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In a time far away when we were children at play
when us girls wore ribbons in our hair
we would skip we would run playing out on the lawn
and when it rained we would play some more
go to the light go to the light let the demons fight
they don’t know what they’re doing sometimes
don’t despair don’t despair just let out your hair
in the light the light of the sun
those beautiful beautiful times
homemade butterscotch puddings and nursery rhymes
we would climb up a hill you could hear the birds sing
we wore shirts made by our mothers
we were strong we stood tall we never thought we would fall
as we rode on the shoulders of our fathers
those beautiful beautiful times
homemade butterscotch puddings and nursery rhymes
those beautiful beautiful times
a seesaw a swing set and a rocking horse with china-blue eyes
take me back please take me back to those beautiful times
those beautiful beautiful times
homemade butterscotch puddings and nursery rhymes
those beautiful beautiful times
a seesaw a swing set and a rocking horse with china blue eyes
a seesaw a swing set and a rocking horse with china blue eyes
take me back please take me back to those beautiful times
take me back please take me back to those beautiful times
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They say that she has given up on love
but that’s not exactly the case
she just prefers the company of trees
kicking up the leaves in the forest
kicking up the leaves watch them floating
‘round like birds
floating ‘round like words unspoken
one leaf for a teardrop
two leaves for the seed
three leaves for the bleeding
four leaves for the memories
five leaves for the mess he left
six leaves for the tree
seven leaves for a little baby who’s
looking down from the heavens
given up on love they say she’s
given up on love
but that’s not exactly the case
she just prefers the company of birds
flitting ‘round like leaves in the forest
flitting ‘round like leaves watch them
floating on the breeze
floating ‘round like words unspoken
one leaf for a teardrop
two leaves for the seed
three leaves for the bleeding
four leaves for the memories,
five leaves for the mess he left
six leaves for the tree
seven leaves for a little baby who’s
looking down from the heavens
sometimes we don’t get to choose who
enters inside our bodies and our minds
bearing fruit of someone else’s crime
in nine months’ time
one leaf for a teardrop
two leaves for the seed
three leaves for the bleeding
four leaves for the memories
five leaves for the mess he left
six leaves for the tree
seven leaves for a little baby
one leaf for a teardrop
two leaves for the seed
three leaves for the bleeding
four leaves for the memories
five leaves for the mess he left
six leaves for the tree
seven leaves for a little baby
kicking up the leaves yeheee
for a little baby
hey hey hey
one leaf for a teardrop
two leaves for the seed
three leaves for the bleeding
four leaves
for the memory
kicking up the leaves
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Since they took you away I cannot breathe right
something has seized up inside my chest
all your precious treasures all your cool grace
when I was a child I always thought you’d the sky
swaying in the breeze we were graced by your leaves
and in the autumn your leaves turned auburn and fell
around our feet
we’d play in your shade and sing songs of joy
and on sunny days we would discard our toys and climb
up and down your beautiful body
but you were cut down as if you were nothing
as if you had it coming but you’d done nothing wrong
beneath your cool shade sweet love was made
you watched me grow and I never stopped my dancing
now you are gone I cannot breathe right
something has seized up tight inside my chest
you gave birds a home cradled their nests in the
spring time I told you all my darkest secrets all my fanciful
wishes they flew away on a black crow's wings
now are you are gone how can I breathe right?
the air in this place doesn’t feel quite the same as
when we were graced by your leaves
well some say you can always plant another tree
but they don’t understand what you meant to me
yeh I know everything’s gotta die some day
still nothing’s been quite the same
since they took you away I cannot breathe right
the air in this place doesn’t feel quite the same as
when we were graced by your leaves
the air in this place doesn’t feel quite the same as
when we were graced by your leaves
since they took you away how can I breathe right?
