1. |
Rise and Fall
02:00
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First we rise and then we fall
Fall if light or heavy
In the ground our roots run deep
We grow when we are ready
Oh I’ll leave too soon I know
Before the harvest’s over
And what I leave I hope will grow
Like wild roses and clover
Oh the sky is growing dim
And my days grow darker
Winter’s promise on my skin
The skyline quiet, starker
Oh I’ll leave too soon I know
Before the harvest’s over
And what I leave I hope will grow
Like wild roses and clover
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2. |
Nettles
02:51
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NETTLES
The sun, has settled down
To bed, the day
Knee deep, in nettles now
I’m wild away
It’s true, I followed them
Who moved, like birds
Sharp claws, and feathered down
Caught in, the furze
They turned, the mossy stones
Danced through, the streams
They spoke, with silver tongues
And moved, through dreams
They took, me by the hand
I’m not, there yet
And even if I was
I’d soon, forget
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3. |
Willows
04:57
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4. |
Red Robin
02:59
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Red Robin
Oh, sweet, red robin, red robin, red robin,
Oh where do you go in the spring
And where do you sleep in the winter
What sorrowful songs do you sing
Oh I tore my skirt on the briars
And I made my bed in the ditch
And I bathed in the bog waters
And I found the house of the witch, the witch
And I found the house of the witch
And when I was young I was wicked
And when I was old I was wise
A rose grows so red in the thicket
A medicine weed in the wild, the wild
A medicine weed in the wild
And when the moon glows in the grasses
The birds all asleep in their trees
The hawthorn is ringed round with dances
And music lilts out on the breeze, the breeze
And music lilts out on the breeze
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5. |
Jack Wither
07:20
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Old Jack Wither
Old Jack Wither
Buried new years day
Taken by a fever
Taken all away
Old jack wither
Loved nobody but his wife
At twenty was 6 feet under
Too good for this life
He sang oh Lily Lily
I miss your morning eyes
And I will love you only
Till the day I die
Old Jack kept his promise
Never raised an eye from the land
Simple sure and honest
Always wore his wedding band
His skin was weather beaten
Lines deep as scars
Sorrows teeth were eating
At Jacks old withered heart
He sang oh Lily Lily
I miss your morning eyes
And I will love you only
Till the day I die
When Old Jack was dying
He lay in the arms of a ghost
Passed and passing lying
It was love that mattered most
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6. |
Dog Among The Fairies
04:40
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Dog Among the Fairies
When the wind is high above the thorn trees
And the stars are rising from their sleep
I will go, a dog among the fairies
I will dance, and then for love I’ll weep
For love I’ll weep
For love I’ll weep
For love I’ll weep
He has gone to cross the lake of sorrows
In a boat he made from all he lost
Where the white moths spin there, he will follow
On his hands, his fate is marked, lines crossed
For love I’ll weep
For love I’ll weep
For love I’ll weep
There is nothing I could do to save him
Though I’ve tamed the starling and the crow
Still the fates will stir the dismal waters
And the lake will take what she is owed
For love I’ll weep
For love I’ll weep
For love I’ll weep
Though the night is cruel and I am weary
I will lie upon the forest floor
I will sing before the songbirds early
Of my love who’ll never wash ashore
For love I’ll weep
For love I’ll weep
For love I’ll weep
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7. |
Sunday
02:03
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SUNDAY
Sunday it was a Sunday
And I went a walking down the moor
Followed a brown hare
He’d never been there
Where I’d never been before
The things that I saw
I never saw before
And I hope I never see again
The things that I saw
I never saw before
And I hope I never see again
Sunday, it was a Sunday
And I went a walking through the mist
Followed a robin
She sang a sorry song
I’ve never heard before or since
The things that I heard
I never heard before
And I hope I never hear again
The things that I heard
I never heard before
And I hope I never hear again
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8. |
Old Road
02:53
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OLD ROAD
Oh I am weary
Won’t you dig my grave for me
I don’t got no bones in me
For the digging is too hard
Chorus:
And I will go go go
Down that road, down that road
Where so many weary souls
Found that old sweet ground
And the crow flies for me
With my soul in his crow beak
He will carry me safely
To the other world
And the sweat runs like rivers
From the brows of the diggers
As they sing for the sinners
Sing that old work song
I don’t need no coffin
Let the dark earth soften
Let my body be rotten
And food for the worms
Don’t mark my passing
With an old stone lasting
Let the sweet birds to sing
Let the grass grow long
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9. |
Black Horses
03:44
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Black Horses
I've seen Black Horses outside my doorway
I've seen bright spirits, ride on the air
I've see my true love, out in the Garden
I've seen my true love a standing there
And when I see her, a tear falls from me
To think she loved me, my heart’s delight
(when all things die)
I cannot hold her, or follow after
So fierce her beauty, so strange and bright
Oh Lord have mercy for how I loved her
Oh then take pity, my mortal soul
I’d move the earth for to keep her by me
Her name is carved on my heart in gold
And when the spirit has left my body
And when they’ve laid me in that cold ground
There is no maker can shake love from me
My soul will wander until she’s found
I’ve seen Black Horses outside my doorway
I've seen bright spirits, ride on the air
I've see my true love, out in the Garden
I've seen my true love a standing there
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10. |
Out In The Garden
10:42
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Out in the Garden
Oh love, when you are older
Will you remember me
A blackthorn and a boulder
A red rose in the weeds
Out in the garden, when we are old
I’ll plant a blackthorn you’ll plant a rose
Out in the garden, when we are old
I’ll plant a blackthorn you’ll plant a rose
We loved, when we were younger
We lived brazen and bold
Our spirits bright as thunder
We carried marigold
Out in the garden, where the birds sing
A flower’s a promise, a nettle’s a sting
Out in the garden, where the birds sing
A flower’s a promise, a nettle’s a sting
A strange turn in the weather
A cold turn of the heart
We once lay in the heather
And now in love-me-nots
Out in the garden, I’ll dig a grave
Bury my body, bury the pain
Out in the garden, I’ll dig a grave
Bury my body, bury the pain
One night you will dream of me
I’ll stand, naked and strange
To ask you if you loved me
A dog rose in the rain
Out in the garden, when we are old
You’ll plant a blackthorn I’ll plant a rose
Out in the garden, when we are old
You’ll plant a blackthorn I’ll plant a rose
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