Wear Your Love Like Heaven
Color in sky, prussian blue Scarlet fleece changes hue Crimson ball sinks from view Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love) Lord, kiss me once more Fill me with song Allah, kiss me once more That I may, that I may Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love like) Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love) La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la Color sky, havana lake Color sky, rose carmethene Alizarin crimson Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love) Lord, kiss me once more Fill me with song Allah, kiss me once more That I may, that I may Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love like) Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love) La-la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la Cannot believe what I see All I have wished for will be All our race proud and free Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (Wear your love) Lord, kiss me once more Fill me with song Allah, kiss me once more That I may, that I may Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love like) Wear my love like heaven (Wear my love) Carmine Carmine
Mad John’s Escape
Mad John came down from Birmingham very hastily and from Borstal he had ran he made it down to Torquay good boy Mad John Mad John holed up in an allotment shed by a railroad siding in came the man for the watering can he didn’t see John hiding good boy Mad John chorus: mad mad Mad John, etc. Mad John met Jill in a transport cafe by the juke box loud and over double eggs chips and beans they made a solemn vow and Jill paid the bill
Skip-A-Long Sam
Come run jump skip a long sam a very happy man I am to know you are well and you’re doing fine kind-of puts at rest my mind How’s your brush and your lady fair not to mention your stained glass stair flower pot on window sill on top of honeycomb hill Have you found the secret door to let you down to the earth’s deep core you’ll be back in time for tea with a diamond to show me Come run jump skip a long sam a very happy man I am to know you are well and you’re doing fine kind-of puts at rest my mind How’s your brush and your lady fair not to mention your stained glass stair flower pot on window sill on top of honeycomb hill
Sun
Sun, the earth is turning it’s turning round and love is the access but they chop the tree down all the proud trees are standing as green as the sky as green as the greenstone that makes seabirds fly ovens area baking and the rivers run dry as dry as the ocean on wings of a fly go if you’re able and come if you can life’s very unstable it’s built upon sand marianne set the table an old friend I see marianne fetch the papers there’s two for tea
There Was A Time
There was a time I thought of mine only Could it be occurred to me while lonely I was noble personage Born to beautify the page If I used time to set it down There was a time I thought of mine only Could it be occured to me while lonely I was of high lineage Cast up in a dreadful age Born to be the hermit of my line On a windy Saturday St. Alban’s market day Little did I know the work I was to do Or the love I had to show
Oh Gosh
With your coat of many colours and the flowers in your hair you may while away the pleasant hours to think upon all that is fair think about it you’ll agree many miracles you’ll see miracles you’ll seee ee you’ll see ee ee, see ee ee, ee With the baby in your belly and the poems on your tongue you may chance to see me on your telly giving love to the newborn one to look upon and to touch oh gosh life is really too much life is really too much you’ll seee ee ee, seee ee ee, ee
Little Boy In Corduroy
A little boy in corduroy a little girl in lace a little coy jump for joy colour in a space little boy in corduroy after me say save a sunny wish for a rainy day how many wishes can you wish in a day wish i had a wish to wish a wish away take a seed thread a bead make a pretty thing in a deed plant a seed make a daisy ring little boy in corduroy after me say how many wishes can you wish in a day i wish i had a wish to wish a wish away little boy in corduroy
Under The Greenwood Tree
Under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me and tune his merry note unto the sweet bird’s throat come hither come hither come hither here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather Who doth ambition shun and love to live in the sun seeking the food he eats and pleased with what he gets come hither come hither come hither here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather and if it do come to pass that any man turn ass leaving his wealth and ease a stubborn will to please ducdame ducdame ducdame there shall he see gross fools as he an if he will come to me
The Land Of Doesn’t Have To Be
There is a land not far from the ears of sound the eyes of sight can’t see it’s over the trees you’ll be there by tomorrow’s breeze few people get there quick by their chosen road they don’t know it quicker to go by natural velocity there is a wall of doubt surrounding everything that’s there children fair they ride there on the dreamy mare and at the great big gate waiters wait they must fill the form denounce the norm they are torn twixt praise and scorn and in the dawning dawn yawners yawn not knowing they’ve been or they’ve seen what they’ve seen or never seen
Someone’s Singing
