Miscellaneous Songs
Incredible String Band
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The Incredible String Band

(1966)

Maybe Someday

(Mike Heron)

Maybe someday she will come, come along long
Maybe someday she will come, come along long
Maybe someday she will come, come along long
Maybe someday she will come along

Sitting here with my arms around my music
Thinking of the girl that I might spend
The whole of my days with

Until then I will do the best that I can
And any fine young girl that I might meet'That I could use, keep my eye on.

Mother tried the very best that she could do,
That was no good, the one she chose,
I did not like the way her teeth grew.

One fine day I took a walk down by the river,
Fair maid did lie and she did sigh
As I stooped down to kiss her.

October Song

(Robin Williamson)

I'll sing you this October song,
Oh, there is no song before it.
The words and tune are none of my own,
For my joys and sorrows bore it.

Beside the sea
The brambly briars in the still of evening,
Birds fly out behind the sun,
And with them I'll leavng.

The fallen leaves that jewel the ground,
They know the art of dying,
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts,
In the scarlet shadows lying.

When hunger calls my footsteps home,
The morning follows after,
I swim the seas within my mind,
And the pine-trees laugh green laughter.

I sed to search for happiness,
And I used to follow pleasure,
But I found a door behind my mind,
And that's the greatest treasure.

For rulers like to lay down laws,
And rebels like to break them,
And the poor priests like to walk in chains,
And God likes to forsake the.

I met a man whose name was Time,
And he said, "I must be goin,"
But just how long that was,
I have no way of knowing.

Sometimes I want to murder time,
Sometimes when my heart's aching,
But mostly I just stroll along,
The path that he is taking.

When the Music Starts To Play

(Mike Heron)

All my life and it's been a short one;
I've met the happy and the sad together.
I chased the soft warm air that flew before me,
And through the storm on wings of love,
The song of life bore me.

And when the music starts to play let e be around, (I said)
When the music starts to play let me be around.
Oh, can't you see how my heart soars high,
When I hear that music.
When the music starts to play let me be around.

When sadness lays his cold fist on my shoulder,
And pushes me in icy waters drowning,
The gentle hand of music lifts me smiling,
And through these sounds my heart takes bounds,
I happy am.

Womankind

(Robin Williamson)

I sing for love of womankind,
I have one in my heart and mind,
Low, my heart aches for her.

My soul swims naked in her streams,
And in her meadows lies to dream,
Hay, what need to waken.

Her breast blow blossom in my hands,
Her eyes shine moons on secret lands,
As through my clouds her raven thoughts go flying.

Space nearly parts and nearly joins,
Love's magic song moans through her loins,
Well hay, the lead long sweets of loving.

Machine glow always in her sun,
Have nothing lost and nothing won,
Oh, now what fear can chain her?

Oh blest is he that joys and grieves,
Who wears the cap the rainbow weaves
No, around his body.

The Tree

(Mike Heron)

I had a Tree, in the dream hills where my childhood lay.
And I'd go there in the wide, long days,
And my Tree would listen to all that I'd say.

And the sun was shining brightly,
And the sky was smiling,
And the sun was shining brightly,
And the sky was smiling.

Dandelion Blues

(Robin Williamson)

You meet a girl,
She moves soft eyes and pulls you in the game.
Perhaps you do not wonder her reasons or her name.
You'll follow her on out the room,
How sweet her body flows,
Say take it easy,
Make it lazy,
That's the way to go.

Do believe it's easy, Do believe it's easy,
Do believe it's easy don't even have to try.

You may lip your flute or pick your strigs to hear the music grow,
Maybe you'll stand by a while, it all comes through you so,
Just maybe you will hit magic sounds that call you to your heart,
And gently you will follow down and view yourself apart

Do believe it's easy, Do believe it's easy,
Do believe it's easy don't even have to try.

If when the moon's a toothy smile you meet a whirling wind,
Whirls you clear to nowhere and forgets where you came in,
There is no call to worry, or be sorry that you came,
You may maze along there for a space, oh buddy and then come back to your name.

Do believe it's easy, Do believe it's easy,
Do believe it's easy don't even have to try.

Now, if your man gets busted and you hope to go his bail,
Suppose you cannot borrow money, you may go to borrow the mail,
Yes, if yor mangets busted and you hope to go his fine,
You may laze along to the judge's house, sweet woman, and set it on he line.

Do believe it's easy, Do believe it's easy,
Do believe it's easy don't even have to try.

Oh, Lord How Happy I Am

(Mike Heron)

Oh, Lord how happy I am,
Oh, Lord how happy I am,
I won't feel sad 'till the whiskey's gone.
Oh, Lord how happy I am.

Oh, when I met my first woman,
You know, she was nice and kind as can be.
Now she go walking out all over towwn,
And she do just what she please.
Well, if she thinks I'm sitting here
An' I'm waiting for her to come home,
She wanna come a little closer to me right now,
And I'll tell you how happy I am.

Now, a whole lot of women in this world,
They making trouble for all you men;
They're strutting around all over town,
And then walking back home again;
Well, if you think that she's got you down,
And she's started to count to ten,
Just look at her with one eye closed,
And sing to her again.

Smoke Shovelling Song

(Robin Williamson)

Last winter blew so cold no lies,
And my fire smoke would not rise;
Soon as the smoke tried to depart,
It'd be froze up harder thatn a landlord's heart.

There was an airplane stuck in it,
But I didn't notice at first it was so cunningly disguised as a dragon.

And anyone telling a bigger story would have to be telling a lie,
Anyone making a bigger one up would have to be very high.

I called up the police and they came around
Three days later and very brought down.
The sergeant he gave me this hysterical croak.
Says, "What do you think you have going here, some kind of joke?"
(of course I wasn't laughing)

He says, "You're causing us officers so much grief,
Why don't you give us some relief?
Why don't you call the fire brigade?
Or maybe why don't you try shovelling the smoke up the chimney with a spade."

I borrowed a spade from the woman next door,
And I broke up the smoke that remained on the floor,
I was shovelling away, 'till the closing day singing a smoke-shovelling song.

After working so hard I went out to my yard,
And I looked up to my chimney so long, (there was nothing to see there)
Just a thousand foot high, way into the sky,
Was a pillar of smoke full of song.

There was an airplane stuck in it,
But I didn't notice at first it was so cunningly disguised as a dragon.

Came the summer at last, though it was rainy and fast,
The pillar it melted away,
The airplane fell with a big smoky smell,
And echoing around all over the town,
Was the words of the smoke shovelling song.

Any anyone telling a bigger story would have to be telling a lie,
And anyone think a bigger one up,
Have to be very high.

Can't Keep Me Here

(Mike Heron)

I'm going way over the white skyline
And I'll sing and be happy
And you can't keep me here no how.

And I'll sing and be happy
And my world is my own
And I'll do what I want to
And you can't keep me here no how.

Hey baby, don't cry for me
Hey baby, when the sun comes up I'll be free.

And I'm going way over the white skyline
And I'll sing and be happy
And you can't keep me here no how.

Ah baby, don't cry for me
Hey baby, when the sun comes up I'll be free.

And I'm going way over the white skyline
And I'll sing and be happy
Cause you can't keep me here no how.

Good As Gone

(Robin Williamson)

A strange thought just crossed my mind paid the rains back in kind.
Twas the thought of sweet May coming on.
The days are running so slow, my heart is aching to go,
And my feet surely itch for the road.

Um the long hard summer.
Oh now the summer long.
Things I must do places to see,
Things I must do, I've nothing now to hold me here,
And I'll take the southward road.

I have been tied to this land since the day I was planned,
By the need to feed my body and my mind;
Look can you work 'till you're grey, waste your whole life away;
What security then do you find?

I doon't have no one to cheat, don't have no one to beat,
I just need some roon to uncurl,
I don't have no aim in view, just some dreams to pursue,
As I wallow around in the world.

Footsteps of the Heron

(Mike Heron)

One day as I sat in a big noisy crowd,
There was me and the whole of my conscience.
And I thought that I wouldn't be missed if I went,
And that my going would be of no importance.

And I've nothing to do,
And I've nowhere to go;
I'm not in the slightest way upset.
I'm not chasing a hope,
Or a dream or a plan;
And I'm not even chasing the sunset.

The pussycat laughed and he followed me down,
As we walked through the crowds without motion;
He said he would stay, but he ran clear away,
I just laughed at his lack of devotion.

I met this fink, tried to buy me a drink,
And he says, I don't care 'bout no money."
I said, "Neither do I, but I'd buy you a guy,
If I thought you were trying to get funny."

This man I did meet, spoke to me through his feet,
And he said, "I don't care either 'bout no money."
I said, "Neither do I but I buy wings to fly,
'Cause without them the sun ain't so sunny."

Everything's Fine Right Now

(Mike Heron)

Who's that knocking on my door?
Can't see no-one right now.
Got my baby here by me,
Can't stop, no, no, not now.

Oh, come a little closer to my breast,
I'll tell you that you're the one I really love the best,
And you don't have to worry about any of the rest,
'cause everything's fine right now.

And you don't have to talk and you don't have to sing,
You don;t have to do nothing at all;
Just lie around and do as you please, you don't have for to fall.

Oh, come a little closer to my breast,
I'll tell you that you're the one I really love the best,
And you don't have to worry about any of the rest,
'cause everything's fine right now.

Oh, my, my, it looks kind of dark.
Looks lie the night's rolled on.
Best thing you do is just lie here by me, of course only just until the dawn.

Oh, come a little closer to my breast,
I'll tell you that you're the one I really love the best,
And you don't have to worry about any of the rest,
'cause everything's fine right now.

The Chelsea Sessions

(1967 released 1997)

Lover Man

(Mike Heron)

Baby come tell me 'bout your tree-house
And your candy-strped pet mouse
And your car that has feet
Hey come tell me 'bout your eyebrows that meet
And my baby won't you tell me 'bout your chilblains
And your right eyeball's growing pains
And your purple tractor that sings
Hey come tell me all of those things

But if you want to tell me some more
Think you can
Oh babe tell me 'bout your lover man

You know I'm talking 'bout him
He's one that's strutting around
Each time I get out of town
You know the one that I mean
He's one that's stealing my scene away
Baby I'm talking 'bout him

Oh baby won't you tell me 'bout your black rose
And the garden where your love grows
Among the cabbages and beans
Hey come tell me why your primroses are green

But if you want to tell me some more
Think you can
Oh babe tell me 'bout your lover man

You know I'm talking 'bout him
He's one that's strutting around
Each time I get out of town
You know the one that I mean
He's one that's stealing my scene away
Baby I'm talking 'bout him
He's one that's stealing my cream away
Baby I'm talking 'bout him
Talking 'bout your lover man
Talking 'bout him

Born In Your Town

(Robin Williamson)

Born in your town on this young morning
Oh certainly I have good luck coming
Sadly sadly have I mourned making heavy my burden
Such toils to entwine me
No more to endure them

A lover is to me she is my companion
Six strings at my hand to the morning I tuned them
Oh warm room I have and a warm place for sleeping
Black coffee to waken me
No more to be dreaming

The wings of the albatross long since I saw him
The hair of the goats as they walk to the island
In the hands of the watchers a page is turned over
And the echoes flow on rippling on
On the face of the river

What would I wish for if wishing were having
In the streets of your town I see nothing worth stealing
For autumn speaks leaves to the lost deeps forever
And the clouds echo on echoing on
On the face of the river

First Girl I Loved

(Robin Williamson)

First girl I loved
Time has come I will sing you this sad goodbye song
When I was seventeen
I used to know you
I haven't seen you now since many is the short year
And the last time I seen you you said you'd joined
The church of Jesus
But me I remember your long red hair
Falling in our faces as I kissed you

I want you to know I just had to go
I want you to know we just had to grow

And you're probably married now
House and car and all
And you turned into a grownup female stranger
And if I was lying near you now
I wouldn't be here at all

We parted so hard
Me rushing 'round Britain with a guitar
And making love to people I didn't even like to see
I would think of you
And I mean in the sick sad morning
And in the lonely midnight
Try to hold your face before me

I want you to know I just had to go
I want you to know we just had to grow

And you're probably married now
Kids and all
You turned into a grownup female stranger
And if I was lying near you now
I'd just have to fall

Well I never slept with you
Though we must have made love a thousand times
For we were just young
Didn't have no place to go
But in the wide hills
And beside many a long water
You have gathered flowers
And they do not smell for me

I want you to know I just had to go
I want you to know we just had to grow

So it's goodbye first love and I hope you're fine
And I hope you're fine
I have a sweet woman
Maybe some day to bear babies by me
She's pretty, she's a true friend of mine.

