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Downtrodden
03:56
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They speak to me like i'm something
On the bottom of their shoe
So i'll unroll my clickers pouch
and do what I can do.
Foreman says that i'm top man
Fine patterns can I cut
My finest hour, he'll never see
The workshop doors locked shut
Chorus
Downtrodden in the morning
Downtrodden in the noon
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i don't get up soon
Downtrodden in the morning
Downtrodden in the noon
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i don't get up soon
I whistle high, I whistle low
I whistle while I stitch
My fingers bleed, my eyes they ache
This working life's a bitch!
Chorus
Downtrodden in the morning
Downtrodden in the noon
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i don't get up soon
Downtrodden in the morning
Downtrodden in the noon
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i don't get up soon
Soon they'll come and shut us down
They'll take the trade from me
No-one needs a working man
When machines will work for free
Chorus
Downtrodden in the morning
Downtrodden in the noon
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i don't get up soon
Downtrodden in the morning
Downtrodden in the noon
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i don't get up soon
Stretch and smooth and pull it tight
Needle, awl and thread
I was downtrodden all my life
I'll rise up 'fore i'm dead!
Chorus
Downtrodden in the morning
Downtrodden in the noon
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i don't kick back soon
Downtrodden in the morning
Downtrodden in the noon
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i don't kick back soon
I lace the shoes with my own hands
Still shining with my sweat
And every step and stride I take
I see her silouette
Chorus
Downtrodden in the morning
Downtrodden in the noon
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i don't kick back soon
Downtrodden in the morning
Downtrodden in the noon
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i don't kick back soon
Downtrodden, Downtrodden
I'll always be downtrodden
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i dont kick back soon
Downtrodden, Downtrodden
I'll always be downtrodden
I'll be downtrodden all my life
If i dont kick back soon
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2. |
Eleanor
05:12
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I recall, the day I met you
It's the day, both our lives would change
From that moment on I desired no other
Eleanor of Castille was your name
You became, my constant companion
By my side is where you would stay
Through thick, through thin and through ill health
You would love me til your dying day
I remember, we were at Acre
An assassin, with poison on his knife
The rumour is that it was you that saved me
For that alone I owed you my life
Or the times, we went riding
From our lodge, down amongst the woods
You in front and dressed all in white
Most assured within your womanhood
But, Eleanor, Now you've left me all alone
Where you rested, I shall build a cross of stone
A monument to all that we have here
Testament to a love we shared
I shall mourn you for the rest of my days
I shall pray to the lord above
You, who in living was deeply cherished
And in your passing, I cannot cease to love
Eleanor, Eleanor
I shall love you, til my dying day
Eleanor, Eleanor
I shall love you, til my dying day
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3. |
I am
03:14
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I am,yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange - nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Un-troubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below, above the vaulted sky
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
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4. |
William Digby Dolben
03:23
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William Digby Dolben, won't you come home to me?
No, my loving father, for I sail a boiling sea
William Digby Dolben, where are you my precious Son?
I seek the oily backs of whales under an African sun
Oh, Take care out there my only son
Beware the blistering heat
Don't lose your grip upon the oar
For the sea is vast and deep
William Digby Dolben must you travel the world so wide?
Yes, dear father, I must go, to prove my single mind
Dearest, William, weren't the fields and the sweet green woods enough?
No, Dear Pa, I long to see, the waves crash on the bluff
Oh, Take care out there, my only one,
Beware the blistering heat
Don't lose your grip upon the oar
for the sea is vast and deep
On the first day of September
Young, William, took the oar
The warm salt waters took him down
He'd be going home no more
William Digby Dolben, won't you come home to me?
No my loving father for I sail the boiling sea
William Digby Dolben, where are you my precious, Son
Full fathom five, my body lies
Underneath an African Sun
Oh, take care out there my only one
beware the blistering heat
Don't lose your grip upon the oar
for the sea is vast and deep
take care out there my only one
beware the blistering heat
Don't lose your grip upon the oar
for the sea is vast and deep
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5. |
Lighthouse
01:59
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Instrumental
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6. |
Meadow
04:00
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Whitethroat and blackcap come sing me to rest
when I am weary, take me to your breast
fill the wide air with your chattering song
Dear sweet green meadow
It's for you that I long
Down in the meadow my true love lies
Yarrow and Kingcup are all I desire
Soft grass and raindrops the riches I crave
My darling my meadow,
teach me your ways
Of the meadow
Of the meadow
Red Kite and Kestrel circle the sky
Henry is greedy, there's gold in his eye
He'll melt us all down to be weighed on the scale
and measure my meadow
By rod and by rail
Of the meadow
Of the meadow
I'll fight for my meadow, I'll swoop and I'll soar
to keep from the richest the land of the poor
Blackcap and Whitethroat will fight by my side
My true love, my meadow
O'er you I preside
Of the meadow
Of the meadow
Stonechat and Goldcrest of the meadow are born
Scatter and fly o'er the old abbey walls
Think of me sisters, when you're on the wing
Our true love, our meadow
It's of you that we sing.
Of the meadow
Of the meadow
Of the meadow
Of the meadow.
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7. |
Too close to the wind
04:02
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Farewell to you, my faithful Nancy
And a thousand times adieu;
For the constable comes up from Brackley Market
And a hundred volunteers too.
No more will we hide in the forest
For fear they might run us to ground
For the wild sea, we'd sailed upon it
Too close to the wind.
For twenty years, we have roved the highways
Of Northamptonshire.
From Daventry* down to the southern byways
We robbed both the rich and the poor.
For ofttimes our families were starving
And the highway it kept them alive,
So the wild sea, we sailed upon it
Too close to the wind.
Tonight I lie in a darkened dungeon
Condemned on the gallows to die,
While the man who gave us away is only
Bound for Australia.
No man could be found to defend us
Naught but abuse came our way,
For the wild sea, we'd sailed upon it
Too close to the wind.
The clouds they rise over Northampton market,
And the crowds pour into the town,
And the people will throng in the streets until sunset,
'Til the hangman cuts us down.
And fifty children of Culworth
Their fathers are taken away,
For the wild sea they sailed upon it
Too close to the wind.
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8. |
Lyveden
03:26
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Windows, barebones, frame the sky
small birds build their nests up high
The fledglings fall, their mothers sigh
Why are we born only to die?
Their tiny bones are built so strong
Like ours love, we waited long
The time waits still, the curlews cry
The Kites scream in the empty Sky
No window dressed in velvet fine,
Yet let it stand under the sky
Let stars be our ceiling light
The fire gives no warmth or light
The moon can be our chandelier
that lights our way to bed so clear
I'll never understand my dear
how life can leave me standing all alone
standing all alone
Ruins fall prey to the rain
grind stone back to stand again
Wind will take it inch by inch
wood will rot and nails will flinch!
Lyveden New Bield stand up tall
brace your backs and sure up walls
long and lovely, may you stand
testament to all we planned
(All we planned)
Windows, barebones, frame the sky
small birds build their nests up high
The fledglings fall, their mothers sigh
Why are we born only to die?
Their tiny bones are built so strong
Like ours love, we waited long
The time waits still, the curlews cry
The Kites scream in the empty Sky
Lyveden New Bield stand up tall
brace your backs and sure up walls
long and lovely, may you stand
testament to all we planned
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