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<blockquote data-quote="Floyd" data-source="post: 452" data-attributes="member: 1"><p><strong>Songs From The Wood</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Let me bring you songs from the wood:</p><p>To make you feel much better than you</p><p>could know -</p><p>ust you down from tip to toe -</p><p>Show you how the garden grows -</p><p>Hold you steady as you go -</p><p>Join the chorus if you can:</p><p>It'll make of you an honest man.</p><p></p><p>Let me bring you love from the field:</p><p>Poppies red and roses filled with</p><p>summer rain</p><p>To heal the wound and still the pain</p><p>That threatens again and again</p><p>As you drag down every lovers' lane.</p><p>Life's long celebration's here.</p><p>I'll toast you all in penny cheer.</p><p></p><p>Let me bring you all things refined:</p><p>Galliards and I te songs served in chill-</p><p>ing ale.</p><p>Greeting well-met fellow, hail!</p><p>I am the wind to fill your sail.</p><p>I am the cross to take your nail:</p><p>A singer of these ageless times -</p><p>With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.</p><p><strong>Jack-In-The-Green</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Have you ever seen Jack-In-The-Green?</p><p>- With his long tail hanging down.</p><p>He quitely sits under every tree</p><p>In the folds of his velvet gown.</p><p>He drinks from every empty acorn cup</p><p>The dew that down sweetly bestows.</p><p>And taps his cane upon the ground -</p><p>Signals the snow-drops, it's time to grow.</p><p></p><p>It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green.</p><p>No place to dance, no time for song.</p><p>He wears the colours of the summer soldier,</p><p>Carries the green flag all winter long.</p><p></p><p>Jack, do you never sleep - does the green still</p><p>run deep in your heart?</p><p>Or will these changing times, motorways, power-</p><p>lines keep us apart?</p><p>Well, I don't think so.</p><p>I saw some grass growing through the pavements</p><p>today.</p><p></p><p>The Roman, the Oak and the Holly tree</p><p>Are charges left r him to groom.</p><p>Each blade of grass whispers, "Jack-In-The-Green".</p><p>"Oh Jack, please help me through my winter's night."</p><p>And - "We are the berries on the Holly tree:</p><p>Oh, the Mistle Thrush is comming, Jack, put out the</p><p>light!"</p><p><strong>Cup Of Wonder</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>May I make my fond excuses for the late-ness of the hour;</p><p>But we accept your invitation, and would bring you</p><p>Beltane's flower.</p><p>For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old</p><p>straight track.</p><p>And those who ancient lines did ley will heed this song</p><p>that calls them back.</p><p></p><p>Chorus: Pass the wood and pass the lady.</p><p>Pass the plane to all who hunger.</p><p>Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass</p><p>the Cup of Crimson Wonder.</p><p></p><p>Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the cup that</p><p>fills with red.</p><p>Ask the old grey standing stones who show the sun his</p><p>way to bad.</p><p>Question all as to their ways, and learn the secrets that</p><p>they hold.</p><p>Walk the lines of Nature's palm, crosses with silver and</p><p>with gold.</p><p></p><p>Chorus.</p><p></p><p>Join in black December's sadness, lie in August's</p><p>welcome corn.</p><p>Stir the cup that's ever filling with the blood of all</p><p>that's born.</p><p>But the May Day is the great day, sung along the old</p><p>straight track.</p><p>And those who ancient lines did ley will heed this song</p><p>that calls them back.</p><p></p><p>Chorus.</p><p><strong>Hunting Girl</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>One day I walked the road and crosses a field to go</p><p>by where the hounds ran hard</p><p>And on the master raced behind, the hunters chased</p><p>to where the pass was barred.</p><p>One fine young lady's refused the tence to clear</p><p>I un-locked the gatebut she did wait until the pack had</p><p>disappeared.</p><p></p><p>Crop-handle carved in bone, sat high upon a throne of finest</p><p>Engleesh leather</p><p>The Queen of all the Pack: this joker raised his hat and</p><p>talked about the weather.</p><p>All should be warned about this high-born Hunting Girl.</p><p>She took this simple man's downfall in hand; I raised the</p><p>flag that she unfurled.</p><p></p><p>Boot leather flashing and spur-necks the size of your thumb.