were then and if some of them came true?

So come all ye dreamers, bring your sunshine and your rain
We can sip golden honey-mead and sing a few refrains
I know those times when work and toil deplete the mind to fly
Into spheres of embracing the mysteries of life
Into spheres of imagining our castles in the sky