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Dawn Song
05:17
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Oh the night she is blue as the candles that you
Hide behind your eyes, peacefully sleeping,
And the candles that died hours ago at the bedside
Were likewise too brief for my keeping
But the moon is alive, and the stars she has cried
Light your face with the trails of her weeping.
Not for all the gold and riches in the world, my love
Would I leave you ere the rising of the morning sun
For the dawn will hurry in to carry me away
But it's in your arms another hour I fain would lay.
For grim is the road, and uncaring the load
I will bear when the sun takes me riding
Many miles and more, too far from your door
Where the warmth of your love is abiding
And if heaven were mine, I would drive away time
To stay here and hold you beside me.
Not for all the gold and riches I have ever known
Would I leave you if the choice were mine to stay or go
And the dawn would never come at all, had I my way,
For it's in the shelter of your arms I fain would stay.
But the first leaves of light chase the shadows of night
From your face as the morning comes calling
And you wake with a kiss and a whisper
That carries me on whither I must be going
But I swear by my soul I could never be whole
Without you to await my returning.
And some other night will bring me swiftly to your arms again
Will there ever be a night that brings me home and has no end?
When the sun will rise and find us sleeping through the early light,
And no dawn that ever comes again will take me from your side?
The night she is blue as the candles that you
Hide behind your eyes, peacefully sleeping,
But the moon is alive, and the stars in the sky
Light your face with the look of my dreaming.
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The Lady of Song (2017)
04:41
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I got up this morning, drunk with the dawn,
And worn as the floor I was lying upon
Been in this town for I don't know how long
Courting my fate with the lady of song
Once I was starving and sang for my bread
I have gone hungry a few times since then.
Yesterday's gone, and tomorrow's unseen
And home is someplace on the road in between
Home again, home again, far from this place,
With no past to escape and no phantoms to chase,
Home again, home again, that's where I'll be
Somewhere the lady of song can find me.
Fortune would follow, or so I was told,
Here where they pay you your sorrows in gold
And you sleep by a fire, but you wake in the cold,
And the sound of your voice in your head grows so old
You can sing for your supper with princes and kings,
And they wrap you in satins and velvets and rings,
And they'll give you a place to put all of your things
And a ransom in diamonds to weigh down your wings
And those pretty young lads, they will lean in your ear
And they'll sing to you sweetly when no one is near
But whenever the morning comes, finding them gone,
I will turn to the arms of my lady of song
For she sighs to the strings of my harp when I weep
And she cradles me close on the stones where I sleep
She carries the secrets too heavy to keep
And she'll meet me out there on the road in between
Home again, home again, that's where I'll go
To a hearth made of stars and a floor made of snow
Home again, home again, where I belong
Where nobody lives but the lady of song.
Home again, home again, where I belong
Walking the road with the lady of song.
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As I awaken in the morning
There is a magic in the air
I know the voices of my people
Humming gently everywhere
And there is laughter from the hallway
Friendly faces come alive
As if we'd gathered in this place for always
Although we've only just arrived.
Now put on all your pretty ribbons, dear
And ring the bells and all draw near
So we may make our music bright
And paint the sky with sound and light
And sing in our imperfect harmony.
In the clasp of our reunion
Within the circle of our song
We are joined in absolution
We have found where we belong.
And so our memories will bind us
Though we may scatter with the wind
Home and family will find us
If we keep them close within.
So pack up all your pretty ribbons, dear
We'll bring them out again next year
And if we keep our music bright,
The time will fly until the night
We sing in our imperfect harmony.
We are waiting for the moment
We are holding to our someday dreams
When love will spill beyond the broken borders
And fill the spaces in between
When all our fretting and rehearsal
Set the stage for something new
Something more when we're together
Something wonderful and true.
Bring out all your pretty ribbons, dear
And ring the bells and all draw near
So we may make our music bright
And paint the sky with sound and light
And sing in our imperfect harmony
Put on all your pretty ribbons, dear
And ring the bells and all draw near
So we may make our music bright
And paint the sky with sound and light
And sing in our imperfect harmony
In harmony.
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4. |
Beside the Sea
04:33
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My love he lived in a land so fair, the star of three blue seas
And here I dwelt in a land so far that kept my love from me.
And the waves rolled on
With a mournful song
And I cast three stones into the sea
To bring my love back to me.
And when the waves gave no reply, I spun a golden thread
And wove a net of golden knots from the hair upon my head.
And the waves rolled on
With a mournful song
And I cast my net into the sea
To bring my love back to me.
And as I stood beside the stones, so battered by the wind,
I swore that if I lost my love, I'd never sing again.
And the waves rolled on
With a mournful song
And I cast my voice into the sea
To call my love back to me.
When all my treasures I had spent, I sat and wept to see
That nothing I could sacrifice would bring my love to me.
And the waves rolled on
With a mournful song
And I cast my heart into the sea--
What use was it now to me?
And then I watched the tide retreat, and bid my love goodbye
And sat beside the rocky shore 'til all my tears had dried.
And the waves rolled on
With a quiet song
And I stood and smiled beside the sea
My heart returned, whole and free.
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