</p><p>This high-born hunter had tastes as strange as they come.</p><p>Unbrided passion: I took the bit in my teeth</p><p>Her standing over me on my knees underneath.</p><p></p><p>My lady, be discrete, T must get to my feet and go back to</p><p>the farm.</p><p>Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate, I might come to</p><p>some harm.</p><p>I'm not inclined to acts refined, it that's how it goes.</p><p>Oh high-born Hunting Girl I'm just a normal low-born so-and-so.</p><p><strong>Ring Out, Solstice Bells</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Now is the solstice of the year.</p><p>Winter is the glad song that you hear.</p><p>Seven maids move in seven time.</p><p>Have the lads up ready in line.</p><p></p><p>Chorus Ring out those bells</p><p>Ring out, ring Solstice Bells.</p><p>Ring, Solstice Bells.</p><p></p><p>Join together 'neath the Mistle-toe.</p><p>By the Holy oak where-on it grows.</p><p>Seven Druids dance in seven time</p><p>Sing the song the Bells call, loudly chimming.</p><p></p><p>Chorus</p><p></p><p>Praise be to the distant sister Sun.</p><p>Joyful as the silver planets run.</p><p>Seven maids move in seven time.</p><p>Sing the song the Bells call, loudly chimming.</p><p></p><p>Chorus</p><p></p><p>All lyrics by permission (c)1977 Salamander</p><p>& Son Music Ltd. Publishel in U.S.A.</p><p>and Canada by Chrysalis Music Corp.</p><p></p><p></p><p>J E T H R O T U L L</p><p>with kitchen prose, gutter rhymes and divers</p><p>SONGS FROM THE WOOD</p><p></p><p>SIDE TWO</p><p><strong>Velvet Green</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>Walking on Velvet Green -</p><p>Scots Pine growing.</p><p>Isn't it rare to be taking the air,</p><p>shinning -</p><p>Walking on Velvet Green.</p><p></p><p>Walking on Velvet Green</p><p>Distant cows lowing.</p><p>NNever a care: with you legs in the air,</p><p>loving -</p><p>Walking on Velvet Green.</p><p></p><p>Won't you have my company, yes, take</p><p>it in your hand.</p><p>Go down, on Velvet Green, with</p><p>a country-n n.</p><p>Who's a young girl' fancy</p><p>and maid's dream.</p><p>Tell your mother that you walked all</p><p>night on Velvet Green.</p><p></p><p>One dusky half-hour's ride up to the</p><p>north.</p><p>There lies your reputation and all that</p><p>you're worth.</p><p>Where the scent of wild roses turns the</p><p>milk to cream.</p><p>Tell your mother that you walked all</p><p>night on Velvet Green.</p><p></p><p>And the long grass blows in the evening</p><p>cool.</p><p>And August's rare delitesmay be April's</p><p>fool.</p><p>But think not of that my love, I'm tight</p><p>against the seam.</p><p>And I'm growing up to meet you down on</p><p>Velvet Green.</p><p></p><p>Now I may tell you that it's love and</p><p>not just lust.</p><p>And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust</p><p>On golden daffodils, to cath the silver</p><p>stream</p><p>That washes out the the wild oat seed on</p><p>Velvet Green.</p><p></p><p>We'll dream as lovers under the stars:</p><p>Of civilisation raging afar.</p><p>And the ragged dawn breaks on your</p><p>battle scars</p><p>As you walk home cold and alone upon</p><p>Velvet Green.</p><p><strong>The Whistler</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>I'll buy you six bay mares, to put in you stable;</p><p>Six golden apples brought with my pay.</p><p>I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune</p><p>But I must be gone by the seventh day.</p><p></p><p>Chorus So come on - I'm the Whistler</p><p>I have a fife, and a drum to play.</p><p>Get ready - I'm the Whistler.</p><p>I whistle along on the seventh day.</p><p></p><p>All kinds of sadness I've left behind me.</p><p>Many's the day when I have done wrong.</p><p>But I'll be your for ever and ever.</p><p>Climb in the saddle and whistle along.</p><p></p><p>Chorus</p><p></p><p>Deep red are the sunsets in mystical places.</p><p>Black are the nights on summer-day sands.</p><p>We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle:</p><p>Hold the first grain of love in our hands.</p><p></p><p>Chorus</p><p><strong>Pibroch (Cap In Hand)</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>There's a light in the house</p><p>in the wood</p><p>in the valley</p><p>There's a thought in the head of the man</p><p>Who carries his dreams</p><p>like the coat slung</p><p>on his shoulder,</p><p>Bringing your love</p><p>in the cup</p><p>in his hand.</p><p></p><p>And each step he takes is one</p><p>half of a life-time:</p><p>No word he would say could you</p><p>understand</p><p>So he boundles his regrets</p><p>into a gesture of sorrow,</p><p>Bringing your love</p><p>cup in hand.