Gently Tender

(Mike Heron)

Gently tender fails the rain
Washing clean the slate again
But leave me please behind my brain
The slightest shadow on her

Shadows dancing through the pink milk blankets
Where my mind lay dreaming gently
Of my loving you

Sometimes I think I was true
But then I loved the stone beneath my feet as much-usually

Gently tender snowdrop grows
See the past tense quietly go
Kill the chord but let me know
The slightest shadow on her

Shadows dancing through the green bush trees
Where my toes crept breathing lightly
Of my loving you

Sometimes I think I was true
But then I loved the stone beneath my feet as much-usually

Slowly spitting crawls the snake
See the grasses bend and break
Venom that might easily shake
The slightest shadow on her

Good good loving, she gave me good loving
Good good loving, she gave me good loving
Good good loving, she gave me good...

And now all my wine is water
To her all my wine is water
All water
And my pearls are clay

Good good loving, she gave me good
Good good loving, she gave me good
Good good loving, she gave me good...

And now all my wine is water
To her all my wine is water
All water
And my pearls are clay

She gave to me good loving
She gave to me good loving
She gave to me good loving

Oh good loving...

Little Cloud

(Mike Heron)

How sweet to be a cloud
Floating in the blue...

Lying awake late the other night
Heard above me a trembling
I looked up, it was a little cloud
>From which a gold string was dangling
You know I gave the string a little pull
Just to see what was on the other end
Just then a voice come down to me
Says, Hey now, don't you want to be my friend

And float with me to distant lands
Wondrous and fair
Float with me to distant lands
Wondrous and fair
Yatatatatata tatatata tatatata towwow
Yatatatatata tatatata tatatata towwow

You see I'm just a happy little cloud
I laugh and I float and I sing my song
But the other clouds don't like me none
They say I am behaving so very wrong
You see a cloud's supposed to be sad
To cry and weep and tear its hair and all
It don't matter how hard I try
I can't get the first little tear to fall

Oh float with me ... etc

I said, Hey I like you little cloud
You are a nice little fellow, yes
You making some kind of joke, said the cloud
Oh can't you see I'm wearing such a pretty dress
You see, I am the prettiest little chick cloud
That you'd find anywhere up above
I just dropped in on you awhile
To see if you could give me some kind of love

And float with me ... etc

Just then the chief cloud come into view
He says, Hey girl, now what d'you think you're doing there
I've told you so many times before
You just don't seem at all to care
You know you should be floating up above
Now don't let me catch you down here again
And as my cloud rolled out of view
There come falling down a gentle shower of rain
Happy rain come falling down
Red, green, blue and golden
And every drop as it fell it smiled
And throwing hack its head began singing-

Come float with me to distant lands
Wondrous and fair
Float with me to distant lands
Wondrous and fair
Yatatatatata tatatata tatatata towwow
Yatatatatata tatatata tatatata towwow.

Blues for the Muse

(Robin Williamson)

I wake up in the early when I see my day walk in
I wake up in the early when I start to begin
I drink up my coffee to drive dreams away
And I think about leaving but remain for the day

Oh Glory but I just stay blind
Think about my loving, yeah, some of the time
I want to be easy, ain't it hard like they say
But I can play ...
And most any morning, most any morning
I like to be born into my guitar day
They say it's all butterflies
Don't let your dreams get in your eyes,
But Orpheus made the sun rise
'cause he knew how to play

Well she sings so fadey,
I call her my guitar lady
She's a noted writer, I just can't seem to let
Her be and she is my flower
I call her my easy hour.
She's a low special, and baby that's enough for me

I got my sorrows felt, I got my sorrows felt
I will reach for my lady
And I swear she's sure to blow the blues away
And it's rain in the ocean
Rain in the ocean
And stones on the mountain
And just like I say
I'm just the string striker
I ain't no prizefighter
It's easy to play

Well, she sings like the seashore
Tonight I don't ride on your seesaw
I will call up the angels if they have a little word to say
And I think I'll try cloudwalking
It's just my face you see here talking
And it's just the guitar singing
And I have to let her have her way

Well it's alright, you're in the graveyard now
It's all right, you're in the graveyard now
You may weep and you may moan
You may pass your life so gay
But lucky in love I swear sometimes
Surely going to have to reach a leaving day

Well she sings like the seashore,
Tonight I don't ride on your seesaw.
I will call up the angels if they have a little word to say
And I think I'll try cloudwalking
It's just my face you see here talking
And it's just the guitar singing
And I have to let her have her way.

The Eyes of Fate

(Robin Williamson)

Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate
All life alone in its chronic patterns
Oh swan, let me fly you
To the land of no winds blowing
I know nothing and know that I know nothing
All is in the eye and in its blinks of seeing
So just like the morning, the ghost of the following day listen...

Ory, cry, cry.....
Rear the rollers wild and stormy
Echoes holy only lonely
Gone before-y, ory ory.

All rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells
Effort and contrariness change the directions of time
The lion still growls in your hollowness
Please let's be easy, please let's be friends
Watching and learning like small children
'till out of the morning is growing the strength of the day listen ...

Ory, ory, ory, ory
Rear the rollers wild and stony
Echoes holy, only lonely
Gone before-y, ory, ory.
Servant of fame or fame for a servant
You see what you see, you see seldom what is servant of fate or fate for a servant
You see what you see, you see seldom what is servant of fate, oh ...

The Mad Hatter's Song

(Robin Williamson)

Oh seekers of spring
How could you not find contentment in this time of
Riddling reasons
In this land of the blind
By the joke of fate alone
It's sure that as the loved hand leaves you,
You clutch for the slip-stream, the realness to find.

But do what you like, do what you like,
Do what you like, do what you like, do what you like
Do what you can, do what you can, do what you can
Live 'til you die, my poor little man
For Jesus will stretch out his hand no more.

But in the south there's many a waving tree
Oh would that musky fingers move your pain
In the warm south winds the lost flowers bloom again

And if you cried,
You know you'd fill a lake with tears
Still wouldn't turn back the years
Since the city has took you
Mad Hatter is on my mind
So sad
Sad to see the way it grew
Those of the people that I knew
That have either fell or faltered
Mad Hatter's on my mind
And you must have to see clear some time

Prometheus the problem child still juggling
With his brains
Gives his limping leopard's visions to the miser
In his veins
Saying gods are indigestions, I come for gain

But I am the archer, the lover of laughter
And mine is the arrowed flight
I am the archer, and my eyes yearn after
The unsullied sight
Born of the dark waters
Of the daughters of night
Dancing without movement after the clear light.
Oh Prithee and fate be kind
In the rumbling and trundling rickshaw of time
Hooked by the heart to the king fisher's line

I will set my one eye for the shores of the blind.

Alice is a Long Time Gone

(Robin Williamson)

White rabbit smile, white rabbit smile
Cry not so loud my lover frowns
I'm a grown up lady from London town
Yet ever more he sang his sad song-
Sweet Alice is a long time gone

Oh Alice is gone, gone
Alice is gone, gone
Sweet Alice is a long time gone

She was pretty, oh yes
With her flaxen hair, her eyes so fair
Her sweet voice and her snow white dress

Oh Alice is gone, gone
Alice is gone, gone
Sweet Alice is a long time gone

It's seven long years
Since last I seen your face
No-one in Wonderland
Could take your place
But when I see you again
That sets me back apace
Sweet Alice is a long time gone

I would exchange my coat of fur
If time would turn or waters burn
I'd wish you back the way you were

Oh Alice is gone, gone
Alice is gone, gone
Sweet Alice is a long time gone.

See Your Face and I Know You

(Robin Williamson)

I sit down in the Underground trying to be gay
See the wild grass turn just into hay
I see the magic movement but they don't fly away
Bad karma and it ricochets my eye
Bad karma round me
The asp and the ashed and the infant of flame
Murgatroyd and Doris and the leper-leaping lame
The sad and the giggly and the black-suit swain
I see your face and know you

Easy as lightning I've laughed in the leaves
And I'd feel like Ali Baba when he quit the forty thieves
I can cruel no more so you cause me to grieve
I see your face and know you
I don't dig hating and I don't like to try
But how can I love you when you want me to die
Oh Lord, live and learn
I see your face and know you

I wish I was springtime green as the snow
I'd sprinkle me with growing dust green for to grow
I'd leave here running 'cause walking's too slow
I see your face and know you
Oh watch how the light comes new each day
If you learn how to wonder you will know how to pray
Oh Lord, live and learn
I see your face and know you.

Frutch

(Mike Heron)

Now I met me a girl and her name was Frutch
And she liked dirt and me very much
She said if she'd met me during the war
And she found me hiding underneath the door
Even if she was German and I was Dutch
She wouldn't shoot me
She was a fine girl, Frutch
Shot me last Tuesday

Now I met me a girl and her name was Scrot
She kept a notebook with many a jot
About how to turn a banknote into a cat
And many such things just as useful as that
But I told her she wouldn't dig it if she turned
Into a piece of gunshot
She didn't listen
She was a fine girl, Scrot
I got her right here in my shoulder now
Thanks to Frutch

Now I met me a girl and her name was Blit
And she bought a do-it-yourself submarine kit
She tried it in the bath and it went down the plug
And she was inside it, she was making it chug
When she found there wasn't no place at all for
Her to sit
She didn't worry none
She was a fine girl, Blit
She was still standing when she passed Norroway
For the fourth time

Now I met me a girl and her name was Twing
She looked like a yoyo without a string
She rolled up and down like a solid hoop
Right round the block and right through the soup
And right through the stew and the chicken stuffing
She was a fine girl, Twing
She was a good cook as cooks go...she went!

Now I met me a girl and her name was Plof
She had a car with a nasty cough
She fed it with aspirins and vitamin pills
Lotions and potions for to cure all ills
'Til you couldn't see the car for three miles of froth
Big Claimsville
She was a fine girl, Plof

Car don't cough no more
Just sits in the garage all day long
And screams for the doctor
Hypochondriac!

The Iron Stone

(Robin Williamson)

A long wind, a weaving mind
Over all the land the wild flowers grow
Echoing kind to kind
On that day when I found the iron stone
Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain
Ever the seas rolled on
And o'er my heart they roofed their slates of grey
The iron stone I found it on that day

The iron stone I brought it home
Heavy in my hand I brought it home
Black as the thoughts of doom
A man told me it came from the moon
Flying through time it flew
Upon the long beach there I found it
Dancing horses told their tale
Among the stones it called me
There my hand it knew

Seeing in the thickness of its thick black sight
Forests and centaurs and gods of the night
Never that sun shone on
Where high Atlantis raised her shores
How sang the dragons of the sea
The stag hunt rushing round the world
One turn of light it's gone again
The eyes of Merlin speak
Beneath their crown of silver grey
A piece of iron black and heavy
Smoothed and rounded by the sea
Holding its sand and stones...

Good Dog

(Robin Williamson)

This dog is no puppy dog
She's strange as the trees
She's brown as the mountain
And white as the breeze
She walks on the water
Without any boots
Her eyes arc as fine
As the music of flutes

But she will not sweep chimneys
Nor will she pluck corn
But she is the best little dog
That ever was born

I have lain in the womb
Of the rocks cold and chill
While she speaks in my heart
With the voice of the hill
And when I am risen
And ready to run
She will laugh without laughter
To welcome the sun

But she will not learn language
Nor will she bear scorn
But she is the best little dog
That ever was born

The water god offered me
The ring of his rings
To buy the dog from me
To teach she poor kings
The ring's on my finger
The dog runs behind
Since watery palaces
Would ne'er suit her mind

But as yet she can't fly well
Nor play on the horn
Still she is the best little dog
That ever was born.

