Windmills of the Mind

Description

(A double album pressed as a single disc: total running time: 79 minutes)

Acoustic Pop & Folk

ALBUM 1

Adam At The Window
Across the Universe
Cuaichín Ghleann Neifín [The Little Cuckoo of Glen Nefin]
The Windmills of Your Mind Take This Waltz

[Little Viennese Waltz]

Éirigh ‘s Cuir Ort Do Chuid Éadaí

[Rise Up & Put On Your Clothes]

The Curragh of Kildare
She’s Always a Woman To Me
Living Inside My Heart

ALBUM 2

Nansaí ‘Mhíle Grá [Nancy My Thousand Loves]
The Shades of Gloria
Ancient Rain
Being On the 23^rd of June
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
Pretty Saro
It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
Black is the Colour
If It Be Your Will

Adam at the window

Adam’s at the window

Staring at the apple trees on fire

Waiting for the windfall

That brings the smile of kings and their desire

Door blows in behind him

A floral pattern summer dress so gay

Burning in the sunlight

Too late to wait

For darkness won’t delay

To steal her cherry lips away

For while the careless tongues of sunlight

Slowly trickle down

The curve of hips her fingertips

In kissing sips we drown

Chorus:

And Adam will have his way

Adam will have his way

Adam’s on the island

Living in the land of love

Shadows lurk around him

Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love

Full and ripe the fruit hang

For when the prince arrives he will want more

And more and more he’ll drink from the canvas cup

The son of a swan will then loose his plumera

And he will wear a new age suit

And haunt the joints in town

And play a silver magic flute

And call his lovers down

Chorus:

And Adam will have his way

Adam will have his way

Adam’s at the easel

painting in the wrinkles and the grey

Waiting for November

Easy with the darkness of the day

Smiles a tear of gladness

And Adam’s at the window once again

He’s burning in the sunlight, etc

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Across the Universe

Words are flying out like
endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
are drifting through my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world

Images of broken light which
dance before me like a million eyes
That call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter shades of life
are ringing through my open ears
exciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which
shines around me like a million suns
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

Jai guru deva

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Cuaichín Ghleann Neifín

(Traditional)

Ó éireoidh mé amárach le fáinne an lae ghlé ghil

Agus déanfaidh mé mo dhea-rás amach faoi na sléibhte

Agus fágfaidh mé mo bheannacht ag mná deasa an tsaoil seo

Agus dheamhan an pilleadh abhaile domh go labhraí an chuach i mbarr na gcraobh ann.

Tá mo ghrá mar bhláth na n-airní a bíos a’ fás i dtús a’ tsamhraidh

Nó mar nóiníní bána a bíos ag snámh insna gleannta

Nó mar a bheadh grian os cionn Carna insan tsráid ag gabháil síos domh

Is mar siúd a bíos mo ghrá bán ag déanamh rámhailte trí m’intinn.

Nach aoibhinn don áiléar a mbíonn mo ghrá geal ag gabháil air

Nach aoibhinn don talamh a shiúlann a bróg air

Nach ró-aoibhinn don óigfhear a gheobhas mo stóirín le pósadh

‘Sí réalteolais na maid’ne í agus drúcht an tráthnóna.

The Little Cuckoo of Glen Nefin

O I will arise tomorrow at the dawn of the bright day

And make my passion-dash out to the mountains

And heap all my blessings on the fair women of the world

And the devil take me if I return before the cuckoo-call of first foliage.

The blossom of the sloe is like my own true love

It does be in full flower at the start of summer

She’s also like the little white daisies swimming in the deep glen –

It’s just like that my love puts my mind in a whirl.

Isn’t it pleasant for the boards where she treads her dear feet?

Isn’t it pleasant for the ground that graces her delicate shoe?

But isn’t even more pleasant for that young man who wins her hand in marriage?

She’s the star of knowledge of morning and the sweet dew of evening!

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The Windmills of Your Mind

Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,

Never-ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel;

Like a snowball down a mountain or a carnival balloon,

Like a carousel that’s turning running rings around the moon,

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,

And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space –

Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.

Like a tunnel that you follow to a tunnel of its own,

Down a hollow to a cavern where the sun has never shone;

Like a door that keeps revolving in a half-forgotten dream

Or the ripples from a pebble someone tosses in a stream,

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face,

And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space –

Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.

Keys that jingle in your pocket; words that jangle in your head.

Why did summer go so quickly? Was it something that I said?

