ANGRY (T&M: G.Clee/B.Marsh)
I don‘t care what you think of me
you may disagree, makes no difference to me
I‘m angry
Smooth as silk and my eyes were like saucers
of milk to the cat in your RAF quarters
I‘m sparkling seven and silly and pink
but you laughed at my dress when we danced in the mess
and it starts at my feet
here comes the heat
and it beats and it beats and it beats...
and I‘m angry
Ripe as a garden without any adam
forbidden by nuns, or I would have had him
I‘m coltish and gambling, ready to win
but those nuns had their rites for locking me in
and it starts at my feet...
If you‘re surprised, don‘t look at me
look out the door, straight to the trees
I hope when I‘m eighty I‘ll still be angry
a fire that kicks up the sparks
and my family will tremble in corners as I‘m storming through
and I hope that my daughter will be angry too
and it starts at my feet...
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BLACK IS THE COLOUR (T&M: trad., arr. G.Walther)
Black is the colour of my true love‘s hair
his lips are like some roses fair
he‘s got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon he stands
I love my love and well he knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
and I hope the day will surely come
when he and I will be as one
I‘ll go to the river and I mourn and weep
for with my love I never can be
I‘ll write him a letter, just a few short lines
and suffer death a thousand times
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BY THE TIME IT GETS DARK (T&M: Sandy Denny)
Baby, every cloud has a silver lining
Baby every dog really has his day
And it matters to me to see you smiling
Why don't we blow all your cares away ?
Yesterday is gone and will be forgotten
And today is where every new day starts
Got to be free as the leaves in Autumn
You may be sad but it never lasts.
And maybe, by the evening we'll be laughing
Just wait and see
All the changes there'll be
By the time it gets dark.
We could go walking out in the sunshine
Look at all the people out in the street
Hurrying away to a business luncheon
Waiting for a taxi for aching feet.
Light up your face, baby, let's get going
Want to see a change in those weary eyes
We'll have some fun, take a boat out rowing
Why on earth should life be so serious?
And maybe, by the evening we'll be laughing
Just wait and see
All the changes there'll be
By the time it gets dark.
(Copyright © 1976 Jardiniere Music)
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CALEDONIA (T&M: Dougie MacLean)
I don't know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid
That I might drift away
So I've been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I came from
And that's the reason why I seem
So far away today
Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me
Now I'm going home
If I should become a stranger
You know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything
I've ever had
Now I have moved and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
I have kissed the fellows (!) and left them sighing (orig. „the girls“)
Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying
I have traveled hard with conscious flying
Somewhere in the wind
Now I'm sitting here before the fire
The empty room, the forest choir
The flames that could not get any higher
They've withered now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking my way is clear
And I know what I will do tomorrow
When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow
Then I will disappear
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CLOSER TO FINE (T&M: Emily Saliers)
I‘m trying to tell you something of my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
And the best thing you‘ve ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously, it‘s only life after all
Now darkness has a hunger that‘s insatiable
And lightness has a call that‘s hard to hear
And I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it, I‘m crawling on your shore
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There‘s more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind, got my paper
And I was free
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
There‘s more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
I stopped by the bar at 3 a.m.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I‘d been before, when I went in seeking clarity
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain
We went to the doctor, we went to the mountains
We looked to the children, we drank from the fountains
We go to the bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival and we stand up for the lookout
The less I seek my source for some definitive
The closer I am to fine
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EXILE (T&M: Steve Knightley)
I felt a shadow passing over me
It could stay for ever more
Like a wave I’m breaking far at sea
There’s no-one to hear the roar
The days are drifting into seasons
They’re the hardest I have known
A million spaces in the earth to fill
But no going home
There’s no going home
I can dream before the break of day
That I’m back with you again
Then the morning blows it all away
And leaves an echo of your name
Still a thousand miles lie between us
Where we’re waking up alone
And what if I could cross a hundred borders
There’s no going home
There’s no going home
When it thunders from the empty skies I shall be there
No one to hold you when the storm birds fly
Is there no one left to care
I search the rumours with my hollow plans
When all I want is what’s mine
Lost and lonely in a foreign land
I’m left too far behind the lines
I want to hear down the walls between us
I can’t do it on my own
A million spaces in the earth to fill
And there’s a generation waiting still
We’ve got year after year to kill
But no going home
But no going home
There’s no going home
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READY FOR THE STORM (T&M: Dougie MacLean)
The waves crash in as the tide pults out
It‘s an angry sea but there‘s no doubt
That the lighthouse will be shining out
To warn the lonely sailor
Lightning strikes as the wind cuts cold
Through the sailor‘s bones to the sailor‘s soul
Till there‘s nothing left that he could hold
Except the roaring ocean
But I am ready for the storm...
Give me mercy for my dreams
Cause every confrontation seems
To show me what it really means
To be this lonely sailor
But when the skies begin to clear
And the sunlight melts away my fear
I cry a silent weary tear
At those who need to love me
For I am ready for the storm...
Distance it is no real friend
And time will take it‘s time
And you will find that in the end
It brings you near the lonely sailor
But when you take me by your side
You love me warm, you love me
And I should have realized
I had no reason to be frightened
For I am ready for the storm...
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RED IS THE ROSE (Text:trad./G.Walther, Musik: G.Walther)
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley;
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.
Come over the hills, my bonny Irish lad
Comer over the hills to your darling;
You choose the rose, love, and I'll make the vow
And I'll be your true love forever.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley;
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.
'Twas down by Killarney's green woods that we strayed
And the moon and the stars they were shining;
The moon shone its rays on his locks of golden hair
And he swore he'd be my love forever.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley;
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.