Conflict of Emotions



Torch Song

The light in the crooner's life is an old torch song
Flaming up for his first loves -
Misty romancing and moonlighting dancing into dawn

"You are my sweet theme song
You linger when the spotlights fade
With my sweet theme song I've got it made

Just love me
Run to meet me when I come home
Take my feelings,
Show them a new day.
Make me say;
I will sing again
Jus tlike the brown eyes of autumn years
Singing to the yellow moon
'The dawn is soon coming'
I will touch again
Dreams in the lonely glass at 4am
And walk onto the foggy street
The chance to meet a dream coming"

Belinda

There was no foolin'.
Stretched out her hand and led me,
Let her long hair fall soft on my cheek

She made it so clear
She would go with me one time
And dance for me a dance so sweet

It took all my love to show that girl the sun
It took all my love to show that girl the sun
Took all my strength just to watch her goin'
Like she was no one

Oh! Belinda I'm glad you closed your door

It could've been rough
If you'd seen me fallin'
All over your dancin' floor

It Takes My Breath Away Yet

I did not meet you soul to soul.
I felt the kiss and missed the words that you spoke.
Your skin so soft and warm on mine,
Sighing like the best was done and gone.
And the way that I was playing it was just one
Night with you
Opened my eyes and you were smiling.
Oh darling I'm further and further and further
>From the way that I thought when we met.
Isn't it amazing to watch our love growing?
You know it takes my breath away yet.

Went lookin' in the city streets
And in the ways of the country
And all the time what I needed
Oh all the time just what I needed
Was lookiil' to find me
Lookin' to find me

Jane

Jane can't tell me if her hands
Are trembling with emotion
Of grief or fear or joy.

Jane looks down at her brown shoes.
She knows that the shine upon them
Should please someone like you.

Someone like you would like to take Jane off
To run on sands so white.
To buy her boat trips if you could
And watch her drink tea.

Jane can't tell me if her heart
Is racing with emotion
Of grief or fear or joy.

Maker of Islands

I do my job and its pleasing to me.
I'm getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea.
On the roughest sea I do alright.
But when my work is over and done
I get to being a lonely one,

I need someone to take the wheel at night.
And someone to navigate 'til light comes,
But most of all I need a maker of islands,
Rested in the golden sunlight where the seas are kind
She could make me islands for my peace of mind,

If I could only see her.
Look into her eyes.
Then I'd lie easy
I'd lie easy
I'd lie easy
In my soul.

Transiberian Express

A relationship was being ended.
She sent me a book - "Famous freezing cold railway journeys",
Instead of a hint, what I got was an intimate
Knowledge of the Transiberian route!
Following up with, "Wheels across the Steppes"
I felt myself trundling through the crisp snow
And I could have introduced you to the
Population of Urkutz station by "Chuffing into hostile terrain".

Oh how I knew, it, I could see there was a change.
It was written in your eyes. It was - oh written across your face
And when you told me I saw flashin' of a flag,
Heard the rollin' wheels beneath me.
I swear that I was movin'
There by your side but so far away
Mercury drops, there's nothing to say

Chorus:
I can't hold this room still
Got the towns flashin' by
Got the faces at the stations
It's colder so much colder now
And I just can't stop this Transibeflan Express,
Transiberian Express.
And you bought it, you bought my ticket, ticket

Through the pine trees and they're whisperin' of blood
In the field of my vision I got samovars and overcoats
Into Kirov there's a pink stare of daybreak
Falling over the town.
Then I can hear your voice
"Only one thing more" and you tell me 'bout him
"Only one thing more" but the train is speeding

Chorus:
Thirteen hundred miles from Moscow, snow is everywhere.

We could have been so warm together.
Instead you put me here
Will I be travelling on this line for evermore
Through forest, steppes and hills,
Through Perm and Omsk and Urkutz
And at my soul the loss of you.
Feeling at my core the grip of winter

Chorus:

Squeeze The Minutes

My heart melts at the thought of two people
Achingly in love - "Living apart for the life we're
Going to build". - "Romance on the top of the
Podium yet again and geography just scrapes bronze"!

That I feel strongly enough about it to write a
Song is entirely due to overexposure, as a child,
To 'Family Favourites'.

Now we're livin' apart for the life we're gonna
Build when the time is right.
But the time gets stretched in she Space that's between us,
Squeeze the minutes
I wanna hear you whisperin' to me
I wanna kiss you in the night, in the night

Chorus:
Squeeze the minutes
Chase the hands round
Anything to get you
Sooner than has to be here in my arms
Squeeze the minutes
Squeeze the minutes
Squeeze the minutes
I want you here in my arms

As you said it yourself in your note it wasn't
Such a bad photograph of you
But if lookin' was all to the way you are then I
Could keep my heart more
I wouldn't mind this livin' apart so
Maybe wouldn't think of it all the time

Chorus:

Oh I threw it away the thought - "I wouldn't
Wait, couldn't wait for one love".
I only think of the way you understand me and
I know that it's worthwhile
I only think of the way that you are
It's makin' me know what I want - oh what I want

Chorus:

Winter in China

"The world moves on and leaves a tear".
"Warmth, dazzle are gone".
"It gives you conflict of emotions".
Dragged wailing into existence by the unnatural
And largely hopeless act of rendering Chinese
Poetry into English, they ended up here!

Cold, cold as a crystal, the world moves on and leaves a tear
We both used to see the same thing when we closed our eyes in loving
I'd like to believe there's more wine in that glass
But a shiver in the night says
"Cut your losses
Cut your losses - oh run"

Chorus:
Warmth, dazzle are gone
Gone from the sun as the year moves on
Warmth, dazzle are gone
Gone from the sun as the year moves on
Oh! dazzle, it's got no place in my life anymore
Loud in the deep night
The cold,
The cold cracks like a whip - like a whip

Idle dreams of the far away, they got you in the lead still.
I taste doubt on my lips now,
Don't know if you're stayin', goin'
Fresh paint on the landscape
I really don't know what to think
Bout our love
Cold misty rain in tangled threads falls on me
Chorus:

A dream can be all that's free sometimes,
I know the feelin' well.
A dream got a grip like winter,
Hold you back from all your dealings.
Set your eyes on a distance, pin a heart on your sleeve.
Give you conflict,
Give you a conflict of emotions
And you can't break away

Chorus:

Savage Moon

"To the white man nature was a wilderness infested with wild animals and savage people.
To us it was tame, earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery".
Chief Luther Standing Bear

"We saw the Great Spirit's work in almost everything; sun, moon, trees, wind and mountains.
Sometimes we approached him through those things. Was that so bad"?
Walking Buffalo

"The Sioux knew that man's heart away from nature becomes hard:he knew that lack of respect for growing things soon led to lack of respect for humans too".
Chief Luther Standing Bear

From pastures of plenty, sailin' in with the gold
"Free land for the taking" they said
And they told of the primitive red man.

Chorus:
"Naked in the river he stands
His arms stretched out to the sky
He's worshipping the spirits of the land
And his song to the moon
Is the savage wolf-cry
Great moon, hawk moon
Hoop moon, hawk moon
Hawk moon -stretch out your wings
In a hoop - circle of the people

These people feel kinship with the birds of the air.
With the trees, with the winds that blow,
In fact, they see kinship everywhere.

Chorus:

"Sir it pains me to tell you that you hoped too
Much for this land.
Wild barbarous country it is.
And it's alive with the beasts and the red am".
Chorus:

The 5000 Spirits or the Layers of the Onion

(1967)

Chinese White

(Mike Heron)

The bent twig of darkness
Grows the petals of the morning;
It shows to them the birds singing
Just behind the dawning.
Come dip into the cloud cream lapping;
I can't keep my hand on the plough
Because it's dying.

But I will lay me down with my arms
Round a rainbow,
And I will lay me down to dream.
Oh, will your magic Christmas tree be shining
Gently all around?

Climbing up these figures
The sun is tugging at my shoulder.
And, every step I take,
I think my feet are getting older.
I see the crystal dreams unfolding,
I can't keep my eyes on the book because it's mouldring.

But I will lay me down with my arms
Round a rainbow,
And I will lay me down to dream.
Oh, will your magic Christmas tree be shining
Gently all around?

No Sleep Blues

(Robin Williamson)

Cracks rack the windows,
Howls hold the floor;
Rains rot the rafters,
And do you just have to snore?
It's a most inclement climate,
For the season of the night,
Is that mouse playing football, oh
I thought they didn't like the light?

And the dawn comes sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man.
They tell me sleep is a gas,
And if I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you,
I mean I've got the no sleep blues.

There's mayhem in this mansion,
Since the cows were coming home,
With delirium no sleepum,
In a cloud of nylon foam.
But release scours the outhouse,
And a hard rain sears the sky,
But if you let the pigs decide it,
They will put you in the sty.

And the dawn comes sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man.
They tell me sleep is a gas,
And if I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you,
I mean I've got the no sleep blues.

I think I'll get a picture,
And I think I'll put it on a nail.
I think I'll get another one,
And put it in a pail.
But the pail got so rusty
I called it red, red, red for fun,
And I laughed like a leaver
Till you ought to seen it run.

And the dawn comes sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man.
They tell me sleep is a gas,
And if I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you.
I mean I've got the no sleep blues.

The size of the future declared itself no part,
Aloof like a Sultan in the autumn of your heart,
But the heart got so hearty,
That it pulled for the shore,
And the sailors fired a big salute,
And it made my ears quite sore.

And the dawn was sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man
They tell me sleep is a gas,
And I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you,
I mean I've got the no sleep blues.

I mixed stones and water
Just to see what it would do.
And the water it got stoney,
And the stones got watery too.
So I mixed my feet with water
Just to see what could be seen,
And the water it got dirty,
And the feet they got quite clean.

And the dawn comes sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I am starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man.
They tell me sleep is a gas,
And if I want to lay down,
But I'm sorry I woke you,
I mean I've got the no sleep blues,

Painting Box

(Mike Heron)

When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,
And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.

For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it's true.
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town,
Are far away now from the world that I'm in.
My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime,
With daffodils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim,

And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it's true,
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it's true.
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer.
Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound.
I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking,
But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown.

For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it's true.
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
I seem to pick the colors of you.

The Mad Hatter's Song

(Robin Williamson)

Oh seekers of spring how could you not find contentment
In a time of riddling reasons in this land of the blind
By the joke of fate alone
It's sure that as the loved hand leaves you,
You clutch for the slip-stream, the realness to find.

But do what you like, do what you like, do what you like,
Do what you like, do what you like, do what you can,
Do what you can, live till you die
My poor little man.
For Jesus will stretch out his hand no more.

But in the south there's many a waving tree;
Oh would that musky fingers move your pain;
In the warm south winds the lost flowers bloom again.

And if you cried, you know you'd fill a lake with tears,
Still wouldn't turn back the years,
Since the city has took you,
Mad Hatter is on my mind.

So sad, sad to see the way it grew
Those other people that I knew
That have either fell or faltered.
Mad Hatter is on my mind.

And you must have to see clear some time.

Prometheus the problem child,
Still juggling with his brains
Gives his limping leopard's visions
To the miser in his veins.
Within the ruined factory is the normal soul insane
As he sets the sky beneath his heel
And learns away the pain.

But I am the archer the lover of laughter,
And mine is the arrowed flight.

I am the archer, and my eyes yearn after the unsullied sight.
Born of the dark waters of the daughters of night,
Dancing without movement after the clear light.
Oh Perithian fate be kind in the rumbling and trundling rickshaw of time.
Hooked by the heart to the king fisher's line,
I will set my one eye for the shores of the blind.

Little Cloud

(Mike Heron)

How sweet to be a cloud, floating in the blue.

Lying awake, late the other night
Heard above me a trembling,
I looked up, it was a little cloud,
From which a gold string was dangling;
You know, I gave the string a little pull,
Just to see what was on the other end.
Just then a voice came down to me, says,
"Hey, now, don't you want to be my friend,

And float with me to distant lands,
Wondrous and fair;
Float with me to distant lands wondrous and fair?
You see I'm just a happy little cloud,
I laugh and float and sing my song,
But the other clouds don't like me none.
They say I am behaving very wrong.
You see a cloud's supposed to be sad,
To cry and weep and tear its hair and all,
And don't matter how hard I try,
I can't get the first little tear to fall."

And float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair;
Float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair;

I said, "Hey, I like you little cloud,
You are a nice little fellow, yes."
"You making some, kind of a joke?", said the cloud,
"Now can't you see I'm wearing such a pretty dress?
You see I am the prettiest little chick cloud
That you'd find anywhere up above.
I just dropped in on you awhile
To see if you could give me some kind of love."

