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The Green Lane
03:32
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Hazel, Thorn and Celandine
Sunken lane, forgotten time
Ramson scent and Dog-Rose thorn
Dandelion by breezes born
Meadowsweet, Red Campion
Foxglove reaching for the sun
Tunnel dark, and nettles stung
Met her here when I was young
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2. |
The Hidden Valley
03:25
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Something calls me to this place
The hidden valley sits and waits
In moonlight or in blind-black gloom
Or nights like these where stars can barely
Pierce the canopy of summer leaves
That shiver and whisper in the breeze
The hidden valley never speaks
Of bones it shelters far beneath
And do their spirits visit still
The tumbling water rushing through
That gave them life and bathed their families
In the shadow and shelter of the trees?
In moonlight or in blind-black gloom
Or nights like these where stars can barely
Pierce the canopy of summer leaves
That shiver and whisper in the breeze
So pierce the canopy of summer leaves
That shiver and whisper in the breeze
And dress the valley in a silver sheen
That glistens upon the tumbling stream
Feel the presence of the memories
In the shadow and shelter of the trees
And pierce the canopy of summer leaves
That shiver and whisper in the breeze
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3. |
The Ruined Man
02:47
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Once was a man
In his mind was a plan
His mind was a plan to grow
A fork in the field
But the seed wouldn’t yield
The seed wouldn’t yield for nought
He swore at the sun
But the sun never shone
The sun never shone for him
Now he lies under field
Giving food to the yield
A wound has been healed for now
The two are as one
Shining gold in the sun
Gold in the sun light
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4. |
Magick
04:44
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There’s magick in the blossom of a tree
Magick in the thought of you and me
There’s sadness growing upwards from the ground
Sadness in the softness of the sound
Lying at the bottom of the sea
Crouching in the foothills of a tree
Crying at the breaking of the day
Time is taking everything away
Oh! Magick come, magick go!
Oh! Magick come, magick go!
Oh! Feel it in the wind that blows!
Oh! Magick come, magick go
There’s magick in the forming of the dew
Magick in the thought of me and you
There’s magick at the start and at the end
Whether we decay or we ascend
Oh! Magick come, magick go!
Oh! Magick come, magick go!
Oh! Feel it in the wind that blows!
Oh! Magick come, magick go!
Oh! Magick come, magick go!
Oh! Feel it in the wind that blows!
Oh! Magick come, magick go
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Celandine
05:34
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There’s a clearing in the trees
In a valley, by the ocean
There are voices in the woods
Where the yellow flowers grow
There’s a thought in my head
Of a time she was with me
But that time has now passed
And so I must go
To that place where there can be no cares
For she went there before me
I’ll pick Celandines for one last time
And I will lay them before me
And I will dream of her
When she was but a girl
In those woodlands she did wander
And she lay in soft beds of sweet Celandine
And those fine yellow blooms
Made a gift for her mother
And they lit up the room
And god knows she did too
When she was mine the stars aligned
And life spread out before me.
But now that time has gone.
For six months and a day I courted her gently
And wept thankful tears when she said she’d be mine
We wed early May as the blossom was falling
And she carried a spray of sweet Celandine
When she was mine the stars aligned
And life was set out before me.
But now that time has gone.
Thirty years they have passed
Like the passing of a summer
And my sweet Celandine oh I have missed her so
But a path lies ahead
That I might go and join her
And my time has now passed and so I must go
To that place where there can be no cares
For she went there before me
I’ll pick Celandines for one last time
And I will lay them before me
And I will be with her
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6. |
The Wreck
01:55
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The bones of my cottage are that of a ship
Hauled up the sheer cliff-face in 1606
Then dragged ‘long the sheep-path with sweat and with toil
And brought cross the meadow and set in the soil
Four hundred new harvests and springs has she seen
Four hundred dark winters and summers of green
And twelve generations have lived in her well
But still wonder I at her death in the swell
On black winter nights when the wind rushes round
I still think of her in the shallows aground
And from those stout timbers that came from afar
You can still taste the salt and the tang of the tar
And as I grow older and weary and worn
There’s comfort I take in this timber reborn
I stand on the floorboards that once were a deck
And thank all the gods that I live in a wreck!
And thank all the gods that I live in a wreck!
And thank all the gods that I live in a wreck!
She’s still going strong and I’ll live in her yet!
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7. |
Half Light
04:15
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A night with no air, as the world held its breath
A strange apprehension sat deep in my chest
Travelled so far, and the end still not in sight
But I’ll always remember what I saw in the half light.
No wind from the fields, not a whisper of leaves
No stars in the sky, no faith for a shield
The air was like tinder, with a sense it might ignite
And it won’t ever leave me, what I saw in the half light.
The trees gathered round: the Rowan and Oak,
The Hawthorn and Alder, had all been awoke
The scent of the Jasmine was heady and bright
And I scarce could believe what I saw in the half light
The breath of a breeze it sighed ‘gainst my face
The Spirit Of Verdure that dwelt in this place
And my heart it was pounding, but I could not take flight
Once my eyes fell upon what I saw in the half light
No I won’t ever speak of what I saw in the half light.
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8. |
Mayfly
05:23
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A life in a day
Not yet underway
Hiding your beauty till one day it’s taken away
Running from death
Like a young Gilgamesh
Pushing against the one thing we can never affect
We could live like a Mayfly
Sleep for a year, get high and then fall from the sky
Sleep for a year, get high and then fall from the sky
When you feel the sun
Is warm on your face
Wrap every moment inside of a loving embrace
Open your eyes
‘Cause now you can see
This is the day you become what you are meant to be
We could live like a Mayfly
Sleep for a year, get high and then fall from the sky
Sleep for a year, get high and then fall from the sky
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9. |
Undergrowth
04:02
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Down in the undergrowth
It's hard to keep your hope
And I’m flattened in the soil
Watching my dreams uncoil
Down where the earth is wet
It's easy to forget
The feeling of the sun
That's meant for everyone
And I’m waiting for the end
I’m waiting for it now
I want to see the forest
But something keeps me down
In the undergrowth
In the undergrowth
Down in the tangle here
Bound up in roots and fear
Down where the nettles sting
Down where it all begins
And I’m waiting for the end
I’m waiting for it now
I want to see the forest
But I can’t work out how
And I’m waiting for the end
I’m waiting for it now
I want to see the forest
But something keeps me down
In the undergrowth
In the undergrowth
Everybody’s searching for the light
But I don’t have the stomach for the fight
And I’m waiting for the end
I’m waiting for it now
I want to see the forest
But I can’t work out how
And I’m waiting for the end
I’m waiting for it now
I want to see the forest
And maybe you know how?
And I’m waiting for the end
I’m waiting for it now
I want to see the forest
And maybe you know how?
(In the undergrowth)
And I’m waiting for the end
(In the undergrowth)
And I’m ready for it now
(In the undergrowth)
I want to see the forest
(In the undergrowth)
And maybe you know how?
And I’m waiting for the end
I’m ready for it now
I wanted it forever
Not now
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10. |
The Turning of the Year
05:00
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Feel it in the breeze
Hear it in the trees
Taste it in the fear
The turning of the year
Feel it in the dew
And when I think of you
It is always near
The turning of the year
Feel the ebb of time
Feel the slow decline
Things they disappear
The turning of the year
Waning of the sun
The done becomes undone
The rolling of a tear
The turning of the year
Swallow on the wing
Leaving everything
Things they disappear
At the turning of the year
Time to let things lie
Time to say goodbye
Things become more clear
At the turning of the year
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11. |
The Summer Triangle
02:30
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Altair, Deneb, Vega and me
There's four of us here when there should be just three.
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