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Oh my lovely girl
Let me take you down
To where the wild garlic grows
We can sit and linger a while
And watch how the winding river flows
Feel the grass beneath our feet
Walking in the summer heat
We can share our thoughts and dreams
Running barefoot by the stream
I must go and fight
In a distant land
So please still remember me
My silver ring is in your hand
Our names carved on the willow tree
But if I should not return
All my letters you must burn
Find yourself another lad
To treat you right and don't be sad
I have been away
For many long years
The scars of war slow to heal
I have seen many lonely roads
Thousand miles under my wheels
I came home from foreign lands
To see you had another man
With his baby at your breast
But I will never love you less
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Harlequin Waiting
03:44
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I am the harlequin waiting
At your back door
I'm the harlequin waiting
You've seen me before
Don't you remember me
And what all this is for?
Let me be your servant
I will serve you well
Let me be your servant
For the secrets I can tell
I'm the clown & the juggler
The stone, the fall and the spell
I'm the Harlequin who guides you
Through this glittering parade
A step, a turn, a softshoe
A spring-heeled charade
I've danced for kings, queens and princes
From here to the promised land
Kissed the sleeping face of freedom
Held tomorrow in my hands
They asked me for my secret
Kept 'em guessing for a while
You've got to run a rightous road
To walk a crooked mile
Used to dance for the devil
Just to make him smile
Used to dance for the devil
For a short while
But cartwheels on a Sunday
That's really not my style
Chase a harlequin shadow
behind the sun
Chase a harlequin shadow
Watch it run
Just as you think it's over
It's only just begun
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There's a wind blowing south
Just might follow where it goes
With luck I'll arrive before
April melts the winter snows
I'm looking for
Green on a blue Jay
Cold winter rain
On a hot summer highway
Why can't I find
A shadow at mid-day
A spark of new life
In a handfull of cold clay
I've washed my hands in shadows shade
Now I know I can't face
Ploughman's blade and sexton's spade
And all the lies I can't erase
I looked and saw
A blind man's garden
Where he sat and watched
And waited for someone
One thing I know
Beauty is coming
On soft silent wings
This grey velvet morning
A crooked road for a crooked smile
Please tread lightly on your heels
What you have may last a while
But time won't borrow, it just steals
I'm walking past the graveyard signs
Toppled tombs and chiseled stones
It's so cold the power lines
Are hanging low between the poles
I hide a book inside my coat
Someone told me it was mine
On the page are words I wrote
Why are so many underlined?
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4. |
Bad Luck
04:06
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Without all this bad luck
I'd have no luck at all
Cards cast to the 4 winds
And watch how they fall
Watch them fall
I put it all on a diamond
But it came up spades
Pretty red painted pony
That time will fade
It always fades
Somebody told me
A long time ago
The wounds that hurt worse
Are the ones that don't show
The ones that don't show
There's a bar in New Orleans
By the waterside
I'll have a drink there tomorrow
If I'm still alive
If I'm still alive
Tell me your troubles
I'll tell you mine
It's all the same
At the end of the line
End of the line
Roll the dice one more time
Lady Luck has run away
I watched her disappear from view
I could not make her stay
One more day
There's a girl in my dreaming
That I left behind
She's as sweet as honey
But I was too blind
I was too blind
Made mistakes on my journey
But what have I learned
You put your hand in the fire
You'll get your fingers burned
Get them burned
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Wait For Me
03:30
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Why don't you wait for me
On the green grass
Behind your parents' place
Where the wind was warm
And the tears of joy were shining on your face
When the summer storm is singing
I'm calling, wait for me
Why don't you wait for me
At the roadside
In the rushing diesel air
Watch the trucks go roll by
And you're wondering why
Doesn't anybody care
When your faith is failing
I'm calling, wait for me
Remember when the air was still
And the blackthorn was in bloom
The simple promise that I made
Under a silver moon
Why don't you wait for me
In the sunshine
That falls like golden rain
On the one true love
I'm thinking of
But may never see again
When the sky is burning
I'm calling, wait for me
Remember when the air was still
And the blackthorn was in bloom
The simple promise that I made
Under a silver moon
Why don't you wait for me
On the shoreline
Where the world is dappled light
And my footsteps
Are washed away
And the past is out of sight
When the tide is turning
I'm calling, wait for me
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Harbour
04:21
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I feel like a faded flag
In a cold, cold wind
That blows on a silent sea
Witness to the world's end
My footsteps don't carry me
The way they used to
