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Go Dig My Grave
03:52
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Well I'll be gone these lonesome days
I turn again, these words I say:
Go dig my grave both wide and deep
Place a marble stone at my head and feet
Oh Lord oh Lord oh Lordie me (x2)
She went upstairs just to make her bed
And not one word to her mama said
Her mama she went upstairs too
Says "daughter oh daughter, what troubles you?"
"Oh, mama dear I cannot tell
That railroad boy I love so well..
He courted me, my love away
And now with me he will not stay"
Oh Lord oh Lord oh Lordie me (x2)
Her papa he come home from work
Says where's my daughter?
She seems so hurt
He went upstairs just to give her hope
And he found her hanging from a rope
Oh Lord oh Lord oh Lordie me (x2)
Well he took his knife and he cut her down
And in her bosom these words he found
"Go dig my grave both wide and deep
Place a marble stone at my head and feet
And on my breast place a snow white dove
To tell this world I died for love"
Oh Lord oh Lord oh Lordie me (x2)
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2. |
Mourning Dove
04:58
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A mourning dove, cries in the winter
A mournful sound, a cry for his love
Winter at my window, you wrap me in your solitude
I love your song, it calls me to your side
Wind around me as the snow flies
Winter at my window, you wrap me in your solitude
Oh...
A mourning dove calls from her nest
Branch over branch, a circle is drawn
Winter at my window, you wrap me in your solitude
In the dark of the morning, the hush of the night
Child, come home in the twilight
Winter at my window, you wrap me in your solitude
Oh...
A mourning dove, flies at dawn
Begin again as the light comes
Winter at my window, you wrap me in your solitude
And I will fly far far away
But I’ll return at the break of day
Winter at my window, you wrap me in your solitude
Oh...
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My Son David
05:17
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1.“O what is the blood that’s on your sleeve,
My son David, O son David?
What’s the blood that’s on your sleeve?
Come promise and tell me true.”
“Oh that’s the blood of my hunting hawk,
Oh lady mother, Oh lady mother;
That’s the blood of my hunting hawk,
‘cause he would not be ruled by me.”
2.“Oh that blood runs over clear,
My son David, Oh son David;
That blood is oh so clear,
Come promise, and tell me true.”
“Oh that’s the blood of my grey hound,
Oh lady mother, Oh lady mother;
That’s the blood of my grey hound,
For she wouldn't be ruled by me.”
3.“But that blood runs oh so clear,
My son David, Oh son David;
That blood is oh so clear,
Come promise and tell me true.”
“Oh that’s the blood of my grey mare,
Oh lady mother, Oh lady mother;
That’s the blood of my grey mare,
For she wouldn’t be ruled my me.”
4. “O That blood runs over clear,
Oh son David, my son David;
That blood it is oh so clear,
Come promise and tell me true.”
“This is the blood of my brother John,
My lady mother, Oh lady mother;
It is the blood of my brother John,
For he would not be ruled by me.
“Oh when will you come home again,
My son David, Oh son David?
When will you come home again?
Come promise and tell me true.”
“When the sun & the moon meet in yon glen,
My lady mother, Oh lady mother;
When the sun & the moon meet in yon glen,
And I hope that will never be.”
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My love, she says unto me, ’Do you like my garden so fair?
You may live in this garden, if you keep my grasses green.
And I'll return in the cool of the day’
CHORUS
Now is the cool of the day (x2)
Oh, this earth is a garden, the garden of my love.
And she walks in her garden in the cool of the day
Then my love, she says unto me
'Do you like my garden so pure?
You may live in this garden, if you keep my waters clean.
And I will return in the cool of the day'
CHORUS
Then my love, she says unto me
'Do you like my pastures of green?
You may live in this garden, if you will feed my lambs.
And I'll return in the cool of the day"
Last, my love, she says unto me
'Do you like my garden so free?
You may live in this garden, if you keep my people free.
And I'll return in the cool of the day"
CHORUS
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5. |
Ar Lan Y Môr
02:25
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Ar lan y môr mae rhosys cochion;
Down by the sea, red roses bloom;
Ar lan y môr mae lilis gwynion;
Down by the sea, white lilies are gleaming;
Ar lan y môr mae’ nghariad inne,
Down by the sea, my love is dwelling,
Yn cysgu’r nos a chodi’r bore.
Sleeping all night, rising up in morning.
Ar lan y môr mae carreg wastad
Down by the seaside is a flat stone
Lle bui’m yn siarad gair a’m cariad;
Where I spoke a word with my love;
Oddeutu hon mae teim yn tyfu
All around us grew the thyme
Ac ambell sbrigyn o rosmari
And there were sprigs of rosemary.
Ar lan y môr mae cerrig gleision
Down by the sea are blue stones;
Ar lan y môr mae blodau’r meibion;
Down by the sea are the flowers of men
Ar lan y môr mae pob rhinweddau
Down by the sea is every virtue;
Ar lan y môr mae nghariad inne
Down by the, my love is dwelling.
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6. |
Standing On The Shore
03:47
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Through the mist my ship has sailed,
Leaving me behind,
All the things left unsaid
That were in my mind.