And float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair;
Float with me to distant lands wondrous and fair;

Just then the chief cloud come into view
And says, "Hey, girl, now what you think you're doing there?
I told you so many times before
You just don't seem at all to care.
You know you should be floating up above, now
Don't let me catch you down here again."

And as my cloud pulled out of view,
There come failing down a gentle shower of rain.
Happy rain come failing down,
Red, green, blue and golden.
And every drop, as it fell, it smiled
And, throwing back its head, began singing,

"Oh float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair;
Float with me to distant lands, wondrous and fair."

Eyes of Fate

(Robin Williamson)

Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate?
All life alone in its chronic patterns.
Oh, swan, let me fly you
To the land of no winds blowing.
I know nothing, and know that I know nothing;
All is in the eye, and in its blinks of seeing.

So just like the morning
The ghost of the following day.
Listen: Ory, cry, cry.....
Rear the rollers wild and stormy
Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory ory.

All rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells.
Effort and contrariness change the directions of time.
The lion still growls in your hollowness.
Please let's be easy, please let's be friends.
Watching and learning like small children.
Till out of the morning is growing the strength of the day.

Listen: Ory, cry, cry.....
Rear the rollers wild and stormy
Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory, ory.

Servant of fame or fame for a servant,
You see what you see, you see seldom what is.
Servant of fate or fate for a servant,
You see what you see, you see seldom what is.

Servant of fate, ohhhhhh.

Blues for the Muse

(Robin Williamson)

I wake up in the early when I see my day walk in;
I wake up in the early when I start to begin.
I drink up my coffee to drive dreams away,
And I think about leaving but remain for the day.

Oh Glory but I just stay blind,
Think about my loving, yes, some of the time

I want to take it easy,
Ain't it hard like they say,
But I can play.

And most any morning, most any morning
I like to be born into my guitar day.

They say it's all butterflies,
Don't let your dreams get in your eyes,
But Orpheus made the sunrise,
'Cause he knew how to play.

She sings so fadey,
Called the sweet guitar lady.
She's a noted writer, I just can't seem to let her be.
And she is my flower, I call her my easy hour.
She's a low special, Baby that's enough for me.

And it's all right, you're in the graveyard now.
Well it's all right, you're in the graveyard now.

You may weep, you may moan,
You may pass your life so gay,
But lucky in life, I swear sometimes,
Surely going to have to meet your leaving day.

Well, she sings like the seashore,
Tonight I'm going to ride on your seesaw.
I will call up the Angels if they have a little word to say,
And I think I'll try cloudwalking.
It's just my face you see here talking,
And it's just the guitar singing,
And I have to let her have her way.

The Hedgehog's Song

(Mike Heron)

I'm not the kind to complain
That I never had a girl to love.
Many a fine girl I tried hard to know,
But I think I never tried enough.

Sitting one day by myself,
And I'm thinking, "What could be wrong?"
When this funny little Hedgehog comes running up to me,
And it starts up to sing me this song.

Oh, you know all the words, and you sung all the notes,
But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
That you never quite learned the song.

Every day when the sun go down,
And the evening is so very still,
Many a fine girl I've held in my arms,
And I hope there's many more that I will,
But just when everything is going fine,
And absolutely nothing is wrong,
This funny little Hedgehog's always around
And every time he wants to sing me this song.

Oh, you know all the words, and you sung all the notes,
But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
That you never quite learned the song.

One day when the moon was full I thought I might settle down,
Found myself a pretty little girl,
And I stopped all my running around;
But just when the preacher come along,
And he's just gonna pop on the ring,
This funny little Hedgehog comes
Running down the aisle,
And I don't have to tell you what he did sing.

Oh, you know all the words, and you sung all the notes,
But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
That you never quite learned the song.

I'm not the kind to complain
That I never had a girl to love;

Many fine girls I've tried hard to know,
But I think I never tried enough.
But now I'll be looking all my days,
And it isn't just me I got to please,
There's this funny little Hedgehog
Who's always around,
And the only words he ever sings to me are these.
Oh, you know all the words and you sung all the notes,
But you never quite learned the song, she sang.
I can tell by the sadness in your eyes,
That you never quite learned the song.

First Girl I Loved

(Robin Williamson)

First girl I loved,
Time has come I will sing you
This sad goodbye song,
When I was seventeen, I used to know you.

Well, I haven't seen you, now, since many is the short year,
And the last time I seen you, you said you'd joined the
Church of Jesus.
But me, I remember your long red hair falling in our faces
As I kissed you.

Well, I want you to know, we just had to grow;
I want you to know, I just had to go.

And you're probably married now, house and car and all,
And you turned into a grownup, female, stranger.
And if I was lying near you now,
I probably wouldn't be here at all.

Well, we parted so hard;
Me, rushing round Britain with a guitar,
Making love to people
That I didn't even like to see.

Well, I would think of you.
Yes, I mean in the six sad morning.
And in the lonely midnight,
Try to hold your face before me.

Well, I want you to know, I just had to go;
I want you to know, we just had to grow.

And you're probably married now, kids and all,
And you turned into a grownup, female, stranger.
And if I was lying near you now,
I'd just have to fall.

Well, I never slept with you
Though we must have made love a thousand times.
For we were just young, didn't have no place to go,
But in the wide hills and beside many a long water
You have gathered flowers, and they do not smell for me.

Well, I want you to know, I just had to go.
I want you to know, we just had to grow.
So it's goodbye first love, and I hope you're fine.

Well, I have a sweet woman
Maybe some day to have babies by me,
She's pretty,
Is a true friend of mine

You Know What You Could Be

(Mike Heron)

Read your book and lose yourself
In another's thoughts.
He might tell you 'bout what is
Or even 'bout what is not.

And if he's kind and gentle too,
And he loves the world a lot,
His twilight words may melt the slush
Of what you have been taught.

You know what you could be.
Tell me my friend,
Why you worry all the time
What you should been.

Listen to the song of life.
Its rainbow's end won't hold you.
Its crimson shapes and purple sounds,
Softly will enfold you.

It gurgles through the timeless glade,
In quartertones of lightning.
No policy is up for sale,
In case the truth be frightening.

You know what you could be.
Tell me my friend,

Why you worry all the time
What you should be.

My Name is Death

(Robin Williamson)

I am the question that cannot be answered,
I am the lover that cannot be lost,
Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier,
For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name?

My name is Death, cannot you see?
All life must turn to me;
Oh cannot you see?
And you must come with me,

You must come with me.
I'll give you gold and jewels rare,
And all my wealth in store.
All pleasures fair,
If I may live but a few short years more.
Oh lady, lay your jewels aside,
No more to glory in your pride.
Tarrying here there is no way,
Your time has come that you must away,
And you must come to clay.

Gently Tender

(Mike Heron)

Gently tender falls the rain,
Washing clean the slate again;
But leave me please, behind my brain,
This light doesn't shadow on her
Shadows dancing through
The pink milk blankets,
Where my mind
Lay dreaming gently of my loving you.
Sometimes I think I was true, but then I loved the
Stone beneath my feet as much, usually.

Gently tender snow-drop grows,
See the past tense quietly go.
Kill the chord but let me know this light
Doesn't shadow on her.
Shadows crawling through the green bush trees
Where my toes crept
Breathing lightly of my loving you.
Sometimes I think I was true, but then I loved the
Stone beneath my feet as much, usually.

Slowly spitting crawls the snake,
See the branches bend and break.
Venom that might easily shake
This light doesn't shadow on her.

Good, good loving, she gave me good loving, good,
Good, loving, she gave me good loving,
Good, good loving, she gave me good.
And now all my wine is water,
To her all my wine is water,
All water, and my pearls are clear.
And now all my wine is water,
To her all my wine is water.
All water, and my pearls are clear.

She gave to me good loving,
She gave to me good loving,
Oohhhhhhh good loving.

Way Back in the 1960s

(Robin Williamson)

I was a young man back in the 1960s.
Yes, you made your own amusements then,
For going to the pictures;
Well, the travel was hard, and I mean
We still used the wheel.
But you could sit down at your table
And eat a real food meal.

But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.

There was one fellow singing in those days,
And he was quite good, and I mean to say that
His name was Bob Dylan, and I used to do gigs too
Before I made my first million.
That was way, way back before,
Before wild World War Three,
When England went missing,
And we moved to Paraguayee.

But hey, you young people, I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.

Well, I got a secret, and don't give us away.
I got some real food tins for my 91st birthday,
And your grandmother bought them
Way down in the new antique food store,
And for beans and for bacon, I will open up my door.

But hey, you young people, well I just do not know,
And I can't even understand you
When you try to talk slow.

Well, I was a young man back in the 1960s.

The Big Huge

(1967) With Rose and Licorice

Maya

(Robin Williamson)

The dust of the rivers does murmur and weep
Hard and sharp laughter that cuts to the bone
Ah, but ever face within your face does show
Going gladly now to give himself his own

And twelve yellow willows shall fellow the shallows
Small waves and thunder be my pillow
Upon the gleaming water two swans that swim
And every place shall be my native home

The east gate like a fortress dissolve it away
The west gate like a prison O come break it down
Island I remember living here
Wandering beneath the empty skies

In time her hair grew long and swept the ground
And seven blackbirds carried it out behind
It bore the holy imprint of her mind
As green-foot slow she moved among the seasons

The great man, the great man, historians his memory
Artists his senses, thinkers his brain
Labourers his growth
Explorers his limbs
And soldiers his death each second
And mystics his rebirth each second
Businessmen his nervous system
No-hustle men his stomach
Astrologers his balance
Lovers his loins
His skin it is all patchy
But soon will reach one glowing hue
God is his soul
Infinity his goal
The mystery his source
And civilisation he leaves behind
Opinions are his fingernails

Maya Maya
All this world is but a play
Be thou the joyful player

The wanderer no sense does make
His eyes being tied in the true love's knot
The trees perceive his soul
Do not detain him long

Dear little animal dark-eyed and small
Caring for your fur with pointed paws
This hawk of truth is swift and flies with a still cry
A small sweetmeat to the eyes of night

O dandelion be thou thine
Reflecting the sun in sexual glory
In every-changing tongues
The every-changing story

The book, man, bird, woman, serpent, sea, sun
Blessed O blessed are they of the air
Your eyes are the eyes
Of the glad land
Ye twelve that will enter the seasons

The great ship, the ship of the world
Long time sailing
Mariners, mariners, gather your skills

Jesus and Hitler and Richard the Lion Heart
Three kings and Moses and Queen Cleopatra
The Cobbler, the maiden
The mender and the maker
The sickener and the twitcher
And the glad undertaker
The shepherd of willows
The harper and the archer
All sat down in one boat together
Troubled voyager in calm weather.

Greatest Friend

(Mike Heron)

The greatest friend I have in life
Has brought me here to dwell
Awhile among your green green hills
All by the watery well
The water from that wondrous well
Has made my eyes to see
And loosed my tongue to sing with joy
That such a griend can be
The greatest friend I have in life
Was hidden long from me
Above the mountains cold and wide
Beneath the sacred tree
That sacred tree whose bark I touched
Whose leaves did tell to me
The ancient tales that made me sure
My friend would come to me

My greatest friend a song has given
To sing where I may go
To sing among the green green hills
And where the waters flow
The waters from that wondrous well
That made my eyes to see
And made my mind to ever show
My greatest friend to me.

The Son of Noah's Brother

(Robin Williamson)

Many were the lifetimes of the Son of Noah's brother
See his coat the ragged riches of the soul

Lordly Nightshade

(Robin Williamson)

Captured by Hitler with Oliver Twist in the tower
Guards say here's pens and paper just sit down and work for an hour
O, Goodness, how can we escape? but it's not worthwhile
All I can do is smile.

