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Grave Man Digging
04:46
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This is a house on fire / where gems still glow
With fools that would inspire the wise ones who don’t know
Can you feel the moon lift the tide? Looking down from a Ferris wheel ride / I was by your side when you cried
A seed, it will begin to grow a garden sown
A war waged from within for sins you can atone
Dear friends are gathering around / to watch the grave man digging up the ground / What was buried now has been found
Turn around and she’s gone – turn around
Beyond the field of grey / enshrouded by the night
Through swampland and decay / you come out in the light
In ten years the women and the men / will seek a shadowed face from way back when / And the howling wind will blow again
Turn around and she’s gone – turn around / in the grey light of dawn – in the light / In the soft light of dawn – turn around
Can you feel the moon lift the tide? Looking down from a Ferris wheel ride / I was by your side when you cried.
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As We Tumble
03:21
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What d'you do to lead me so astray? / I don’t know if I should leave or stay
Every day’s a circus of my fear / I shiver in my boots as you draw near
Still I’m right behind you – I’m right behind you; like a shadow upon the ground / shadow upon the ground
Bellflowers in the field along the track / I’ve come this far – I won’t be turning back
I follow you as one you seldom see / I mourn for you the sweetest elegy
And I’m right behind you – I’m right behind you; as you move on down the line / Move on down the line
The innocence of summertime is gone / gently giving sway to autumn’s song
There’s comfort in the softness of your hand / these things that only you might understand
And I’m right behind you – I’m right behind you / as we tumble through the years / through the years - as we tumble through the years
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Linden Trees
05:11
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It’s not that far away / you can get there in a day
Keep to the linden trees / but beware of wayward thieves
They’ll steal away your soul / and put you in a hole
Entangled with your twin / who knows which one will win?
Time’s a thieving crow / its hidden treasures grow
Time’s a thieving crow — thieving crow.
Each one looks the same / as the ravens caw my name
They’re urging me to fly / and join them in sky
But their wings are not for me / I can never be that free
I’m destined for this earth / to harrow dirt for all it’s worth
Time’s a thieving crow / its hidden treasures grow
The further I go — the closer I am
Lovers walk the lake / yet to know the give and take
A wine aged for many years / with the taste of bitter tears
Time’s a thieving crow / its hidden treasures grow
It’s not that far away…
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A Winter's Day
04:27
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In this magic hour, when all is revealed for you to see
take my hand and give your warning
There’s a scented flower, that perfumes your hair
and we are free just to wile away the morning
We’re free to feel what we feel / to seize the holy night
We’re free to dream what we dream (what we dream) sweet dream
What I mean to say, is let it find a way
And it will calm your restless sigh
It’s a game we play — coming through the rye
The lover’s card is shown / colored flags are flown
with a whisper I will come
just to dream away — on a winter’s day, here with you
A chill hangs in the air, and new fallen snow lay on the ground
soft sounds echo off the hillside
We could be anywhere / betrayed by the sunshine all around
but down this icy path we still ride
A path that’s not all it seems / A bridge where ghosts will cross
A path into deeper dreams (deeper dreams) sweet dream
[Chorus]
The sky turned deepest red, before the dawn
Just like the day we wed / it’s been so long now, the lines have been redrawn
[Chorus]
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I Was Once Told
04:33
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She walked me out in the old oak wood / something inside of her said that she should conjure up gifts all bundled in twine…
I was once told that it might be divine
She said it was just and old tattered shawl / as she covered her head
I knew that wasn’t all / with colors rich and woven so fine…
I was once told that it might be divine
The fire burned low in the cool evening air / she looked at me as I touched her hair / she started to weep and I followed in kind…
I was once told that it might be divine
Winds of seven seas / move my frailties like trees
Clay and fire – in his hands they were blessed / and soon there was drawn a sweet arabesque / with flowers and leaves and patterns of vine…
I was once told that it might be divine
How deep runs the spring, this no one can tell / how deep, how deep is the holy well? / the water was cool and tasted like wine…
I was once told that it might be divine
Oh, I’ll take you there / to breathe the autumn air / you won’t break, I swear
Down to shore and down to the sea / and down to the depths of the troubled me / washed by the waves and baptized in brine…
I was once told that it might be divine
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Sell It for a Song
03:59
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I’ve forsaken the lion / thrown my lot to the lamb
It’s for no lack of trying that you're wondering who I am
Golden rules and diamond rings – and secrets passed around
I’m hanging on to precious things…
but I’d sell them – sell them for a song
Come down to the river to wash your tired eyes
And let the water soothe a weary soul, and loose these binding ties
It’s a cart-before-the-horse affair, where nothing moves ahead
You see obstacles not really there, and they're filling you dread
Something’s stirring in my breast – my pride is burning strong
And though it never seems to rest, I’d sell that for a song
Come down to the river and bless your tired eyes
And set your boat upon the water and release its mooring ties
I won’t bide by your philosophy – won’t drink from your silver cup
They’ll be no coins a’changing hands until you’ve woken up
Cover your tracks with myrtle leaves, and branches straight and long
It’s a secret way that winds and weaves…
It tricks and it deceives / there are no late reprieves / it never gives – only receives…
For a song
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Look What We've Done
01:31
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A halo of colored birds moved around his head
Endlessly encircling words, in the rhymes he said
And January wears the crown when the trees have shed
And it’s all because of you now – look what we’ve done
It’s a sailor’s plague to steal and beg for the things you lack
My pocket change is rearranged / now I’m in the black
Lilacs and hollyhocks have the sweetest attack
And it’s all because of you now – look what we’ve done
And it’s all because of you love, look.