When I stood on its deck
Strangely things I saw;
Strangely they have vanished now
Standing on the shore.
Memories of the seas I sailed,
Lands I gazed upon.
When I turned to draw the chart
All of them were gone.
Sandy hills lying round,
Nothing standing clear;
Softly light is falling through
Time was never here.
Headlands fading out of sight,
Horizons disappear;
Hazy shores and silent seas,
Nothing do I hear.
Air and water, grass and sand,
Merging into one;
In the silence of all this I am still alone.
The logbook closed, the ship has gone
As it has done before;
Where it sails no tongue can tell,
No one was on board.
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7. |
Soul Cake
02:41
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CHORUS
Soul, soul, soul cake,
please, good missus, a soul cake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry,
any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul,
three for the one who made us all
God bless the master of this house,
and the mistress also,
And all the little children that round your table grow
The cattle in your stable, the dog by your front door,
And all that dwell within your gates,
we wish you ten times more!
CHORUS
Go down into the cellar, and see what you can find,
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind.
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawberry
For we'll come no more a 'soulin this time next year
CHORUS
The streets are very dirty, my shoes are very thin,
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do,
If you haven't got a ha' penny, then God bless you
CHORUS (x2)
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8. |
Oh, Watch The Stars
05:00
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Oh, watch the stars, see how they run
Oh, watch the stars, see how they run
The stars run down at the setting of the sun
Oh, watch the stars, see how they run
Oh, watch the stars, see how they run
Ooh...
Oh, watch the moon, see how it shines
Oh, watch the moon, see how it shines
The moon goes up at the setting of the sun.
Oh, watch the moon, see how it shines
Oh, watch the moon, see how it shines
Ooh...
Oh, watch the wind, see how it blows
Oh, watch the wind, see how it blows
The wind comes up at the setting of the sun
Oh, watch the wind, see how it blows
Oh, watch the wind, see how it blows
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9. |
Awake Awake
04:11
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Awake, awake you drowsy sleeper
How can you lie in slumber so?
When your true love is going to leave you
Never to return anymore.
Oh Molly dear, go ask your mother
If you my bride, my bride can be
And then return and quickly, tell me
And I no more shall trouble thee
Oh no, I cannot ask my mother
She’s lying in her bed of rest
And in her hand, a silver dagger
To pierce the one that I love best
Oh Molly dear, go ask your father
If you my bride, my bride can be
And then return and quickly, tell me
And I no more shall trouble thee
Oh no, I cannot ask my Father
Such stories of love, he will not hear!
He’s laying in his bed of slumber
I must not trouble father dear
I wish I was in some lone valley
Where no one would ever hear
My food would be the grief and sorrow
My drink would be the briny tear.
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10. |
John O Dreams
05:07
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Poem - Sleeping And Waking - by Naomi Shihab Nye
(used with permission from Naomi Shihab Nye)
(Poem)
All night someone is trying to tell you something.
The voice is a harbor, pulling you from underneath.
Where am I, you say, what's this and who are you?
(Song Lyric)
When midnight comes, good people
homeward tread;
Seek now your blanket and your feather bed.
Home is the rover, her journey's over.
Yield up the darkness to old John of Dreams
Yield up the darkness to old John of Dreams
Across the hills the sun has gone astray;
Tomorrow's cares are many dreams away
The stars are flying, your candle's dying
Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams
Yield up the nighttime to old John of Dreams
(Poem)
The voice washes you up on the shore of your life.
You never knew there was land here.
(Song Lyric)
Poor man and rich man in the night are one;
All things are equal when the day is done.
Rest til tomorrow, lay down your sorrow.
All find their comfort in old John of Dreams
All find their comfort in old John of Dreams
Now as you sleep, dreams come winging clear;
The hawks of morning cannot harm you here.
Sleep is a river, flows on forever,
And for your boatman choose old John of Dreams
And for your boatman choose old John of Dreams
(Poem)
In the morning you are wakened by gulls.
Flapping at the window, they want you to feed them.
All day you break bread into small pieces,
becoming the tide covering your straight clear tracks.
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11. |
Great Trees
02:50
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Slowly, slowly they return
To the small woodland let alone:
Great trees, outspreading and upright,
Apostles of the living light.
Patient as stars, they build in air
Tier after tier a timbered choir,
Stout beams upholding weightless grace
Of song, a blessing on this place.
They stand in waiting all around,
Uprisings of their native ground.
Downcomings of the distant light;
They are the advent they await.
Receiving sun and giving shade,
Their life’s a benefaction made,
And is a benediction said
Over the living and the dead.
In fall their brightened leaves, released,
Fly down the wind, and we are pleased
To walk on radiance, amazed.
O light come down to earth, be praised!
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Moira Smiley Bristol, Vermont
Moira Smiley is a Singer / Composer. Touring & writing with the finest in various worlds of music, she brings clarity and visceral emotion to any song she sings. She accompanies herself on banjo, accordion, piano, and hand & body percussion. She's toured with Tune-Yards and Solas among many others. Moira recently sang with Tune-Yards on Jimmy Kimmel Live and The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. ... more
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