Down gallons of glandular corridors of the dark castle
The pompous old bellman is tolling one bell
At bathtime the hippies in chains they are crossing the hall
Where Hitler is making his new film about it all
We slip trough a pew and escape but I just don't know
All I can do is grow

Tell me more, what then

Down Main Street I go on a duffel-coat hoping instead
For a little room, yawn, I'm so tired with this big bag of coal on my head
It's a top hat I'm trying to sell or a lesson to learn
Vaguely seeking some fire to burn

While a group of middle-aged persons with dwarfish expressions and tinned conversations in Sunday blessed blue
Standing around for a photograph, watch the cuckoo
Do you need any coal? But it doesn't appear that they do
Then I offered my throat to the wolf but I just can't die
All I can do is fly

Safe and secure in the skirts of the midsummer wood
Cooking soup with stale words and fresh meanings it tastes so good
The green wolf with his bunch of red roses is slinking away
All on a summer's day.

The Mountain of God

(Robin Williamson)

"Behold the mountain of the Lord in latter days shall rise"

"Hark, the herald angels sing"

"Hush, hush, whisper who dare, Christopher Robin is saying his prayers"

"Do ye not fly as clouds and as doves to your windows
Who serve as the shadow and the example of heavenly things"

"As Moses was admonished of God as he was making the Tabernacle
See that ye do all things according to the pattern shown you on the high mountain."

"Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost
As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be
World without end
Amen."

Cousin Caterpillar

(Mike Heron)

My cousin has great changes coming
One day he'll wake with wings

Cousin Caterpillar, seven pairs of legs for you
Cousin Caterpillar, can you tell me what they do?

Well, all that I can say
Is that they seem to help some way
To pull my little body along

Well first I didn't know their use
But worrying you only lose
So I said I love you and I love what you do
Come on do your thing

Cousin Caterpillar, white and silky threads for you
Cousin Caterpillar, can you tell me what they do?

My cousin as you see
Takes his changes easily
O happy we
Could we take each change so easily
Then all that we could say
Is that it would seem to help some way
To pull our little bodies along
So we say I love you and I love what you do
Come on do your thing

The Iron Stone

(Robin Williamson)

A long wind a weaving mind
Over all the land the wild flowers grow,
Echoing kind to kind
On that day when I found the iron stone
Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain
Ever the seas rolled on and o'er my heart
They roofed their slates of grey

The iron stone I found it on that day

The iron stone I brought it home
Heavy in my hand I brought it home
Black as the thoughts of doom
A man told me it came from the moon
Flying through time it flew
Upon the long beach where I found it
Dancing horses told their tale
Among the stones it called me
There my hand it knew
Seeing in the thickness of the thick black sight
Forests and centaurs and gods of the night
Never that sun shone on
Where high Atlantis raised her shores
How sang the dragons of the sea

Love paints the carts with suns for wheels
The jester's bauble, cap and bells
The brave, perhaps, Mustachio
Sir Primalform Magnifico
The dragon me with golden toes
And golden fire my flaming nose
And memories, memories

My cave was bright with sulky gems
That paled the stars like diadems
Silver lost and buried gold
Such was my home in days of old.

Douglas Traherne Harding

(Mike Heron)

When I was born I had no head
My eye was single and my body was filled with light
And the light that I was, was the light that I saw by
And the light that I saw by, was the light that I was

And many's the time that I've passed by the river
And saw no tollman and needed no ferryman to cross
And I enjoyed the world aright
For the sea itself floweth
And warm I was and crowned.

But one day walking by the river
I met a tollman with an angry face
And many's the time I passed through his tollgate
And paid no silver and paid no fee
But rather I did hide my sheep and goats under the bags of oatmeal
And cold I was, no crown did I wear

But if you're walking down the street
Why don't you look down to the basement
And sitting very quietly there is a man who has no head
His eye is single and his whole body also is filled with light

And the streets are his and all the people
And even the temples and the whole world
And many's the time he walks to the river
And seeing the ferryman and seeing the tollman
The light within him leaps to greet them
For he sees that their faces are none but his own

One light, the light that is one thought the lamps be many

You never enjoy the world aright
"Till the sea itself floweth
In your vein and you are clothed
With the heavens and crowned with the stars"

The Circle is Unbroken

(Robin Williamson)

Seasons they change while cold blood is raining
I have been waiting beyond the years
Now over the skyline I see you're travelling
Brothers from all time gathering here
Come let us build the ship of the future
In an ancient pattern that journeys far
Come let us set sail for the always island
Through seas of leaving to the summer stars

Seasons they change but with gaze unchanging
O deep eyed sisters is it you I see?
Seeds of beauty ye bear within you
Of unborn children glad and free
Within your fingers the fates are spinning
The sacred binding of the yellow grain
Scattered we were when the long night was breaking
But in the bright morning converse again.

The Head

(Robin Williamson)

Only a palace with interior doors
Well painted well gargoyled with multiple floors
Two windows let free this projector machine
And the magical world here appears on the screen
My servants attend me with tricks of the senses
The past and the future and similar tenses
And on platters of air they convey me my measure
Both gladness and sorrow, I lack not for treasure

The lord and his lady are seated within
In the court of the mind where the song does begin
The song is as fine is as fine is as follows
The song does continue through measureless hollows
That sink from the level of personal being
Through caverns of darkness where dragons
Are dwelling

The mountains above them are raised at my calling
Where the apples are ripe or the rain is a-falling

In ships of white vision I sail the horizon
Where three spinners stand beyond the
Horizon under the tree of the apples of beauty
I watch them arranging my days and tomorrows
The song is as fine is as fine as it follows

I stood on the beach where the moon was a-curling
Laughed on the wings of the sea birds calling
I loved when sweet Venus a lover did bring me
I cried when sweet Saturn and Jupiter moved us
And all of my servants were fighting their brothers
And the lord and the lady they hated each other
Till the spinners arose with their work on their fingers
Commanding the presence of Heavenly singers
That spoke of the silence so soon to be coming
When all would be still in the wonderful palace
The peace is not stillness but peacefully changing
This hope is the hope of the man on the gallows
The song is as fine is as fine is as follows

The infant I was in the womb of my mother
White sperm I was in the loins of my father
Before that I swam in the oceans of nowhere
Where the fish are as fine as the colour of colours
Where waves are the message of centuries rolling
Where wind is the breath of the Holy Creator
Where no ship sails but only the ocean
Where all the rivers grow mighty with showing
And crowned with the gifts of the myriad valleys
Return with a sigh to the sea of the coming
Forever and ever and ever and ever be glad O be
Glad for the song has no ending.

Wee Tam

(1967)

Job's Tears

(Robin Williamson)

We're all still here
No one has gone away
Waiting, acting much too
Well and procrastinating

The cross of the earth
(let me go through)
The four winds point them
Body to body
Seas to anoint them
The reed they brought him
Sponge and vinegar
Fiery serpents
Spitting gold and cinnamon
The moon was bleeding
And stars were shallow
And the sword that killed him
Was a sword of willow

Hello I must be going well I only came to say
I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way

O I remember it all from before

The winter and the midnight
Could not hold him
The fire could not burn him
Nor earth enfold him
Rise up Lazarus
Sweet and salty
Brother soldiers
Stop your gambling and talk to me
The thieves were stealers
But reason condemned him
And the grave was empty
Where they had laid him

Why heroes die at sunrise
Why the birds are arrows of the wise
Why each perfumed flower
Why each moment has its hour

It's you
It's all true

Stranger than that we're alive
Stranger than that
Stranger than that
Whatever you think
It's more than that, more than that
Happy man, the happy man
Doing the best he can

Keep on walking where the angels showed
(All will be one)
Travelling where the saints have trod
Over in the old golden land
In the golden book of the golden game
The golden angel wrote my name
When the deal goes down I'll put my crown
Over in the old golden land

I won't need to kiss you when we're there
(All will be one)
I won't need to miss you when we're there
Over in the old golden land

We'll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye
You won't need to worry and you won't have to cry
Over in the old golden land

Puppies

(Mike Heron)

Even the birds when they sing
It's not everything to them

Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils
Made me want to play
To the puppies having their little breakfast

So I picked up six fine strings
And I began to play
What I thought that new
Born fur would like best

Hey, hey, such a new born morn
Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone
Left me here holding this song
Music is so much less than what you are

Just how far can you take me
How far can you take me, Mother Nina
Before I'm on my own

Don't imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song
When the sun makes it's sap to rise
One by one the chorus swells till it's a mighty noise
Are you sure that it's not a silence?

Even the birds when they sing
It's not everything to them
Even the birds when they sing
Spread their wings to heaven and fly away.

The Yellow Snake

(Robin Williamson)

Someone you saw stretched sleeping on the sand
Five withered violets cradled in his hand
His dreams are so loud calling in your ear
The yellow snake coils from the water
And all is refreshed far and near.

Log Cabin In the Sky

(Mike Heron)

All around this wide country the winter it has now begun
Now is the time to slip away from the California sun
To a place where a man can be free as the wind
As wild as the huskies' cry
Now winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin in the sky

With snow piling all round the door
And many a log on the stove
Where the chickadee's singing a comforting song
I'll show you it's you that I love
O let the wolves howl, they won't find us here
By a soft oil lamp we will lie

Now there comes a time to every man
When he must turn his back on the crowd
When the glare of the lights gets much too bright
And the music plays too loud
When a man must run from the deeds he has done
Recalling those days with a sigh.

You Get Brighter

(Mike Heron)

You get brighter every day and every time I see you
Scattered brightness in your way and you taught me how to love you

I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you

In the morning when I wake I moor my boat and greet you
Hold your brightness in my eye and I wonder what does sleep do

Krishna colours on the wall
You taught me how to love you

Oh wondrous light, light, lighter
You give all your brightness away and it only makes you brighter.

The Half-Remarkable Question (Robin Williamson)

Who moved the black castle
Who moved the white queen
When Gimmel and Daleth where standing between?
Out of the evening growing a veil

Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail

There's something forgotten I want you to know
The freckles of rain are telling me so
O it's the old forgotten question
What is that we are part of?
What is it that we are?

And an elephant madness has covered the sun
The judge and the juries they play for the fun
They've torn up the roses and washed all the soap
And the martyr who marries them dares not elope
O it's the never realised question

O long O long e're yet my eyes
Braved the gates enormous fire
And the body folded 'round me
And the person in me grew

The flower and its petal
The root and its grasp
The earth and its bigness
The breath and its gasp
The mind and its motion
The foot and its move
The life and its pattern
The heart and its love
O it's the half-remarkable question.

Air

(Mike Heron)

Breathing, all creatures are
Brighter then than brightest star
You are by far
You come right inside of me
Close as you can be
You kiss my blood
And my blood kiss me.

Ducks on a Pond

(Robin Williamson)

Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond
Very pretty swimming round
The lion and the unicorn journey very far
The answers are the question, sir
The lady soothes the lion's fur
Meek as a lamb he follows her
Wherever angels are

Sing me something
I asked the ice it would not say
But only cracked or moved away
I thought I knew me yesterday
Whoever sings this song

Greetings on you kings in the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds across the sky

Moving pieces on the plains of Troy
Carving faces on the rocks of joy
Pretty lady washing the tiles
Soapy pictures like crocodiles

Chilly winds blowing
Lovely spring coming soon

I wear my body like a caravan
Gipsy rover in a magic land
Misty mountains where the eagles fly
Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry

I had a little letter full of paper

Inky scratches everywhere
Always looking, looking for a paradise island
Help me find it everywhere

Peacocks talking of the colour grey
Awaking soundly in darkest day
A howling tempest on a silent sea
Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree

Mad as the moon when Merlin falls
Silver castles and silver halls
Taking lessons from the piper's son
Learn to play while the world is young

Boys and girls come out to play
The moon doth shine as bright as day
Leave your sorrows and leave your sleep
And join your playfellows in the street
Come with a whoop or come with a call
Come with a goodwill or not at all
Up the ladder and down the wall
A ha'penny loaf will serve for all

Following my fortune now the Holy Grail is found
And the Holy Bread of Heaven it is given all around
Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world any more

Poor as the birds but to give their song away
Gathering possessions round to make a bright array
Dark was the night, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world anymore.