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I Cast Upon
04:23
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I cast upon a quiet, silver pool / it breaks the surface as a stone, but shimmers like a jewel
I cast upon for things we strain to hear / the faintest word - a sign of life - your breath upon a mirror
unstrung rosary - the last glass bead spills down
fallen alchemy - when it lands it barely makes sound
I cast upon this bleak and barren land / and stand before an open field, with a loy plow in my hand
I cast upon a fine and fragile glass / and what I see in reverie - I know that it will pass
unstrung rosary - the last glass bead spills down
fallen alchemy - when it lands it barely makes sound
Up to the tower room, to ring out the bell / see the wild flowers bloom, around the poison well.
I cast upon a dark and clouded pool / it breaks the surface as a stone, but shimmers like a jewel (it shimmers like a jewel)
Up to the tower room, to ring out the bell / see the wild flowers bloom, around the poison well.
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The Crosses and the Bone
05:07
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A long forgotten place / overgrown, in disrepair
Though wild roses leave a trace of sweet fragrance in the air
It’s been 5 and 20 years since a breathing soul has walked the halls
In the quiet you may just glimpse a shade along the papered walls
Among the cemetery stone, her broken heart will never mend
She’s been in-between before; she’ll be in-between again
Of lavender and thyme / and the slightest brush of lace
In the midst of dust and grime / there’s a sad and veiled face
At the altar standing there / a bride waiting all in white
She didn’t falter in despair when she took up his knife that night
Among the crosses and the bone / abandon heart and bitter end
She walks the rooms alone / at Sorrow Hall beyond the bend
She’s been in-between before; she’ll be in-between again
Still tethered to her scorn / in mist and memory
in the satin she had worn / an eternal bride-to-be
She laid there in the cold in a belladonna haze
And bartered breath and soul / in a thousand desperate ways
Like the churchyard’s broken stone / her heart may never mend
She walks the rooms alone / at Sorrow Hall beyond the bend
She’s been in-between before; she’ll be in-between again
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Your Finest Gift
04:02
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I recall when you would hide / I never found you
Down the hill, we two would glide / my arms around you
I hope you’ll be here soon / dry your eyes, and these jealous clouds will lift / Catch a ride along on a Cheshire moon
and bring to me your finest gift
In these uncertain times / of folk and fable rhymes
A fortune telling for a winter’s child – wondering
when the act will start / when will curtains part?
Unveiling secrets of a wistful heart
I recall when you would hide / I never found you
White sails will carry you across / close your eyes, and the bitter wind will shift / Hang on – the waves will turn and toss / and bring to me your finest gift / And bring to me your finest gift.
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Sign Over Me
06:29
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I awoke with the warmth of your breath on the back of my neck
Twilight words fell with the sky – then morning wondered why
Days are keeping this love on the line – nights are searching for a sign
from the ghosts that lie within – now how do I begin - How do I begin?
This heart holds the lock and the key / make your sign over me
Dark are the curtains of Solomon’s room – empty altar for a groom
Can I really be certain of this, the blossom of your kiss?
I’ll be with you my sister, my bride – lost on oceans wide
When I feel the touch of your skin – how do I begin - how do I begin?
This heart holds the lock and the key / make your sign over me
We saw him returning, wings on his heals / on his head
But I didn’t listen – I turned away instead
How come we keep on closing our eyes – searching for a prize
It’s like shooting tin birds at the arcade – these games that we have made
The window sighs, the cool winds blow – with morning came the snow
And soothed this feeling again – still how do we begin - how do we begin?
This heart holds the lock and the key / make your sign over me
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Jeff Waryan Minneapolis, Minnesota
"...I'm destined for this earth, to harrow dirt for all it's worth..."
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