</p><p></p><p>Catching breath, as he looks</p><p>through the dinning-room window:</p><p>Candle-lit table for two</p><p>has been laid.</p><p>Strange slippers by the fire:</p><p>Strange boots in the hall-way.</p><p>Put my cup on my head -</p><p>I turn</p><p>and walk away.</p><p><strong>Fire At Midnight</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p>I believe in fires at midnight</p><p>when the dogs have all been fed.</p><p>A golden toddy on the mantle;</p><p>a broken gun beneath the bed.</p><p>Silken must outside the window -</p><p>Frogs and newts slip in the dark.</p><p>Too much hurry ruins a'body:</p><p>I'LL sit easy; fan the spark.</p><p></p><p>Kidness by the dying embers of</p><p>another working day.</p><p>Go upstairs; take off your make-up -</p><p>Fold your clothes nearly away.</p><p>Me, I'll sit and wright this love song</p><p>As I all too seldom do -</p><p>Build a little fire this midnight:</p><p>It's good to be back home with you.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Floyd, post: 452, member: 1"] [B]Songs From The Wood[/B] Let me bring you songs from the wood: To make you feel much better than you could know - ust you down from tip to toe - Show you how the garden grows - Hold you steady as you go - Join the chorus if you can: It'll make of you an honest man. Let me bring you love from the field: Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain To heal the wound and still the pain That threatens again and again As you drag down every lovers' lane. Life's long celebration's here. I'll toast you all in penny cheer. Let me bring you all things refined: Galliards and I te songs served in chill- ing ale. Greeting well-met fellow, hail! I am the wind to fill your sail. I am the cross to take your nail: A singer of these ageless times - With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes. [B]Jack-In-The-Green[/B] Have you ever seen Jack-In-The-Green? - With his long tail hanging down. He quitely sits under every tree In the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from every empty acorn cup The dew that down sweetly bestows. And taps his cane upon the ground - Signals the snow-drops, it's time to grow. It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green. No place to dance, no time for song. He wears the colours of the summer soldier, Carries the green flag all winter long. Jack, do you never sleep - does the green still run deep in your heart? Or will these changing times, motorways, power- lines keep us apart? Well, I don't think so. I saw some grass growing through the pavements today. The Roman, the Oak and the Holly tree Are charges left r him to groom. Each blade of grass whispers, "Jack-In-The-Green". "Oh Jack, please help me through my winter's night." And - "We are the berries on the Holly tree: Oh, the Mistle Thrush is comming, Jack, put out the light!" [B]Cup Of Wonder[/B] May I make my fond excuses for the late-ness of the hour; But we accept your invitation, and would bring you Beltane's flower. For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track. And those who ancient lines did ley will heed this song that calls them back. Chorus: Pass the wood and pass the lady. Pass the plane to all who hunger. Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the Cup of Crimson Wonder. Ask the Green Man where he comes from, ask the cup that fills with red. Ask the old grey standing stones who show the sun his way to bad. Question all as to their ways, and learn the secrets that they hold. Walk the lines of Nature's palm, crosses with silver and with gold. Chorus. Join in black December's sadness, lie in August's welcome corn. Stir the cup that's ever filling with the blood of all that's born. But the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track. And those who ancient lines did ley will heed this song that calls them back. Chorus. [B]Hunting Girl[/B] One day I walked the road and crosses a field to go by where the hounds ran hard And on the master raced behind, the hunters chased to where the pass was barred. One fine young lady's refused the tence to clear I un-locked the gatebut she did wait until the pack had disappeared. Crop-handle carved in bone, sat high upon a throne of finest Engleesh leather The Queen of all the Pack: this joker raised his hat and talked about the weather. All should be warned about this high-born Hunting Girl. She took this simple man's downfall in hand; I raised the flag that she unfurled. Boot leather flashing and spur-necks the size of your thumb. This high-born hunter had tastes as strange as they come. Unbrided passion: I took the bit in my teeth Her standing over me on my knees underneath. My lady, be discrete, T must get to my feet and go back to the farm. Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate, I might come to some harm. I'm not inclined to acts refined, it that's how it goes. Oh high-born Hunting Girl I'm just a normal low-born so-and-so. [B]Ring Out, Solstice Bells[/B] Now is the solstice of the year. Winter is the glad song that you hear. Seven maids move in seven time. Have the lads up ready in line. Chorus Ring out those bells Ring out, ring Solstice Bells. Ring, Solstice Bells. Join together 'neath the Mistle-toe. By the Holy oak where-on it grows. Seven Druids dance in seven time Sing the song the Bells call, loudly chimming. Chorus Praise be to the distant sister Sun. Joyful as the silver planets run. Seven maids move in seven time. Sing the song the Bells call, loudly chimming. Chorus All lyrics by permission (c)1977 Salamander & Son Music Ltd. Publishel in U.S.A. and Canada by Chrysalis Music Corp. J E T H R O T U L L with kitchen prose, gutter rhymes and divers SONGS FROM THE WOOD SIDE TWO [B]Velvet Green[/B] Walking on Velvet Green - Scots Pine growing. Isn't it rare to be taking the air, shinning - Walking on Velvet Green. Walking on Velvet Green Distant cows lowing. NNever a care: with you legs in the air, loving - Walking on Velvet Green. Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hand. Go down, on Velvet Green, with a country-n n. Who's a young girl' fancy and maid's dream. Tell your mother that you walked all night on Velvet Green. One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north. There lies your reputation and all that you're worth. Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream. Tell your mother that you walked all night on Velvet Green. And the long grass blows in the evening cool. And August's rare delitesmay be April's fool. But think not of that my love, I'm tight against the seam. And I'm growing up to meet you down on Velvet Green. Now I may tell you that it's love and not just lust. And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust On golden daffodils, to cath the silver stream That washes out the the wild oat seed on Velvet Green. We'll dream as lovers under the stars: Of civilisation raging afar. And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars As you walk home cold and alone upon Velvet Green. [B]The Whistler[/B] I'll buy you six bay mares, to put in you stable; Six golden apples brought with my pay. I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune But I must be gone by the seventh day. Chorus So come on - I'm the Whistler I have a fife, and a drum to play. Get ready - I'm the Whistler. I whistle along on the seventh day. All kinds of sadness I've left behind me. Many's the day when I have done wrong. But I'll be your for ever and ever. Climb in the saddle and whistle along. Chorus Deep red are the sunsets in mystical places. Black are the nights on summer-day sands. We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle: Hold the first grain of love in our hands. Chorus [B]Pibroch (Cap In Hand)[/B] There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley There's a thought in the head of the man Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his shoulder, Bringing your love in the cup in his hand. And each step he takes is one half of a life-time: No word he would say could you understand So he boundles his regrets into a gesture of sorrow, Bringing your love cup in hand. Catching breath, as he looks through the dinning-room window: Candle-lit table for two has been laid. Strange slippers by the fire: Strange boots in the hall-way. Put my cup on my head - I turn and walk away. [B]Fire At Midnight[/B] I believe in fires at midnight when the dogs have all been fed. A golden toddy on the mantle; a broken gun beneath the bed. Silken must outside the window - Frogs and newts slip in the dark. Too much hurry ruins a'body: I'LL sit easy; fan the spark. Kidness by the dying embers of another working day. Go upstairs; take off your make-up - Fold your clothes nearly away. Me, I'll sit and wright this love song As I all too seldom do - Build a little fire this midnight: It's good to be back home with you. [/QUOTE]
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