Lovers walk along the shore and leave their footprints in the sand.

Is the sound of distant drumming just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway and the fragments of a song;

Half-remembered names and faces, but to whom do they belong?

When you knew that it was over were you suddenly aware

That the autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair?

Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel,

Never-ending or beginning on an ever-spinning reel;

As the images unwind like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind.

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Take This Waltz (Little Viennese Waltz)

Now in Vienna there’s ten pretty women.

There’s a shoulder where death comes to cry.

There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows.

There’s a tree where the doves go to die.

There’s a piece that was torn from the morning,

And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

Ay, ay ay ay

Take this waltz, take this waltz,

Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws.

O I want you, I want you, I want you

On a chair with a dead magazine.

In the cave at the tip of the lily,

In some hallway where love’s never been.

On a bed where the moon has been sweating,

In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

Ay ay ay ay

Take this waltz, take this waltz,

Take its broken waist in your hand.

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz

With its very own breath of brandy and death,

Dragging its tail in the sea.

There’s a concert hall in Vienna

Where your mouth had a thousand reviews.

There’s a bar where the boys have stopped talking,

They’ve been sentenced to death by the blues.

Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture

With a garland of freshly cut tears?

Ay, ay ay ay

Take this waltz, take this waltz,

Take this waltz, it’s been dying for years.

There’s an attic where children are playing,

Where I’ve got to lie down with you soon,

In a dream of Hungarian lanterns,

In the mist of some sweet afternoon.

And I’ll see what you’ve chained to your sorrow,

All your sheep and your lilies of snow

Ay, ay ay

Take this waltz, take this waltz

With its “I’ll never forget you, you know!”

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz

With its very own breath of brandy and death,

Dragging its tail in the sea.

And I’ll dance with you in Vienna,

I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise.

The hyacinth wild on my shoulder

my mouth on the dew of your thighs.

And I’ll bury my soul in a scrap book
with the photographs there and the moss.

And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty,

my cheap violin and my cross.

And you’ll carry me down on your dancing

to the pools that you lift on your wrist —

O my love, o my love,
Take this waltz, take this waltz,

it’s yours now. It’s all that there is.

La la la…etc

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Éirigh ‘s Cuir Ort Do Chuid Éadaigh

(Traditional)

Éirigh ‘s cuir ort do chuid éadaigh

Go mbearraidh mé féin do chúl

Go dtéidh muid soir Easbog na hÉirne

Go gceangaltar mé ‘gus tú

Tá grá ‘gus cion agam féin ort

A chuid den tsaoghal éaluigh liom

‘S nach daoiní dona gan chéill óró

‘Sgarfadh ó chéile sinn.

Aisling a chonnaic mé ‘réir

Ar mo leabaidh ‘gus mé ‘mo luighe

Go dtáinig sí chugam mar fhéirín

Ainnir na gciabh-fholt buidhe

Bhí a h-ór-fholt snoighte go féar léi

‘S níl tuile ‘a mhéid nach gclaoidhfeadh

Ó’s a Rí cé’r mhisde den chléir é

Go gcodlochainn aréir le mnaoi.

‘S truaigh gan mise ‘s an niamh bheag

Na léice mílte ó chuan

I n-oileán a’ Chlochair Bhig Chraobhaigh

Mar ‘thuiteas na néallta ‘un suain

An áit a mbíonn nead ag an éanlaith

An t-iolar, a’ ghéag ‘s a’ chuach

Is go gcuirfinn-se geasa ‘r an éan bheag

Solas a’ lae ‘thabhairt uainn

Nuair a théim-se chun aifrinn Dé Domhnaigh

‘Sé d’fhiafraigheas na stócaigh díom

“A Chormaic, an bhfuil tusa pósta

Nó an aithnigheann tú d’óige a chlaoidh?”

‘Sé dúirt mé ‘s deirim féin leobhtha

Go n-aithnighim go mór, faraor

Is a’ méid agaibh atá gan phósadh

Is agaibh tá spórt an tsaoghail

Cúradh mo chroí ar a’ phósadh

Is ar bhuachaillí óg’ an tsaoghail

Is go mb’ fhearr daobhtha cailín beag óg deas

Ná bean is na puntaí léi

An oíche mhór fhada sa gheimhreadh

Nár dheas a bheith súgradh léi

Is neamh-ionann ‘s an chailleach bhuidhe ‘ srannfaigh

Is í ‘tarraingt an phlaincéid léi!