The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter

(1968) with Licorice

Koeeoaddi There

(Robin Williamson)

The natural cards revolve ever changing
Seeded elsewhere planted in the garden fair grow trees, grow trees

Tongues of the sheer wind
Setting you foot where the sand is untrodden,
The ocean that only begins

Listen a woman with a bulldozer built this house now
Carving away the mountain whose name is your childhood home
We were trying to buy it buy it buy it
Someone was found killed there all bones bones dry bones

Earth water fire and air
Met together in a garden fair
Put in a basket bound with skin
If you answer this riddle
You'll never begin

Born in a house where the doors shut tight
Shadowy fingers on the curtains at night
Cherry tree blossom head high snow
A busy main road where I wasn't to go
I used to sit on the garden wall
Say hello to people going by so tall
Hallo to the postman's stubbly skin
Hallo to the baker's stubbly grin
Mrs thompson gave me a bear
Brigitte and some people lived upstairs

Skating on happy valley pond
Various ministers and guards stood around
The ice was nice hallo the invisible brethren
And there was a tent you played cards with the
Soldiers in, don't worry we won't send anyone
After you they screamed
But me and licorice saw the last of them one
Misty twisty day
Across the mournful morning moor motoring away
Singing ladybird, ladybird what is your wish
Your wish is not granted unless it's a fish
Your wish is not granted unless it's a dish
A fish on a dish is that what you wish

Earth water fire and air
Met together in a garden fair
Put in a basket bound with skin
If you answer this riddle
You'll never begin

The Minotaur's Song

(Robin Williamson)

Straight from the shoulder
I think like a soldier
I know what's right and what's wrong
He knows what's right and what's wrong.

I'm the original discriminating buffalo man
And I'll do what's wrong as long as I can
He'll do what's wrong as long as he can

I live in a labyrinth under the sea
Down in the dark as dark as can be
I like the dark as dark as can be
He likes the dark as dark as can be

I'll even attack you or eat you whole
Down in the dark my bone mills roll
Porridge for my porridge bowl
Porridge for his porridge bowl

I'm strong as the earth from which I'm born
He's strong as the earth from which he's born
I can't dream well because of my horns
He can't dream well because of his horns

Moo

I'm strong as the earth from which I'm born
He's strong as the earth from which he's born
I can't dream well because of my horns
He can't dream well because of his horns

A minotaur gets very sore
His features they are such a bore
His habits are predicta-bull
Aggressively relia-bull, bull, bull

I'm strong as the earth from which I'm born
He's strong as the earth from which he's born
I can't dream well because of my horns
He can't dream well because of his horns

I'm the original discriminating buffalo man
And I'll do what's wrong as long as I can
He'll do what's wrong as long as he can

Witches Hat

(Robin Williamson)

Certainly the children have seen them
In quiet places where the moss grows green

Coloured shells jangle together
The wind is cold the year is old the trees whisper together
And bent in the wind they lean

Next week a monkey is coming to stay

If I was a witches hat
Sitting on her head like a paraffin stove
I'd fly away and be a bat
Across the air I would rove

Stepping like a tightrope walker
Putting one foot after another
Wearing black cherries for rings

A Very Cellular Song

(Mike Heron)

Winter was cold and the clothing was thin
But the gentle shepherd calls the tune
Oh dear mother what shall I do
First please your eyes and then your ears Jenny
Exchanging love tokens say goodnight

Lay down my dear sister
Won't you lay and take your rest
Won't you lay your head upon your saviours breast
And I love you but Jesus loves you the best
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight,
And I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
One of these mornings bright and early and fine.
Goodnight, goodnight
Not a cricket not a spirit going to shout me on
Goodnight, goodnight
I go walking in the valley of the shadow of death
Goodnight, goodnight
And his rod and his staff shall comfort me
Goodnight, goodnight
Oh John the wine he saw the sign
Goodnight, goodnight
Oh John say I seen a number of signs
Goodnight, goodnight
Tell A for the ark that wonderful boat
Goodnight, goodnight
You know they built it on the land getting water to float
Goodnight, goodnight
Tell B for the beast at the ending of the wood
Goodnight, goodnight
You know it ate all the children when they wouldn't be good
Goodnight, goodnight
I remember quite well, I remember quite well
Goodnight, goodnight
I was walking in Jerusalem just like John
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.

Who would lose and who would bruise
Or who would live quite prettily?
And who would love what comes along
And fill the air with joyous song

Who would go and who would come
Or who would simply linger
And who would hide behind your chair
And steal your crystallised ginger

Nebulous nearness cry to me
At this timeless moment
Someone dear to me wants me near, makes me high
I can hear vibrations fly
Through mangoes, pomegranates and planes
All the same
When it reaches me and teaches me
To sigh

Who would mouse and who would lion
Or who would be the tamer
And who would hear directions clear
From the unameable namer

Who would skip and who would plod
Or who would like quite silly
And who would ride backwards on a giraffe
Stopping every so often to laugh

Amoebas are very small

Oh ah ee oo there's absolutely no strife
Living the timeless life
I don't need a wife
Living the timeless life
If I need a friend I just give a wriggle
Split right down the middle
And when I look there's two of me
Both as handsome as can be
Oh here we go slithering, here we go slithering and squelching on
Oh here we go slithering, here we go slithering and squelching on
Oh ah ee oo there's absolutely no strife
Living the timeless life

Black hair brown hair feather and scale
Seed and stamen and all unnamed lives that live
Turn your quivering nerves in my direction
Turn your quivering nerves in my direction
Feel the energy projection of my cells
Wishes you well.

May the long time sun shine upon you
All love surround you
And the pure light within you
Guide you all the way on.

Mercy I Cry City

(Mike Heron)

Since you got me here I see you're trying to steal my soul
You're army's trying so very hard to find for me a goal
But where's your quiet pastures where there's time for me to be
Nothing else but what I am that's what you seem scared to see
You cover up your emptiness with brick and noise and rush
Oh I can see and touch you but you don't owe reality much

Have mercy I cry city you're all upon my mind
Sometimes I think you keep forgetting that you don't know me
Mercy I cry city you're all upon my mind

Send another carriage chugging down your chokey tube
I hope it makes you happy 'cause it don't do my health much good
You slowly killing fumes now squeeze the lemon in my head
Make me know just what it's like for a sin drenched christian to be dead
Ah show me your glitter and your flashing neon light
You see I think that only the sun knows how to be quietly bright

Have mercy I cry city you're all upon my mind
Sometimes I think you keep forgetting that you don't know me
Mercy I cry city you're all upon my mind

Hey, city, what you been doing?
All these years what you been doing?
Who would believe that what you been doing
Would make such a ruin of you?

Waltz of the New Moon

(Robin Willamson)

I hear that the emperor of china used to wear iron shoes with ease
We are the tablecloth and also the table also the fable of the dancing leaves

The new moon is rising the axe of the thunder is broken
As never was not since the flood nor yet since the world began
The new moon is shining the angels are washing their windows
Above the years whose jumble sale goes spinning on below
Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall
Are there any stars at all
Like an eagle in the sky tell me if air is strong

In the floating pan pipe victories of the golden harvest
Safe in the care of the dear moon

The new moon is rising the eyelid of god is approaching
The humane train the skating raining travelling voice of certainty
The new moon is shining the harmonious hand is now holding lord krishna's ring
The eagle's wing the voice of mother everything
Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall
Are there any stars at all
Like an eagle in the sky tell me if air is strong

In the floating palaces of the spinning castle
May the fire king's daughter bring water to you

The Water Song

(Robin Williamson)

Water water see the water flow
Glancing dancing see the water flow
O wizard of changes water water water
Dark or silvery mother of life
Water water holy mystery heavens daughter

God made a song when the world was new
Waters laughter sings it is true
O, wizard of changes, teach me the lesson of flowing

Three Is a Green Crown

(Robin Williamson)

Not with the lips of skin nor yet with the lips of dark snow
But let the white dove sing
Of the body of life of the lover whose love is complete
Hold hands out to greet ah let not the swan be brought low

For all that is moving is moved by her hands
She is mirrored for ever in the life of the lands
In the building of thoughts in the shifting sands

Life life remembering

Well here you are now o now you are here
Well how has it been so far
The hair and the fur
Lemons, frankinscence, and myrhh

For all that is moving is moved by her hands
She is mirrored for ever in the life of the lands
In the building of thoughts in the shifting sands

Let the cracked crystal raindrop be merged in the sea
Silent shining thoughtless free
But close your eyes to find the golden flower
And open them to see the sunshine shower
Where the flowers are free and the fishes ask
Ah what can water be

She beareth thought she beareth visions
Speaking truth in contradictions
Dreams of pain dreams of laughter
And every action follows after

O second self o gate of the soft mystery
I'll love you if you'll love me; o guide me
With the gold of gabriel's wing grant me the tongue
That all the earth does sing
Vibrating light forever one the sun
The book of life is open to us
There'll be no secrets left between us

Swift as the Wind

(Mike Heron)

For my delight
Swift as the wind flies
His chariot and wings
Shine in the light of a thousand suns
For he comes from the land of no night
He comes from the land of no night

There is no land
The night is all around my child
You must stop imagining all this
You must stop imagining all this
For your own good
Why don't you go with the rest and play downstairs

Closing my eyes
I see him so clear
The blood on his sword
Flashes so bright as is
Falls to the skulls by his feet

But his eyes they know all things
His eyes they know all

There is no blood
No-one knows all my child
You must stop imagining all this
You must stop imagining all this
For your own good
Why don't you go with the rest and play downstairs

Swift as the wind
Stay if you will now
Seeing you again will be in your castle so fair
But I make take some time on the way
And I may have to spend some time downstairs

Nightfall

(Robin Williamson)

Nightfall o river of night flow through me
Washing thoughts of the day on your waters away
For the morrow that dawns never knew me

Nightfall nightfall folding her dark locks around you
Her eyes they have found you would show you
This new dream they're holding

O sleep o come to me you who are night's daughter
And I'll give you my eyes for the colours that rise
As time's echoes reflect on you water.

Changing Horses

(1969)

White Bird

(Mike Heron)

Who among you has not laid his head
Beneath some holy awning
Would think that such a night of tortured travelling
Could bring such a glory morning
And feel his heart sucked to his head
His head so wide that all life says
Has room to live and breathe and have its being - and more
For such a scene of beauty
For such a scene of beauty
Encompasses

See the white bird on the water
In beauty calm and still

White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,

White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,

See he watches the white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,

See he watches the white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,

Warm in his ecstasy
A shimmering gentle backward fall
He leaves his body there so small and mirror black against the sun
With deities for strength
He sees his body wracked with pain
And hears his voice so stained with sadness deep
It asks the day to weep away

Loved her so strong now
She is gone
My heart will break for ever

Sun and moon change around
Me the games seem so strange

Walk in the light
I shall never
Walk in the light
I will never
White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,

White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,

White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,

White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird,

Speak to me with your beauty
Oh white bird of the morning
Oh he cried Oh he cried
But stopped
Short
Seeing not water but ice
Death not life
Dead white bird dead white bird

Walking onward every day
Sunshine in our faces

Sun knows what goes on below
But still our faces graces
No disgraces
No distastes
Nothing wasted at all

White bird, white bird, white bird
Of the morning
White bird, white bird

Creation

(Robin Williamson)

The messengers with sharpened heels
Flew backwards into whose galloping arms
And the impassioned Phoenix
Drawls a sad goodnight to fiction's tomb

Then come to me secretly
And with your silken feather
And with your silken feather
Open your rooms

Never, in fact, as he gazed amazed
At two lost eyebrows lisping into the unexpected
And the archetypal postman delivering your seed letters
Whose eyes are black eggs really
Upon a long shore, upon a long shore
Open your door, open your door

'Ask anyone,' he muttered, as he spat a small,
Brilliant blue insect whirring into the gauze.
'I would advise stilts for the quagmires,
And camels for the snowy hills
And any survivors
Their debts I will certainly pay.
There's always a way, there's always a way.

I smiled with that gallantly concealed forceful nervousness
That has proved that oysters cry
And that I have come to know and accept as myself.
And plucking a barbed feather from the morose universe
I called him deathless
And he left before he could reply
Open your eyes, open your eyes

Our first father, Abraham, whose bosom
Was the unique soul of the humans
Was certainly as bewildered as we are
If not infinitely more so
And with an ancient ceremonial gesture of dismissal
He pointed forward.