Oh, happy I am Call on the new day People and flowers Are one in the same They’re all in a chain At the beginning of a new world Someone’s singing and I think it’s me Someone’s living and oh gosh it’s me And so you see… Love is only feeling Feeling for you Love is only feeling Feeling for me [x2] Into your life There will come friends Maybe a wife Who to you sends Love with no game Part of a chain At the beginning of a new child Someone’s singing and I think it’s me Someone’s living and I think it’s me So you see… Love is only feeling Feeling for you Love is only feeling Feeling for you [x2] Oh, happy I am Roll on the new day Happy I am People and flowers Are one and the same They’re all in a chain At the beginning of a new world Someone’s painting and I think it’s me Someone’s living and oh gosh it’s me And so you see… Love is only feeling Feeling for you Love is only feeling Feeling for me [x3]
Song Of The Naturalist’s Wife
Do I see you coming home Coming home to me Could it be you that I see Coming home to me From your day by the sea Do I see your buckets full Buckets full of shells Could it be you that I see Buckets full of shells From your day by the sea Do I see you weary weave Weary weave your way Could it be you that I see Weary weave your way From your day by the sea
The Enchanted Gypsy
A day once dawned, As sleepers yawned A day of leaves so green-i-o That a man rode high In the tinker’s sky And begged me to go running-o And follow the path of the Gypsy-o Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady-o And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running-o On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o I passed the glade And took near shade Beneath an oak so twisty-o And a vision I saw As the crow did craw No more did I go searching-o One the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady-o And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running-o On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o His caravan Was painted by hand That’s touched every pebble in the ocean-o And the pictures there They move in thin air There forever telling-o The tails of the Enchanted Gypsy-o Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady-o And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running-o For to follow the path of the Gypsy-o La la la la la la la la [x6]
Voyage Into The Golden Screen
In the golden garden bird of peace Stands the silver girl the Wild Jewels niece Paints and pretty colors Children’s drawings on the wall Look of doubt I cast you out be gone your ragged call In the forest thick a trick of light Makes an image magnet to my sight Gown of purple velvet enchanted glazed eye The sound of wings and sparkling rings behold a crimson sky Tread to light so not to touch the grass Breathe the air so slowly as you pass Silent sudden dewdrop remains unseen until Eyes to fall to hidden call the power of Love and Will Symphonies of seaweed dance and swoon Surreal celestial shore beneath the moon See the dark and mighty peaks pierce the cumulus Violet and mauve they power you can sus' Elvin fingers clutch a deep black cloak of fine damask Aged rock incarnate lie reveal a jeweled cask
Isle Of Islay
How high the gulls fly O’er Ilay How sad the farm lad deep in play Felt like a grain on your sand How well the sheep’s bell music makes Roving the cliff when fancy takes Felt like a tide left me here How blessed the forest with birdsong How neat the cut peat laid so long Felt like a seed on your land
The Mandolin Man And His Secret
He came into town with his mandolin Calling all the people and they came to him He said I want to hear all that’s pretty He said I want to hear all that’s nice They laughed at him with his mandolin They left him there with his funny grin He said I want to hear all that’s pretty He said I want to hear all that’s nice The children of the town then came to him Magically called with his mandolin He said I want to hear all that’s pretty He said I want to hear all that’s nice They smiled at him with his mandolin Their eyes like his were sparkling He said I want to hear all that’s pretty He said I want to hear all that’s nice They said d’you want to hear all that’s pretty They said d’you want to hear all that’s nice La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la
Lay Of The Last Tinker
I can see by your eyes you’re a good man, and the sparkle of the ring on your hand. You have a muzzled dancing monkey, a little cup in a hairy hand. (I’ll) bring cheese with me. Won’t you bring bread and have some wine? Break cheese with me. Won’t you break bread and have some wine? A goat skinned tamborine what sites that has seen Blazing eyes of dances daughters of tinker queens. (I’ll) bring cheese with me. Won’t you bring bread and have some wine? Break cheese with me. Won’t you break bread and have some wine? Ya hang your cloak in a gypsy fashin. I see a scar of an ancient lashing. Born a babe in Macedonia to the shounds of seas a-crashing. Break cheese with me. Won’t you break bread and have some wine? Break cheese with me. Won’t you break bread and have some wine? I can see by your eyes you’re a good man, and the sparkle of the ring on your hand. You have a muzzled dancing monkey, a little cup in a hairy hand. I can see by your eyes you’re a good man, and the sparkle of the ring on your hand. You have a muzzled dancing monkey, a little cup in a hairy hand.