Éirigh ‘s cuir ort do chuid éadaigh

Go mbearraidh mé féin do chúl

Go dtéidh muid soir Easbog na hÉirne

Go gceangaltar mé ‘gus tú

Tá grá ‘gus cion agam féin ort

A chuid den tsaoghal éaluigh liom

‘S nach daoiní dona gan chéill óró

‘Sgarfadh ó chéile sinn.

Rise Up and Put on Your Clothes

Rise up and put on your clothes and I’ll trim your hair

And we’ll go over to the Bishop of Erne

To make the bans between me and you.

I love you more than words can tell,

My joy of the world! Won’t you elope with me?

But there’s bad folk, folk without sense,

Trying to pull us apart.

A vision appeared to me last night in bed as I lay asleep.

That she came to me as a gift

That maid of the golden tresses

Her hair fell in coils on the grass at her feet

In floods and filigree that wouldn’t stay put

O King! I wouldn’t give a rap for the clergy

If I slept last night with such a maid!

It’s a pity that me and my little radiance

Can’t be in some stony retreat miles from harbour

In the island of the little branchy stone fort

As the clouds fall asleep

Where there are nests for the wild fowl, the eagle, its chicks and the cuckoo.

I would put a spell on the little bird

To take the light of day away from us.

When I go to mass of a Sunday the lads all corner me and ask:

“Cormac, are you married yet,

Or do you feel that your youth is depleting?”

I answer them simply by saying:

“I feel that greatly, alas.

Those of you who aren’t married

Enjoy the pleasures of the world.”

Marriage is the bane of my life

And likewise the boys of the world

That they would prefer a pretty young girl

To a woman of substance

During the big long winter’s nights

Wouldn’t it be nice to be cuddling in there?

Not the same as the yellow hag

Snoring and pulling the blanket into her.

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The Curragh of Kildare

(Traditional)

The winter it is past and the summer’s come at last

And the small birds are singing in the trees

Their little hearts are glad but mine is very sad

Since my true love is far away from me

And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare

For ‘tis there I’ll find tidings of my dear

The rose upon the briar and the waters running clear

It brings joy to the linnet and the bee

Their little hearts are blessed but mine can know no rest

Since my true love is far away from me

And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare

For ‘tis there I’ll find tidings of my dear

A livery I’ll wear and I’ll comb back my hair

And in velvet so green I will appear

And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare

For ‘tis there I’ll find tidings of my dear

Oh you who are in love and cannot it remove

I pity the pain that you endure

For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe

A woe that no mortal can cure.

And straight I will repair to the Curragh of Kildare

For ‘tis there I’ll find tidings of my dear

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She’s Always A Woman To Me

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes,
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child but she’s always a woman to me.

She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you,
She can ask for the truth but she’ll never believe you,
And she’ll take what you give her as long as it’s free,
Yes, she steals like a thief but she’s always a woman to me.

Oh, she takes care of herself,
She can wait if she wants, she’s ahead of her time,
Oh, and she never gives out and never gives in,
She just changes her mind.

And she’ll promise you more than the Garden of Eden,
Then she’ll carelessly cut you and laugh while you’re bleedin’
She’ll bring out the best and the worst you can be, Blame it all on yourself ‘cause she’s always a woman to me.

Mmmm….

Oh, she takes care of herself,
She can wait if she wants, she’s ahead of her time,
Oh, and she never gives out and never gives in,
She just changes her mind

She’s frequently kind and she’s suddenly cool,
She can do as she pleases, she’s nobody’s fool,
She can’t be convicted, she’s earned her degree
And the most she can do is throw shadows at you

…but she’s always a woman to me.

Mmmm….

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Living Inside My Heart

When the sun came up this morning

And she smiled her smile for me

I felt it for the first time

Something deep inside of me

So you can take your midnight ramblin’, boy,

And you can keep your winding roads.

She’s living inside my heart now,

Living inside.

Living inside my heart now,

Living inside.

Oh, there’s an easiness about her,

And there’s a softness in her ways;

But she gets me through the hard times;

We get closer every day.

I know I’ll never live alone now, boy,

‘Cause even if I’m far away

She’s living inside my heart now,

Living inside.

Living inside my heart now,

Living inside.

And I don’t know what I did to deserve her,

But I tell you this, my friend,

I’m never gonna loose her, never gonna loose her,

‘Cause every night…

She’s living inside my heart now,

Living inside.

Living inside my heart now,

Living inside.

