1. |
Bound Away
02:15
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Early one morning in May I set out.
Nobody I knew was about.
I'm Bound Away.
I'm Bound Away forever.
Away somewhere, away forever.
I'm Bound Away.
My heart is full and my boots are dry.
No wind in the trees, no cloud in the sky.
I'm bound away.
I'm bound away forever.
Away somewhere, away forever.
I'm bound away.
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2. |
Goodnight My Friends
03:17
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It's time to make a reckoning,
It's time to square up to the truth.
The northern light is beckoning
and I've a tingle in my tooth
For nights out in the open,
and nights are cold up there.
But if I trust to fortune,
I'll find some hearth to share
Goodnight, my friends, goodnight, my friends,
There's nothing more to say.
Farewell, my dears, sleep well, my dears,
I'm off, I'm on my way.
I'm off to seek my pleasure,
I'm off to find my cause.
And if I bag the treasure,
you'll be sad you stayed indoors.
The road is here before me,
and though the air is chill,
I have my blood to warm me,
I have these lungs to fill.
Goodbye, my friends, goodbye, my friends,
I'm off, I'm done, I'm gone.
Farewell, my dears, sleep well, my dears,
I'll meet you further on.
Goodnight, my friends, goodnight, my friends,
There's nothing more to say.
Farewell, my dears, sleep well, my dears,
I'm off, I'm on my way.
Goodbye, my friends, goodbye, my friends,
I'm off, I'm done, I'm gone.
Farewell, my dears, sleep well, my dears,
I'll meet you further on.
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3. |
Broad Back of England
03:53
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Low road, high road, green road, drove road.
Causeway, alleyway, snicket, hollow way,
Highway.
Lane, track, pathway, and pass
Stride and zig zag across
The broad back of England.
Who is that walking?
Sowing his footsteps like seed at the edge of the field?
Where is he going?
Oh what a crop of stories this sowing will yield.
Rambler, stroller, runner, wanderer.
Pilgrim, soldier, scholar, maker.
Stranger.
Trust the weight of your step to the land
All the length and span
Of the broad back of England.
And when you come to the end of the path
Lay your bones to earth.
On the broad back of England.
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4. |
No
03:54
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It's dark. It's dark.
It's late. It's late at night.
I don't know you.
I can't see your face.
I don't know you.
You don't come from round here.
You're speaking.
Can't hear what you say.
What d'you want?
You want something from me.
I don't know.
Don't know what to do.
Your words are strange.
I don't understand you.
I can't get involved, I can't take the risk.
I don't know you. I don't know your face.
Got to think of my family.
Got to think of my own family.
I don't know your story.
I don't want to know your story.
I want you to go. I want you to go now.
I don't know your face. I need you to go now.
No! Just go away.
No! Be on your way.
No! Just go away.
No! Be on your way.
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6. |
Graze
02:54
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High fences, closed doors
Blind windows of dark houses
Long roads, no welcome
And no way home
Nightfall, no companion
Cold meal of all that remains
Rough bed of worn memories
To come so far, far from home
But wake tomorrow
Lift your head from the stone
Wake tomorrow to the light
Gaze, gaze
On this open country
Stay awhile, stroll awhile
Graze, graze
In this verdant pasture
Drink your fill of my time
Share the commons of my table
Share the commons of my table
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7. |
Me Fui
07:28
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8. |
Swing Of The Sea
03:31
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I have desired to go
Where springs not fail
To fields where flies no sharp and sided hail
And a few lilies blow.
And I have asked to be
Where no storms come,
Where the green swell is in the havens dumb,
And out of the swing of the sea.
And out of the swing of the sea.
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9. |
Ready Chair
01:50
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When friends are at your hearthside met
Sweet courtesy has done its most
If you have made each guest forget
That he himself is not the host.
Blest that abode where want and pain repair
And every stranger,
every stranger finds a ready chair.
Blest that abode where want and pain repair
And every stranger, every stranger,
every stranger finds a ready chair.
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10. |
Unako Ukuza Kwakunye
04:20
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Schwa Leeds, UK
Welcome in Schwa: Peter Spafford writes poetry and plays the piano; Richard Ormrod plays other instruments and arranges tunes. More recently, Jacqui Wicks sings and plays the ukulele.
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