Verily, verily
Verily, verily

The first day was golden
And she coloured the sun
And she named it Hyperion
And she made it a day of light and healing

The second was silver
And she coloured the moon
And she named it Phoebe
And she made a day of enchantment and the living waters

And the third was many-coloured
And she coloured the earth
And she made a day of joy
With the scarlet strength of seed

In the fourth black and white were mingled into quicksilver
And she coloured Mercury
And she made a day of wisdom
And the signs that are placed in the firmament

The fifth was bright blue
And she envisaged Jupiter
And she made a day of awe and circles, circles
And she sent it to guide the blood of the universe

The sixth was burning with icy, green flames that glowed white
And of her beauty she made Venus
And she made a day of love
Whereby all beings are united

The seventh was rich purple of the mollusks
And she coloured Chronos
And she made a day of idleness and repose
Whereon all beings cease from struggle.

Verily, verily
Verily, verily

I am the pebble in your very own eye
I am the sword and your enemy dies.
I am the storm and the hurricane wind
I am the thorn of an unkind friend
I am desire what colour my eyes?
I am Loki wizard of lies
Catch me, find me, see me if you can
I am the guilt of an honest man

Then seven times we raised our arms and with cat-stretch
Sent our footspells yawning into the multitudes

In need we called upon the mother of all living
Three times for succor
But with ambitious spears they made us change
They crouched behind their mirrors and fought on.

I will not allow them praise
That broke the harmonious globe in splintered fragments
And yet they moved perforce with a perfect pattern
And complemented harmony with dischord
And light with darkness

It was then that we stepped out of our world machine
Between the palm and the fingers
Peeling like gloves

And for each eye that shed one tear,
We made of that tear an ocean
And in the five directions
We loosed our several craft.

Wild sea, I say today,
Please be a sweet cow for me
Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea
Gentle as lightning, easily
Take me to the root of the world tree
Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea

Your face is consumed in a bruised sky's glance
By the brazen wall with your sword and lance
Where
Where dappled maidens, endless danced
Round the root of the world tree.

Wild sea, I say today
Please be a sweet cow for me
Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea

Wild sea, my love is salty for me
Every ripple in her body is a wave in me
Amethyst galleon, out on the rolling sea.

I Looked Up

(1970)

Black Jack Davy

(Mike Heron)

Black Jack David is the name that I bear been alone in
The forest for a long time
But the time is coming when
A lady I'll find I will love her
Hold her singing through
The green green trees

And the skin on my hands is like the leather I ride
And my face is hard from the cold wind
But my heart so warm with
The song that I sing
Charm a fair lady
Singing through the green green trees

Fair Eloise rode out that day
From her fine fine home in the morning
In the flush of the dawn came a sound to her ear
Drifting and floating
Singing through the green green trees

Now fifteen summers was
All that she'd seen
And her skin was as soft as the velvet
But she's forsaken her fine fine home
And Black Jack David is
Singing through the green green trees

Last night she slept on a fine feather bed
Far far from Black jack David
But tonight she will sleep on the cold cold ground
And love him and hold him
Singing through the green green trees

Saddle me up my fine gray mare
Cried the lord of the house next morning
For the servants tell me
My daughter's gone
With Black Jack David
Singing through the green green trees

And he rode all day and he rode all night
But he never did find his daughter
But he heard from afar
Come adrift on the wind
Two voices laughing
Singing through the green green trees

Oh Black Jack David is
The name that I bear
Been alone in the forest for a long time
But now I have found me a lady so fair
I will love her and hold her
Singing through the green green trees

The Letter

(Mike Heron)

Started rubbin' my eyes
When I heard the birds talk
Hey mister sleep you're gonna
Have to take 'walk
But nothing has 's much pow'r to
Make me rise as the post man
Bringin' a mornin' surprise

Here he comes
Here he comes
Too much I've got a letter
I'd better get out of bed
I said

Then I pulled the covers right
Up to my nose
I thought well the letter
Might be for Rose
Her mother she writes very regularly
Mister Postman have you got
A letter for me

Mr. Heron, yes I have yes I have
Too much I've got a letter
I said with some joy
It came from Maria, Chicago, Illinois

And I never have met her but she sounds sweet
Like a flower
Grown on a rubbish heap
She's got a lot of things 'round her
She's gotta work out
But she's gonna make it
And I have no doubt

Maria, the plane that brought your letter must have
Felt a little bit lighter
The air hostess must've felt brighter bringing your letter over the sea
And the pilot was your Orpheus
Singing a song for you
Maria I'm singin'
Hear me singin' I'll be your Orpheus too

By the time you hear this song your
Troubles will be gone
And you'll be left with what's shinin'
Through your letter you (repeat)

Pictures In A Mirror

(Robin Williamson)

Deep in the hollow jail
Sleeps Lord Randall
The mixed voices speak of bread
And of sheets that were scarlet
And blue are at his head
His heart like a cat drowns in a well
He thinks of all the girls he will not love
He thinks not of the future or of the past
Blue lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets
Sail for otherwhere

There stands the chief with
Gold on his hair
Two fingers thick each link of coiled ore
Speaks to his white skinned
Wife she answers not
He hurls his question angry to the gulls
His wife strikes her mouth
With a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her loss
Revolves above her mind
With every line in its design
An accusing eye
That pierces Kasa's soul

The slaves row on beneath
The dragon flag
His heart recoils recall his red-haired son
Beneath the burning walls
That he razed down
His wife and he speak not
As wine is brought
A cup that seethes like the
Black blood of wolves
His wife's dagger is hidden in her dress
He drinks joyless to a dark sleep

The gaoler bangs the iron door
Lord Randall wakes in pain
He shakes his shackles
In the beaten gloom
The blood of his wounds is hard as coal

The gaoler leads him out
Upon the blinding bright stair
He feels uneven turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword
Falls on his neck
The pain is boiling cold

They lay him in the tomb
At the break of day
They close the earthen door
Upon his clay
The birds are plucking worms
From the ground

Their feathers grey as mist
On a cloudy morn
Foresters burn branches
From the sleeping trees
The white sun turns to stone

His mother lies in her labor
Nine days long
She called on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the room of mv birth
With hangings rich of
Many strange designs

Nobles stand with their wine
Cups in the room
Saluting me and she the King's queen
Already I am forgetting who I am
Already I've forgotten who I've been

My mother lifts me up
To her huge soft breast
Her nipple like a berry both
Hard and brown
Her eyes look on me like waves of the sea
And with small lips
The yellow milk I draw.

This Moment

(Mike Heron)

This moment is different from any before and this
Moment if different it's now
And if I don't kiss you
That kiss is untasted
I'll never get it back
But why should I want to
I'll be in the next moment
Sweet moment
Sweet lover
Sweet now

The walls of this room are
Different from any before them
They are now
They are now
The air that you breathe is
Different from any before it
It is now
It is now

You may think that life is repeating
Repeating
Repeating
Repeating
Repeating

You may think that life is repeating
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no

Each moment is different
From any before it
Each moment is different it's now

When You Find Out Who You Are

(Robin Williamson)

It's of a strange and furious time
When men did speed to pray
Along the road of discontent to gods of gold and clay
Some did seek security
Among the seas of change
And some did seek dear life to wound
A furious time and strange
But when you find out who you are
Beautiful beyond your dreams
Just look around and
Notice where you are
Just look around and notice what you see
Each moment born for you innocently

But when I see what we have made
What we have out with the mind's blade
In the blackness feel it all
Repeated faces rise and fall
With ancient goals unwondering fail
Further obscure the ancient trail
Filling with the endless years
The river of your heart's tears
I swear you have the power
As the angels do
Spread out your fingers and
Make all things new
Change the world by the things you say
By the things you love
And by the games you play
And you make each new day

It feels so funny in your mummy's tummy
Before you get born into
The world for to carry on
Remember young man of the time
Before you first went to school
How did it feel trying to live to the rule
Remember young man of the time
When your love stick
First rose free between your legs
Like a growing tree
Remember you walked with your lover
Like a gypsy and a gypsy queen
Under the stars where the sign was seen
Under the stars where
The leaves were green
Under the stars where the sign was seen

0 how many shining hearts
With love has guided me
And many I have met before
In lands across the sea
We used to speak of that ocean deep
How little words can say
It's better now to ask your friend
What makes him sad today

No one can do it for you
Make your own sky blue
Make your own dreams come true
Make it come true.

Fair As You

(Mike Heron)

My fairest love I live and
Learn the songs that ring true
Whose message is plain
Whose words are few
Whose melodies smell of the pines
Love dwells between the lines
Cast upon the air to fly
When words won't do
Words won't do
The sun he sings a song

In forest moist at break of day
When wonder fills the air
I thought to pluck at break of dawn
A melody so fair
Whose gracious form
Can match your own
Your soul blessed in every turn
Colored by the rainbow's pen
In tints so rare
Tints so rare

The sun he sings a song.

Be Glad For the Song Has No Ending

(1970)

Come With Me

(Robin Williamson)

I have a ship both sleek and fine
I point her bows wherever I will
The seven seas they all are mine
I call the winds
I call the winds her sails to fill
If you will flee away with me
And bid farewell to the land you know
I'll show you marvels presently
And wonders
And wonders that the earth does show
The shouting mountains
- 0 speak on sir
The diamond valleys
The caves where sleep the stars by day
Eve's clouded bower
Adam's garden
The secret land that love does see
O come with me
I will come with thee
The gentle spring rains will lave your face
- 0 sweet waters
The winds will bear your train
The morning birds will sing your song
The earth will call your name
The stars will be your canopy
The sun your candle flame
The greeny~gold wheat your incense sweet
My heart your windowpane
O come with me
I will come with thee

All Writ Down

(Mike Heron)

I fully understood
That you'd leave when your ship come by
And l fully understood
You had a purpose more high
Than to give a little schoolboy
To give a little schoolboy his first love

But oh did I cry
And did I cry
For I thought that those days
Would just fade and die
But every cell in my body has it all writ down
Every smile and every frown
And oh those good-time girls
Oh those good-time girls
That book ft sometimes makes me glad
That book ft sometimes makes me sad
But oh - it don't read bad

I cursed you to your face
When you turned to go
But I see now that you did just right
And I bow to you low
For you gave a little schoolboy
You gave a little schoolboy his first love...

Veshengro

(Robin Williamson)

Moon of the berries is waning to clay
Bavol the wind leap on the whale's way
Sing for Veshengro, oak ash and may
I will not flash the day glance on the strong
King's shield
Nor yet the moon glance on the frightened man
Bring her sweet peace ere she rests on the
Breast of God
With the nutrnegs and oak-apples of her rosary
That counts the praying sand
Who cradles earth and water in the hollow of her hand

I was a wasp on a nettled hill
Ten thousand brothers in a nest of fungus paper
And every sopping apple held its cider sweet for my thin tongue

I was a swineherd at the court of Fionn
I wore the coat of patches with Jalal beneath the stars
Sang at the black court of Ain
I baked sweet pastries for the Quenn of Spain
I hid my alchemy beneath the stone of lies
Burned at the post my boiling brain
Made craters of my eyes

The mystery of history it is not revealed
We hear not clear but only with hope and fear
And the pomp of crime, and the pride of the time

I was a monk repelled by a woman's smell
I sailed in Darwin's ship, a mouse that gnawed the grain
Trapped by the cook on one dark day
I have spoken with the Thames in much sweeter times
And with the Medway where she rolls her waves

The snake-weed is hissing the wind of the morn
The mountains are mouthing where Albion is born
The light rays are gathering where Horus is shown
Sing for Veshengro. oak ash and thorn.