Oh, and I’d never believe it

How much someone had come to mean to me

Inside my heart, inside my heart,

Inside my heart, inside my heart.

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A Nansaí ‘Mhíle Grá

(Traditional)

A Nansaí, ‘mhíle grá, a bhruinneal ‘tá gan smál

Go bhfeice mise an t-ádh ‘gus an séan ort

Ba ghile do dhá lámh ná cubhar geal na trá

Ná an eala ‘s í ag snámh ar an Éirne

Ba ghlaise liom do shúil ná braon beag den drúcht

‘S ba bhinne liom-sa thú ná na téadaí

Mura n-éalóidh tusa liom-sa, titfidh mise i lionndubh

Is cuirfear insa chill i do dhiaidh mé.

Is iomaidh sin guth mná a chluinim ins gach áird

I bhfus agus taobh thall den Éirne

Ó Chorcaigh na gCuan ‘s go Béal Átha na Sluaighe

‘S í Nansaí ‘thug buaidh ar an mhéid sin

A Mhuire ‘gus a Dhia, nárbh aoibhinn é ár saol!

Dá mbéinn-se ‘gus í le chéile

Tráthnóna aoibhinn ciúin – Ó mise ‘gus mo rún!

Ag cogarnaigh ar uaigneas sléibhe.

Beir litir uaim-sa suas chuig Nansaí chaoin na gcuach

Is aithris dí gur buartha atá mé

Aithris aríst nach gcodhlaím féin aon oíche

Le harraing atá fríd mo thaobh dheis

Aithris dá súil, aithris dá cúl

Aithris dá méin mhaith chéillí

Aithris dá ceann is dá béilín ‘tá binn

‘S gur ghiorraigh sí go cinnte mo laetha.

Nancy, My Thousand Loves

Nancy, my thousand loves, o damsel without blemish!

I bestow upon you good luck and prosperity!

Your two arms are whiter than the white foam of the waves,

And whiter than the swan as she swims on Lough Erne

Your eyes are greener to me than (light shining through) a tiny drop of dew

Sweeter to me you are than the (sound of harp) strings.

If you don’t elope with me, I’ll fall to the black beer

And I’ll be put in my grave in your wake.

It’s many a woman’s voice I hear in every place,

Far and near and on the other side of Lough Erne.

From Cork of the Harbours to Ballinasloe,

Nancy is the one who tops them all.

O Mary, O God! Wouldn’t our life be simply bliss!

If she and I could be together – a quiet pleasant evening,

Me and my heart’s desire, whispering on the loneliness of the mountain.

Take a letter to gentle Nancy of the Loves

And recite to her that I am deep in sorrow

Recite to her again that I get no sleep at night

With arrows piercing sharply through my left side

Recite it to her eyes, recite it to her curls,

Recite it to her brilliant mind so full of wisdom,

Recite it to her head, to her little mouth so calm,

That she has diminished my days for certain.

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The Shades of Gloria

I am going to the country
Going down that verdant lane
With nothing but a whistle in my hand
And a pocket full of rain
Can you hear that distant sound
Coming down the West Clare railway
Running with the shades of Gloria

The wind is full of memories
That murmur and sigh
Hills lie in the foaming grass of Clare
Below the cold moon’s eye
But you should come and see them now
When they are on fire
And running with the shades of Gloria

And the waves roll at the headland
When the tide is rising there
And here there is starlight falling
Down on the hills of Clare
I knew them when I was hungry
And I knew when I was scared
To go running with the shades of Gloria

And I am going to the country
Where Miko in his prime
Weaves a thread of melody
In his own sweet time
You can hear him sing and whistle
Anytime you care
To go running with the shades of Gloria

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Ancient Rain

Summer time is almost gone

And every clock an hour put on

Last night we danced and merry made

Under the full moon madness played

An older witch danced with me

Later she sat on my knee

A fiddler flashed his fiddler’s grin

To hell and back from lock to chin

Ancient rain, pouring down,

Wipe my bones to the ground

Ancient rain, pouring down,

Wipe my bones to the ground

The witch was clean pushed of my knee

By one born one day after me

We went home with lock and key

She left me in the morning

I slept on till one o’clock

My head felt like a concrete block

I drank some whiskey and I drank it hot

On the first day of winter

Ancient rain, pouring down,

Wipe my bones to the ground

Ancient rain, pouring down,

Wipe my bones to the ground

The demons taunt in pagan times

The past and present now in rhyme

Two hands that squeezed my life away

On this the holy All-Saints Day

I slept on till one o’clock

My head felt like a concrete block

I drank some whiskey and I drank it hot

On the first day of winter

Ancient rain, pouring down,

Wipe my bones to the ground

Ancient rain, pouring down,

Wipe my bones to the ground

Ancient rain, pouring down,

Wipe my bones to the ground

Ancient rain, pouring down,

Wipe my bones to the ground

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Being on the 23rd of June

(Traditional)

Being on the 23rd of June

As I sat weaving all on my loom [x2]

I heard a thrush singing in yon bush

And the song he sang was the Jug of Punch.