the air in this place doesn’t feel quite the same as
when we were graced by your leaves
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Birds
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When I wake up in the morning
I feel alright if the sky is blue
coz I know that the sun is shining
I sit on my front porch
with the sun on my shoulders
and I watch all the birds fly by
and I feel so alive
I have left all my worries behind
this is the day the day that I’m saying
every little thing is gonna be alright
yeh oh
I can hear their soft presence in the trees
I know there are angels
watching over me
I can hear their soft presence in the trees
the birds in the trees
watch me fall to me knees
I hear them singing in the twilight
and then fly away
I wanna fly away
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Karri Trees in the Rain
03:22
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Because there’s nowhere left to turn and no one left to find
I go down to the karri grove to quench my burning mind
rosellas flashing through the leaves plumed in licks of flame
are sparks of hope that flicker out through karri trees in the rain
the branches hung with ribboned bark darkened by the wet
contours mark the growing trunk and I shall not forget
a bronzewing on a limb of bone how mournful his refrain
a lonely voice that cools my soul like karri trees in the rain
I glimpse the golden whistler the glinting magpie’s eye
the dew on hardenbergia the globes of earth and sky
the darkened sap is runnelling my fingers trace the stain
and I am streaked with living tears like karri trees in the rain
oh I am streaked with living tears like karri trees in the rain
I’m on my knees under karri trees their healing shade
a cathedral graced by leaves
I hear the sound of singing birds they soothe my pain
in this sacred space
karri trees in the rain
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Rhiannon Blues
04:57
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He was riding on his big black horse
in hot pursuit of the woman of his dreams
but the faster he rode the further away
this mysterious creature seemed
she was ambling just cruising along
on her trusty pale grey pony
he couldn’t understand how she could get away
so fast he was the best rider in all the land
oh Rhiannon why don’t you slow down for me?
I just don’t understand
how you do the things you do how long must I pursue you?
I just want to take your hand
he kept on riding striving ahead for little did he know
that Rhiannon was not of this world
she could transform herself into a flock of beautiful
black birds
yeh Rhiannon why won’t you slow down for me?
I cannot keep up with your elusive pace
please Rhiannon won’t you turn around for me
I just want to catch a little glimpse of your sweet gentle face
suddenly Rhiannon appeared and gazed into his soul
she said “I’m glad you finally asked me
you see my little pony doesn’t like being hunted.
the night is closing in,” she said, “come sit down beside me
beneath this willow tree.”
and she offered him her hand and he brushed it with his lips
and the rest is buried in legend
oh Rhiannon don’t you slow down for me
I just don’t understand
how you do the things you do, how long must I pursue you?
I just want to take your hand Rhiannon
Rhiannon (why don’t you slow down girl) Rhiannon
(I cannot keep up with you) Rhiannon, Rhiannon….
la da da da da da da da
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Re-Leaved
04:29
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Save it for the preacher don’t lean on me today
for I’m all out of forgiveness
I know nobody’s perfect least of all me
but I just think you’re really mean
so please don’t call me on the phone
telling me you’re all alone
you’ve never had trouble pulling chicks before
go cry your crocodile tears down in someone
else’s swimming pool
go chase another china doll down to be
your lawfully wedded fool
I’m so darned relieved to have you out of my hair
I was once a tangled mess but now this
freedom is going to my head
save it for the preacher don’t lean on me today
for I am looking out at the horizon
I am giddy with possibilities all those unfulfilled dreams
I am busy tonight washing my hair
and chasing moon beams
go cry your crocodile tears down in
someone else’s swimming pool
go chase another china doll down to be
your lawfully wedded fool
I’m so darned relieved to have you out of my hair
I was once a tangled mess but now this freedom
is going to my head yeh yeh yeh oooh
I’m so darned relieved to have you out of my hair
and I just cannot quite believe I nearly walked over the edge
oh I fell down on my knees but then I got back up again
I was once a tangled mess but now this
freedom is going to my head
I was once a tangled mess but now this
freedom is going to my head
what was once a tangled mess is now tresses
of golden freedom growing out of my head ooooh
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8. |
The Day My Heart Woke Up
02:52
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The day my heart woke up
I was looking up into a big old tree
the leaves tumbled down they never made a sound
gentle as the moonlight reflected on a big dark sea
the day my heart woke up
I was looking up into the night sky
when a meteorite crashed into a satellite
gentle as a feather floating on a silver stream
my heart woke up just when I thought the blood
was running ice cold through my veins
my heart woke up
miraculous discovery
recovering from all my pain