The Tinker And The Crab
On the windy beach the sun is shining through with weather fair White horses riding on the seas pasture onto the sand Over the Dunes came a travelling man Sack on back Wild flowers in his hand Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand and stare Scratching his beard through the grass he steered his sandy shoe Disappearing in the dips pondering and wandering along Nice as you please comes the travelling man Drinking a bottle of milk in his hand Speaking to no one in particular but happily Down where the gulls dance driftwood lying drying for the fire Yellow beak and sleek now the gulls are crying flying higher Out from the sea came a little green Crab Taking the Sun the morning being very drab Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand and stare The Tinker and the Crab The Tinker and the Crab The Tinker and the Crab
Widow With Shawl (A Portrait)
Dear Wind that shakes the barley free Blow home my true love’s ship to me, fill the sail I a-weary wait upon the shore. Forsake her not in times of storm Protect her oaken beams from harm, fill her sail I a-weary wait upon the shore. Whither he be in Africa or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams I a-weary wait upon the shore. Dear snow white gulls upon the wave I, like you, am lamenting, for my love. I a-weary cry upon the shore. And in my chariot of sleep, I ride the vast and dreamy deep deep sea. I awake a-weary on the shore. Seven years and Seven days, no man has seen my woman ways, dear God. I a-weary cry upon the shore. Along the shingled beach I go The wind about me as I make my way to my weary dream upon my bed. Dear Wind that shakes the barley free Blow home my true love’s ship to me, fill the sail. I a-weary wait upon the shore.
The Lullaby Of Spring
Spring has showered frae a drip Splash and trickle running, Plant has flowered in the sand Shell and pebble sunning; So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries In the misty, tangled sky, Fast a wind is blowing In a new born rabbit’s heart River life is flowing So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries From the dark and wetted soil, Petals are unfolding From the stony village "Kirke" Easter bells of old ring So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries Spring has flowered frae a drip, Slash and trickle running Plant has flowered in the sun Shell and pebble sunning So begins another spring Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries
The Magpie
The Magpie is a most illustrious bird dwells in a diamond tree one brings sorrow and one brings joy sorry and joy for me The Magpie is a most royal bird black and blue as night I would that I had feathers three black and blue and white I saw the gentle Magpie bird in the dusky yestereve one brings sorrow and one brings joy sorrow and joy for me…. sorrow and joy for me….
Starfish-On-The-Toast
Fine rock pooling coast this starfish on the toast the men in the crabbing boats they cry Far across the harbor and 'round the sandy cove the shepard with his pipe and sheepy drove big cloud tumbling high the amazing flying sky how the gulls are pillaging the town fan faring daffodilly trumpetingly small all along the bathing hut wall far across the empty beach the tide has left this world old men in tweed find study there Holding whelks and periwinkles tingling in his hand little does he know they hold him too Fine rock pooling coast this starfish on the coast the men in the crabbing boat they cry….
Epistle To Derroll
Come all ye starry starfish living in the deep blue sea crawl to me i have proposition to make thee would you walk the north sea floor to Belgium from England Bring me word of a banjo man With a tattoo on his hand. The spokesman of the starfish spoke as spokesman should "If’n you met our fee then certainly we would, If you cast a looking-glass upon the scallopped sand You’ll have word o' this banjo man with a tattoo on his hand." "Come ye starry starfish I know your ways are caped maybe its because your astrologically shaped, Converse with the herring shoals as I know you can Bring me word o' the banjo man with a tattoo on his hand." The eldest of the starfish spoke, after a sigh, "Youthfull as you are young man you have a 'Wisdom Eye'; Surely you must know a looking-glass is made from sand? These youngfish are fooling you about this banjo man." "Come then aged starfish Riddle me no more, for news I am weary and my heart is sore; All on the silent seashore, help me if you can, Tell to me if you know of this banjo man." "All through the seven oceans I am a star, most famed, Many 'leggys' have I lost and many have I gained, Strange to say quite recently I’ve been to Fleming Land And if you are courteous I’ll tell you all I can." "You have my full attention" I answered him with glee, His brother stars were twinkling in the sky above the sea So I sat there with rapt attention, on the sand, very anxious for to hear of the banjo man. "I have seen this tattooed hand through a ship port-hole, Steaming on the watery main through the waves so cold, Heard his tinkling banjo and his voice so grand but you must come to Belgium to shake his tattooed hand." "Gladly would I come oh gladly would I go, Had I not my work to do and my face to show, I rejoice to know he’s well but I must go inland, thank you for the words you brought of the banjo man." I walked along the evening sand as charcoal clouds did shift revealing the moon shining on the pebble drift Contemplating every other word the starfish said whistly winds they filled my dreams in my dreaming bed.