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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
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Lapis Wings 06:06
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
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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...
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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?
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Root People 04:57
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!
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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...
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Sussex Downs 05:26
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
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Dreamers 06:28
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

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released December 3, 2007

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