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Rocky Mountain Path
05:01
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Where will this prayer go will it fall on deaf ears?
Will it open up a channel
For love to pour in?
I sink my feet in the soft white sand
Pearl coloured diamond dust I run to the shore and let the tide rush in bringing treasures of the sea Is this the answer to my plea?
Chorus:
Oh, will my sighs and groans be delivered to the heavens on angel wings? Will my cries and moans be laid like a flower at Mother Mary's feet in my last hour?
Tonight we'll set the brush on fire it will singe the fringe of the highest tree We're trying to get close but we can't find the words to share the things we hide
So we talk about the tide
The tide rolls in, the tide rolls out
Twice every day, returning
The periwinkle chatter with the crickets in the grass
And they sing of the open channel I
hear timpani and I hear brass
I might be answered if I ask
Chorus
Reach for the warm spots on the sandy floor
Tiptoe a little further to see if there's more, to see if there's more.
Cool glassy waters, by a wooden country church
We feel free we feel graceful and love pours in, oh love pours in
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Heave Away
03:03
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Come get your duds in order cause we're bound to cross the water Heave away, me jollys! Heave away! Come get your duds in order cause we're bound to leave tomorrow Heave away! Me jolly boys we're all abound away!
Chorus Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool, sometimes we're bound for Spain Heave away, me jollies! Heave away! But now we're bound for old St. John's, where all the girls are dancing Heave away, me jolly boys, we're all bound away! I wrote my love a letter, it was on the Jenny Lynn Heave away, me Jollys! Heave away! I wrote my love a letter and I sealed it with a ring Heave away! Me jolly boys, we're all abound away! Chorus Well, it's farewell nancy darling, for it's now I'm gonna leave you Heave Away! Me jollys, heave away! You told me that you'd marry me and how you did deceive me Heave Away! Me jolly boys, we're all abound away! Chorus
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Song of Wandering Aengus
04:13
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I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout.
When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire a-flame, But something rustled on the floor, And someone called my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossoms in her hair She called me by my name and ran And faded into the brightening air.
Though I am old and wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde and mourn and weep For satisfied I n'er can be I write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death a thousand times
I love my love and well she knows I love the ground where on she goes I know the day it soon will come When she and I will be as one
Black is the colour of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair She has the sweetest face and the gentlest hands I love the ground where on she stands
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Hazeldean
05:16
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Portrait
04:01
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Take my portrait, I'm a little boy With deep brown eyes and these cheeks of rose Playing a game wherever I go Lost in a world that no one knows My sail is yet unfurled
Take my portrait, I'm a young man With a strong back and a fire inside A clear gaze and a hurried stride And a beautiful lady by my side I'm off to sail the world
Take my portrait, I'm an old man In this rocking chair, bathed in fireside light My bones they ache on this winters night But to know I've truly lived my life And not misspent a grain of sand
Keep my portrait, I'm a memory- Laid to rest beneath the soil Away from life's tears and strife and toil I've lived and loved, felt pain and joy Now dead leaves fall where I sleep Fond memories I pray you keep Life is short so please don't weep
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Hour of the Blue Snow
03:30
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There are ribbons, pink and blue Set by the sun like a crown upon the Rocky Mountains golden light seeps through the clouds there goes the train, a charcoal chain that hugs the mountainside
Chorus: In the hour of the blue snow I walk along with my love, we hear the whistle blow There's a fire that sets our hearts a-glow and we are warm in the hour of the blue snow we are warm in the hour of the blue snow
What will I find in these mountains will I find tunes to weave a web with the strings of my fiddle? What will I find in these pine trees pining for you and for me by the strings of our hearts?
Chorus
The sun's gone done and the deer are on the trail the snow falls quiet as a swallowtail it rests on your lashes like Queen Anne's lace hold me tight, hold me close in that tender place
Chorus
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Nova Scotia Goodbye
05:11
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The bottle's nearly empty and the light is flickering low There's candle wax on the table cloth and our cheeks are all a-glow Our bodies, they are heavy but our spirits are feather light It's come the time, as it always does, for all to say goodnight
How it ever gets to this, I guess I'll never know We just can't stand to see it through and let each other go The food was good, the drink it flowed, and my glass was always full One goodbye should be enough but I guess it never will
Chorus: It's goodbye in the kitchen, So long in the hall, Farewell on the front porch and don't forget to call And before we know it, It's see you later in the the yard How sweet it is to have a friend who makes goodbye so hard
Well I guess it's time to tip my hat and bid you all adieu And Lord, He knows we've had laugh and a cry or two It takes a minute to say hello but forever to say goodbye 'Guess I'll always take my time no matter how I try
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The Bombadils Halifax Regional Municipality, Nova Scotia
Canadian Folk Music Award nominees The Bombadils bring together bluegrass, Celtic, and contemporary folk music with front- porch style and classical grace. Canadian arts journalist Bob Mersereau describes their music as "folk tunes done with musical adventure and sophistication" and Elmore Magazine calls it "an enchanting folk romp." ... more
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