It's not for the parting that my father pains
It's not for the grief of my mother,
"Tis all for the loss of my bonny Irish lad
That my heart is breaking forever.
Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows,
And fair is the lily of the valley;
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne
But my love is fairer than any.
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SHINING CLEAR (Text: Robert Louis Stevenson, Musik:Alan Reid)
A mile and a little, a mile or two
across the water, beyond the law,
Donald and David and Charlie and all
and the moon was shining clearly
One went home with the other and then
the other went home with the other two men
both would return him the service again
and the moon was shining clearly
Out the barn, o'er the hill, through the dark, and there's the still
A cup in your hand and drink your fill
and the moon was shining (clear)
Clocks were chappin in the house and hall
eleven, twelve, one and all
the good man's face was turned to the wall
and the moon...
A wind came up from across the sea
it blew the stars as clear as could be
it blew in the evening on all them three
and the moon...
Out the barn, o'er the hill, through the dark, and there's the still
A cup in your hand and drink your fill
and the moon was shining (clear)
David was first to get sleep in his head
the best of friends have to part, he said
I'm weary and all I'm away to my bed
and the moon was shining clearly
Two of them walking and cracking their lane
the morning light came in grey and plain
the birds they were yammering on stick and stane
and the moon...
Out the barn, o'er the hill, through the dark, and there's the still
A cup in your hand and drink your fill
and the moon was shining (clear)
Years away, years away,
my lads, you'd wish that they would stay
lads, you'll mind on the bield of the law
and the moon..
Out the barn, o'er the hill, through the dark, and there's the still
A cup in your hand and drink your fill
and the moon was shining (clear)
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SUSANNA MARTIN
Susanna Martin was a witch who lived in Amnesbury
with brilliant eye and salty tongue she worked her sorcery
And when into the judge's court the sherriffs brought her hither
The lilacs drooped as she passed by and then were seen to wither
A witch she was though trig and neat her comely head held high
It did not seem that one as she with Satan so could vie
And when in court the afflicted ones proclaimed her evil ways
She loudly laughed and met cotton mather's eyes
Who hath bewitched these maids he asked and strong was her reply
If they be dealing in black art you know as well a I
And when the stricken ones made moan as she approached near
They saw her shape upon the beam, so none could doubt that t'was there
The neighbours round swore to the truth of her satanic power
That she could fly o'er land and stream and come dry-shod through shower
At night it seemed that she appeared a cat of fearsome mean
Avoid, she-devil, they had cried to keep their spirits clean
The spectral evidence was weighed and stern the parson spoke
Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live, t‘is written in the book
Susanna Martin, so accused, spake with flaming eyes
I scorn these things for they are not but filthy gossip's lies
Now those bewitched they cried her out and loud their voice did ring
They saw a bird above her head, an evil yellow thing
And so beneath the summer sky Susanna Martin died
But still in scorn she faced the rope - her comely head held high
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THE LOVER´S GHOST (Text:trad./G.Walther, Musik:Gudrun Walther)
It's of an old and wealthy man
He had a daughter and her name was Ann
She were handsome, fine and tall
She had a loving face withal
Sing lady, lady, lady fair
Many a suitor had she there
A widow's son of low degree
Among them all, she fancied he
Sing courting, courting, courting cane
There's many a courtship all in vain
For when her father came to know
He sent her far, oh far from home
One night as she were lying down
The quiet loosening of her gown
She heard a low and deathly sound
Says, "Loose my bounds, I'm earthly bound"
She looked out of her window clear
She seen her love on her father's mare
"Here's your mother's cloak, here's your father's roan
They sent me here, love, to bring you home"
He's mounted up, she's on behind
And they rode on with contented mind
But all along, complaint he made
"Oh love, oh love, my head do ache"
Her handkerchief from her neck around
She bound it round his head around
He set her down at her father's door
Then her true love she saw no more
"Awake, awake, awake," said she
"Is no one here for to welcome me?"
"You're welcome home, dear child," said he
"But what trusty friend did come for thee?"
"Did you not send one I do adore
That love so dear and must love no more?"
Her father frowned and shook his head
Says, "Your true love been one year dead"
He's summonsed clerk and clergy, too
That grave was opened and him to view
And though he had been a twelvemonth dead
Her handkerchief was round his head
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THE CRUEL SISTER (T&M: trad.)
There lived a lady by the North Sea shore
Lay the bent to the bonny broom
Two daughters were the babes she bore
Falala lala lala lalala
As one grew bright as is the sun
Lay...
So coal black grew the other one
Falala...
A knight came riding to the lady‘s door
He travelled far to be their woer
He courted one with gloves and rings
But loved the other above all things
„O sister sister, will you go with me
To watch the ships that sail the sea“
She took her sister by the hand
And led her down to the North Sea strand
And as they stood by that windy shore
The dark girl threw her sister o‘er
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam
Crying „sister reach to me your hand“
„O sister sister, let me live
And all that‘s mine I‘ll freely give“
„Your own truelove I‘ll have and more
But you shall never come ashore“
And there she floated like a swan
The salt sea bore her body on
Three minstrels riding by the strand
They saw the maiden float to land
They made a harp out of her breast bone
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone
They took three locks of her golden hair
And with them sang the harp so rare
They went into her father‘s hall
To play the harp before them all
But as they laid it on a stone
The harp began to play alone
The first string sang a doleful sound
The bride her younger sister drowned
The second string as that they tried
In terror sits the black-haired bride
The third string sang beneath their bow
And surely now her tears will flow
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