the day my heart woke up
I was thinking about the things you’ve done for me
a golden chalice for my tears
as you listened to my fears
you said that was perfectly understandable
just when I thought that I was going crazy
my heart woke up
just when I thought that I could never feel a thing again
my heart woke up
never underestimate the power of a dear old friend
never underestimate the power of a dear old friend
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Evelina's Dream
03:46
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There’s a girl her name is Evelina
she has this power she can be things
in her dreams she dream
she dreamt she was diving down deep
with all the whales
she dreamt she was a pearl inside a shell
she dreamt that she was
dancing on a storm cloud
yeh she dream
she dreamt she was weaving a
web of fine gold thread
spied her reflection in a drop of moonlit dew
she danced about with fireflies
perched upon the highest bough
she dreamed she was a wise old owl
singing out into the night take to flight
never have to come back down
Evelina’s dream Evelina’a dream
the rain was falling outside
the moon was smiling through the trees
she slept beside her firelight
and she dream she dream
Evelina’s dream
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Ancient Paths
06:54
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A winding trail where coffin bearers walked
leading to an old church made of stone
we walk through leafy tunnels
we seek the hollow-way
we go where dusky shadows
enshroud the light of day
the coffin trail will beckon
no map will ever show
the deep lanes where we stray
we climb up to a burial
mound amid the sward
inside it lie the bones of
an ancient dreaming lord
his earthly wealth beside him
he’s curled up beside his sword
beneath these rolling plains
we walk the ancient paths
of ancient toil of ancient wars
we walk the ancient soil
on ancient chalk we walk
we walk to where an ocean
once was twenty fathoms deep
and filled the land with fossils
where weathered sarsens sleep
every stone a wonder
there’s no way we can know
the secrets that they keep
we walk the ancient paths
of ancient toil of ancient wars
we walk the ancient soil
on ancient chalk we walk
we walk along the lynchets
ruts left by the plough
we lie down in the dapples
beneath the spreading bough
we see the Vale before us
these things have never changed
from stone age until now
up at Wayland’s Smithy
all of us will meet
the living and departed
will dance amid the sleet
sloe-gin elderberry
we’ll toast the morning snow
above these rolling plains
we walk the ancient paths
of ancient toil of ancient wars
we walk the ancient soil
on ancient chalk we walk
we walk the ancient paths
of ancient toil of ancient wars
we walk on ancient soil
on ancient chalk we walk
once there was a woman who
would weave a wicker basket
fill it with herbs and berries
they beat her and they whipped her
burned her house down to the ground
but now her ghost is dancing
everywhere we walk hey hey heeee!
and we are always walking
our way will never end
there’ll always be a barrow
around another bend
until we fly away upon
the back of a White Horse
above those rolling plains
hey hey heeeee!
we walk the ancient paths
of ancient toil of ancient wars
we walk the ancient soil
on ancient chalk we walk
we walk the ancient paths
of ancient toil of ancient wars
we walk the ancient soil
on ancient chalk we walk
we walk on ancient paths
of ancient toil of ancient wars
we walk on ancient soil
on ancient chalk
above these rolling plains
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My Wicker Burial
04:36
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Lay my body softly down in a casket made of wicker
a wicker casket of flax and reeds woven by a weaver
there’s no need for a service in a church
just a few words where you can hear the birds
please bury me beneath the canopy
cover me with autumn leaves
where the worms can turn my body into food for a big old tree
if I get to be a little old lady
stooped over and creaking at the knees
some may say I’m just crazy to have such wishes as these
that’s why I’m singing to you now or to whoever’s still around
please place my body softly down in wicker
lay my body softly down in the light of a waning moon
a moon that lets her hair hang down
and could you play some of my simple little tunes
please bury me beneath the canopy
cover me in golden leaves
that’ll be my eternal resting place
could somebody do that for me
with revelry and chivalry
I want to be part of something that gives so much
grace shade air life
a place for a nest to rest
hollows for honey bees birds and berries
do you remember those beautiful times?
we tied a swing to a sturdy bough
and swang out over a river
singing old nursery rhymes
I don’t want to be buried in a coffin
of varnish nails and lacquer
please place my body softly in a casket made of wicker
woven by a weaver of gentle flax and reeds reeds
and if I get to do a little haunting
some may think it’s just an autumn breeze
but some may see the spirit of a woman
swirling and twirling and kicking up all the leaves
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Simone Keane Perth, Australia
Award winning singer songwriter based on the south coast of WA. Influenced by Celtic and British folk roots with shades of country blues folk Americana. Timeless, classic mystique. Original sound. Dual WAM Song of the Year winner after five nominations. ... more
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