Yesterday is an empty space
That echoes and aches for you
I'm wondering where you are now
And its thundering off the port bow
I can't rest till I find her
I can't sail any farther
I need safe harbour
Through the long nights of winter
Artic storm on my shoulder
I need safe harbour
I can't see your face
Not even in my dreams
It's a ghost that I've chased
All along the Gulf Stream
On the shores of Maine
The pines still whisper
For she returned again
And I just missed her
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Rendition
03:26
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I'm sick of these walls
The endless halls
These blues, the greys
And the silence
Broken bones
Weathered stones
speak to me
In a whisper
I'm falling, spinning round
Settle softly on the ground
I don't know where you're taking me
I don't know why you're breaking me
Just send me
Home
This is the cruelest cradling
To hear the song I cannot sing
Please take me
Home
Set me free
On an empty sea
With the salt, the spray
Of the tradewinds
I've learned much more
On this foreign shore
Than all the words
Of your schooling
A bottle of rain
Sweet champagne
Taste the same
When you're drowning
Your lips are cold
The truth you told
Turned out to be
Just empty dreaming
Lock the door
Fevered floor
It's a cold bed
No ones listening
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8. |
It's June
03:42
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It's June and when the weather breaks
I'm going to pick up everything it takes
And get moving
This little town has got me down
And that feeling's coming round
To leaving
The sky has that faded look
That I once mistook
For morning
On the day when I turned around
Set my feet on the ground
For walking
Sun shines through the plastic blinds
Falls on my coffee grinds
Wake up!
Breakfast the waitress brings
On the radio Tammy Wynette sings
Let's break up
I look up and catch the eye
Of a woman passing by
Whose's smiling
Or is she laughing at my faded shirt
And the hundred miles of roadside dirt
I'm wearing
Endless run of powerlines
Stretched across the countryside
Mark my steps along the way
Another town another new day
Thumbed a 60's Corvette ride
Took me to the other side
Chrome shining
As I turned around to wave goodbye
Brake lights came alive
She's slowing
So I run and catch the door
"What was I waiting for?"
She's asking
It was something that I said
That echoed around her head
Sand's running
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Cornflower Blue
03:22
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The Bridges That We Burn
04:02
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The leaves are falling
Winter Is Calling
Will you follow me
As I'm walking out your door
You know we're good together
And I would never
Hurt you,
Like he's hurt you before
Sometimes the road we walk
Can take a sudden turn
And we'll light up the world
With the bridges that we burn
With the bridges that we burn
It's easy to stay
For just another day
You tell yourself
Somehow he'll change
But like a distant freight train's song
That echoes on and on
He will haunt you
He will never set you free
The ribbons on your wedding dress
Have faded all to grey
In the photos your laughing face
Is crying today
Is crying today
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Grey Into White
03:40
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You know that I'm not a believer
Just reflections in a dark window pane
Then you looked at me for half of forever
I turned my tired old face away again
I can't erase you from my memory
Can't fill the silence in the night
Or write a happy end to this story
And turn all this grey into white
Turn this grey into white
The wire, the wood and the distance
Weaken me like a wounded, running thief
Who steals everything he can't replace
While the crowd look on in disbelief
I'm wondering can you even hear me
Through the storm of words and the cries
I'm just a sinner seeking mercy
Who will pass by and by
I can't erase you from my memory
Can't fill the silence in the night
Or write a happy end to this story
And turn all this grey into white
Turn this grey into white
There are days when time ticks backwards
I'm a child running to the fair
Neon lights, the barkers and the billboards
But there's never anybody there
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12. |
Walking Shadow
03:41
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This life is just a walking shadow
Halting steps towards tomorrow
We'll never pass
This way again
You give your best, you beg, you borrow
All the lies you try to swallow
Are in the past
And on the wind
Burn your bridges one by one
Turn your face up to the sun
You never heard the starting gun
There's no more races to be run
All the roads beneath your feet
And all people in the street
Just dusted ghosts
Laid in the clay
Then one day you turn and listen
To all the words that you've written
But the sounds
Are far away
Burn your bridges one by one
Turn your face up to the sun
You never heard the starting gun
There's no more races to be run
In the distance crows are calling
Light is fading night is falling
Under the stars
You kneel and pray
For just another day of reason
Another month, one last season
A final time
Around the dial
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