La di da da di etc.

What more diversion can a man desire

Than to court a girl by a neat turf fire [x2]

Upon his knee

a pretty wench

Aye, and on the table a Jug of Punch

La di da da di etc.

Well if I get drunk, well my money’s my own

And them don’t like me just leave me alone [x2]

I’ll tune me fiddle and I’ll rosin’ me bow

Aye and I’ll be welcome where e’er I go.

La di da da di etc.

When I am dead, aye and in my grave

No costly tombstone will I crave [x2]

Just lay me down in my native peat

With a jug of punch at my head and feet.

La di da da di etc.

When I am dead and left in my mould

At my head and feet place a flowing bowl [x2]

And every young man that passes by

He shall have a drink and remember I.

La di da da di etc.

Being on the 23rd of June

As I sat weaving all on my loom [x2]

I heard a thrush singing in yon bush

And the song he sang was the Jug of Punch.

La di da da di etc.

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The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

The first time ever I saw your face

I thought the sun rose in your eyes

And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave

To the dark and the endless skies, my love,

To the dark and the endless skies

And the first time ever I kissed your mouth

I felt the earth move in my hands

Like the trembling heart of a captive bird

That was there at my command, my love,

That was there at my command

And the first time ever I lay with you

I felt your heart so close to mine

And I knew our joy would fill the air

And t’would last till the end of time, my love,

And t’would last till the end of time

And the first time ever I saw your face… your face…

your face… your face… your face…

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Pretty Saro

(Traditional)

Down in some lone valley

In a lonesome place

Where the wild birds do whistle

Their notes do increase

Farewell, Pretty Saro,

I’ll bid you adieu

But I’ll dream of my darlin’

Wherever I go.

Your parents don’t like me

So I understand

They want a freeholder

And I have no land

I cannot maintain you

On silver and gold

Nor buy all the fine things

That a big house can hold

Farewell to my father

And my old mother too

I’m goin’ to ramble

This country all through

And when I get tired

I’ll sit down and weep

And I’ll dream of my darlin’

Pretty Saro, my sweet

It’s not the long journey

I’m dreadin’ to go

Nor leavin’ this country

For debts that I owe

There’s nothin’ that grieves me

Nor troubles my mind

Like leaving my darlin’

Pretty Saro behind

If I were a merchant

And could write a fine hand

I’d write a love letter

So she’d understand

But I’ll travel down the river

Where the waters do flow

And I’ll dream of Pretty Saro

Wherever I go.

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It’s all over now, Baby Blue

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out there the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
The sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they’re all rowing home
Your empty-handed armies, they’re all going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, there’s something that calls for you
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start a new
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
All rights reserved. Lyrics used by permission.

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Black is the Colour

(Traditional)

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair

Her face is something wondrous fair

The clearest eyes and the dearest hands

I love the ground where on she stands

I love my love and well she knows

I love the grass where on she goes

And still I hope the time will come

When she and I will be as one

Black is the colour of my true love’s hair

Her face is something wondrous fair

The clearest eyes and the dearest hands

I love the ground where on she stands

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If It Be Your Will

If it be your will

That I speak no more,

And my voice be still

As it was before;

I will speak no more

I shall abide until

I am spoken for,

If it be your will.

If it be your will

That a voice be true,

From this broken hill

I will sing to you.

From this broken hill

All your praises they shall ring

If it be your will

To let me sing…

From this broken hill

All your praises they shall ring

If it be your will

To let me sing.

If it be your will,

If there is a choice,

Let the rivers fill,

Let the hills rejoice.

Let your mercy spill

On all these burning hearts in hell,

If it be your will

To make us well.

And draw us near

And bind us tight,

All your children here

In their rags of light;

In our rags of light,

All dressed to kill;

And end this night,

If it be your will.

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