Waiting For You

(Robin Williamson)

I've been wearing faces in the strangest places
Just to make a dream come true
The dawn is sweet but it's incomplete and l'm waiting for you
The breeze is blowing and my hair is growing
Forgotten everything my mother knew
The day is young and spring is sprung and I'm waiting for you
Must you bring that horse in here Miss Jones
(although your snowshoes do look terrific)
Yes they all come from out of the sky you know

I'm waiting for the dove that never came home
I'm waiting for the painter when his colours were gone
I'm waiting for the soldiers at the war, I'm waiting for a royal decision
I'm waiting for the sun to snore
I'm waiting for a rumble from Jericho, waiting for the world to begin

I'm a bareback rider, I'm an outsider and love to dance the boogaloo
I'm a turnip head, I'm a lately wed and I'm waiting for you

More tea vicar? (Hold that tiger)
Yes, the hydrangeas do look divine this time of the year

I'm wailing for the angels to put on their smiles
I'm waiting for the judges to come to trial
I'm waiting for the aeroplane, I'm waiting for the graves to open
I'm waiting to be sold in chains
I'm waiting for a signal from the trapdoor queen
Waiting for the world to begin

I'm a snake charmer, I'm a guava farmer
I'm a goose to me don't ever say boo
Let the universe roll, I'm a simple soul and I'm waiting for you
Oh it sounds so sweet when you play it me like that..
(that tiger really doesn't want to be held)

I'm waiting for the signs to point a different way
I'm waiting for God to take a holiday
I'm waiting for night in the mine
I'm waiting for the hills to grow steeper
I'm waiting for the man they call Shine
I'm waiting for Willie the Weeper to wake,
Waiting for the world to begin

I'm off to market with an old straw basket singing dodeodeodo
Green cloth to wear in the spring, in the April breezes how it will blow
I'm going to introduce to you now the
Personalities who compose the Jim Spiggatt Occult Quart.
Over there on my left we have Miss Cynthia de Monfort-Jones on her silvery toned
Mandoline, and just a little further over the left we have that famed Oriental bass player
Miss Fenola Bumgarner (first time in captivity folks!)
On the pounding batterie and coterie we
Have that well known bricklayer's labourer from Pilton,
Mr Jack McMarker- and perhaps we just have time to devastate your synaesthesia
With one more searing chorus from Black Jack Davy on the steam organ. That's all.

U

(1970)

Juggler's Song

(Robin Williamson)

Gather round friends and I'll show you what I made,
Something in my bag that'll surprise you all
It's a secret, don't push, I'm not ready
Something to dazzle your eyes-o

Something to blow your mind away,
Something that I made today

The first little ball is red and green
It's pretty
I know what you mean
I call it Space, do dio do
What it will do I just don't know

But the trees may whisper and the bills may grow
While it's changing

The first and only juggler, I must be the best
I love to see the rings spin, never at rest
Up in the air and back to me
What it will do I just can't see

Something to blow your mind away,
Something that I made today

The next little ball is silver and black
See it chase the first one forward and back
I call it Space, do dio do
What it will do I just don't know

But it seems to make a difference just to have it here
While it's changing

The next little ball is too hot to hold
I have to keep tossing it and I hope it gets cold
I call it Power do dio do
What it will do I just don't know

But it seems to make the whole thingummywhojemyflippery rattle and go
While it's changing

Something to blow your mind away,
Something that I made today

The next little ball is orange and blue
I can't juggle four so I'll toss it to you
And I call it Time...

Time

(Robin Williamson)

Arise, arise and follow me
As best you can
Come follow me, my measured dance
Come see my circus, come dice with chance
Now you are come beneath my sway
Who once was at the daylight gay
Here's rights and wrongs
And reasons why
A time to live
A time to die

I was your slave, now you are mine
I am Time, I am Time.

Experience will teach you what you may
Or may not do
I'll teach you to forget the truths
You always knew
See what might be,
See what might have been
Though you yourself created me,
Your own mistake has set me free

I was your slave, now you are mine
I am Time, I am Time.

Bad Sadie Lee

(Shankman)

I was born in Wild Wyoming
I always fancied roaming
Til I rode into Old Dodge City
Now I'll stay there til I die
I'm wanted in Texas and Tennessee
Dead or alive Bad Sadie Lee
I take just what I want as I pass by

I can draw faster than a man can see
I can shoot better than Annie Oakley

Ain't no-one around who shoots better than me
And I'll show you just what I mean
Fired a shot at a buzzard on a limb
Killed him stone dead but it went through him
Shot a buffalo down in Mexico
Shot a blasted Jim Crow
In a bar I never had been

I don't have to wait for Sadie Hawkins Day
All I have to holler is the word okay
They know I'll shoot them if they run away
But there's one true love I've had
The man I loved was called Daniel Bone
We crooned beneath the watermelon moon in June
But he left me for a ginger-haired ornery raccoon
And that's what turned me bad

Queen of Love

(Robin Williamson)

A strange power calls from the left hand
Across the waters deep
A strong power calls from the left hand
Let all things sleep or weep

Oh the queen of love, you have unwove my eyes
And my heart will not sleep

The eye would sleep but the mind would rise
I must needs walk down God's eyebrows
And along the street of his eyes
Look for me and you will see me in my red cloak
Swimming determined
As God's blood flies

Creatures of grief you beg from the thief
I will not carry home your sacks of sorrow
But I will pay the fiddler good silver if he smiles
Pray God he see tomorrow

And the fine fine girls that are into it
And my eyes with salt water swim
And we disputing with a brittle gaiety
Upon the world's rim
If I sought to love you with my body
It would be with a bent back
Unto the day of doom

Oh the Queen of Love
I am in her heart
She is in my room

And together alone we clasp hands
And in each others eyes walk the endless shores
And below I have my duty to perform in the song
And that that I was
You will see it no more

The snow is on the hills of my heart
And to speak is to die
The men at arms to seek to mark me
And the monks raise hue and cry
Seek me in vain on Golgotha
Or in fear's hollow
For the way I take today
Only the true may follow

The ancestors in stone armour
Calling for loyalty untrue
Seek to make a zigzag of the arrow's flight
It is so swaddled in the bands of form
But I am girdled with the storm
And cloaked with the night
I am not to be seen or found
Save only in what I cause
Standing outside on the inside outside
Perfectingness and flaws

How will I say where I end
Or where you begin
How will I say, what shall I play
Shall it be you or the wild wind
As Pan with the unsane eyes
Or with the wild horns
Or when I am crowned with the paper crown
Or with the crown of thorns

A strange power compels distortion from the right hand
Fleece to the grey wolves
Fangs to the grey sheep
But the Queen of Love she strokes
My body alive, that I do not sleep,
The doctor brews potions and pills
To open his own front door
The locksmith makes strong bolts
To bar his gates to every new breeze that flows
Shall I now put lions ears upon my ears
Hear every sound as a roar
Shall I now put mouse's eyes upon my eyes
Guage the moon for size against my paw

While the Queen of Love
She sings to me
From above and beyond the world

And I observe my mind
It is playing ignorant boy
While at her feet I am curled

And I remember all female movements so well
Of such a form to bring much joy and ease much care
To perfume and let fall the coloured gown
And to let down the curling hair.

But now I play seed thrower
And I will play three-legged man
I will play dream weaver and day bringer
And catch as catch can

While the Queen of Love
She swims like a silver dove in my mind's room
And my body sleepwalks down the road
In a warm dark swoon

Light In Time Of Darkness/Glad To See You

(Mike Heron)

Oh light in time of darkness
When your eyes on mine fell
My heart on timeless waters drifted

Chorus:

I want to know you
I want to know you
I want to know you well

Oh strength in time of trouble
Pray your nature tell
Oh beautiful and shining one

Chorus:

Oh timeless closeness springing
Between our paths in time
Oh crystal bell of truth ringing

Chorus:

Oh formless bliss come flying
On wings of laughter free
Oh road of beauty crying

Chorus:

Brother all I know is I am
I know not yet who I am
But a bright star took my right hand
Led me to this strange and far land
Oh new star touch with your silver breath my light
Then you may know who I am

Brother the sun shines on our path
Flowers grow and birds sing on our path
Come to me love take my right hand
Together to walk in this far land
Oh new star touch with your silver breath my light
Then you may know who I am

Glad To See You

I'm glad, glad to see you
So glad, glad to see you
It must feel good to be you
And it feels good to be me
When you're glad to see me

Walking Along With You

(Mike Heron)

There are many things'll give you a good time
I have known a few
But my lover it's you that makes my eyes shine
And makes the sky so blue
And it makes me feel so very good
When I'm walking along with you

When we're walking along
You've got the power you're so strong
But you move your body like a midnight song
I love you

Last night we made a meadow
Bathed among the dew
And out of buttercup's pale clear light
I was born anew
And it makes me feel so very good
When I'm walking along with you

When we're walking around
I see your feet kissing the ground
Your arms make music without a sound
I love you

Hirem Pawnitof

(Mike Heron)

It's of a famous highwayman a story I will tell
His name was Hirem Pawnitof, in bread street he did dwell
Through all the storms of his career few troubles he had missed
His tale was wrote from ear to ear, and he looked like this:

Throughout the land his gallant band in many a song did star
With Biceps dead, and Pretty Boy fled, and Boothill claimed Bill Star
Though the best are gone, he still rides from Leeds to Carter Bar
Weedy and few his motley crew
And here they are:

His purse was lined with empty air, his wherewithall was low
The last good swag to pad his lag was 40 years ago
His motley band were out of hand, their breakfast they had missed
Then travellers two hove into view
And he challenged them like this.

The stranger turned to his lady fair
A smile played on his lips
What's the deal, are they for real
They've been taking too many trips
No gold need we, we travel free, here's something we won't miss
A treasure map from Gabby the Flap
And he gave it him like this:

His glasses perched upon his nose the map he carefully sussed
Each robber's eye filled with surprise, there's gold in it for us
The strangers waved the band goodbye but they did not see them go
Hirem got his compass out, said follow me lads, Westard Ho

Then had not gone but 20 yards when a pieman they did spy
They smacked their lips with hunger keen - my kingdom for a pie
The peddlar twinkled once or twice
Not one word did he say
With snake-like eyes he shouted 'pie'
And he struck him on the head with the tray

At that moment Hirem Pawnitof attained enlightenment.

Come on said Hirem laughing much
Let's see what's down this road
His troop were dropping, wearily stooping
Men of no fixed a bode
Just then a milkmaid Hirem spied
Their hearts were filled with bliss
Like long lost friends who meet again
They fondly kissed like this
I need a man around the place
The milkmaid breathed with charm
And Hirem twirled his long mustache and took her by the arm
The last we heard they all lived there
Doing what the law allows
They all ate breakfast every day, happily growing cows.

Bridge Song

(Mike Heron)

Beautiful Girl:
To the South a brightness
It is not the moon deep dreams unfurling
It is not the starlight far but near
I feel in my heart bright joy stirring
Look yonder love, see it comes more clear

To the South a brightness
City of light unfolds its glory
How it calls me on through the night
Pinnacles of gold, towers of the silver bright
And the soul of city calls,
Come, be my bride tonight

To the South a brightness
And I must go
The bridge opens its arms and bends low
And you my love must go where you will

See you

Seeker:
Beloved how I love, how I love
To see things through the magic of your eyes
To share things that make your spirit rise up
But try as I might, and try as I may
I can't see anything

Invocation

(Robin Williamson)

You that create the diversity of the forms
Open to my words
You that divide and multiply it
Hear my sounds
I make yield league to you
Ancient associates
And fellow wanderers
You that move the heart
In fur and scale
I join with you
You that sing bright and subtle
Making shapes that my throat cannot tell
You that harden the horn
And make quick the eye
You that run the fast fox and the zigzag fly
You sizeless makers of the mole and of the whale
Aid me and I will aid you

I make a blood pact with you
You that lift the blossom and the green branch
You who make symmetries more true
You who consider the angle of your limbs
Who dance in slower time
Who watch the patterns
You rough coated who eat water
Who stretch deep and high
With your green blood
My red blood let it be mingled
Aid me and I will aid you

I call upon you
You who are unconfined
Who have no shape
Who are not seen
But only in your action
I will call upon you
You who have no depth
But choose direction
Who bring what is willed
That you blow love upon the summers of my loved ones
That you blow summers upon those loves of my love
Aid me and I will aid you

I make a pact with you
You who are the liquidness of the waters
And the spark of the flame
I call upon you
You who make fertile the soft earth
And guard the growth of the growing things
I make peace with you

You who are the blueness of the blue sky
And the wrath of the storm
I take the cup of deepness with you
Earthshakers
And with you the sharp and the hollow hills
I make reverence to you
Round wakefulness we
Call the earth
I make wide eyes to you
You who are awake
Every created thing both solid and sleepy
Or airy light
I weave colours round you
You who will come with me
I will consider it beauty

Robot Blues

(Robin Williamson)

Down in Robot City, you might think it's play play play
Down in Robot City, you might think it's play play play
But a Number 5 Robot he must work in all the night and day

Number 1 come by, he give my work to me
Oil the flowers, fix the showers, clean the electronic trees
Shine the light, fix it right, now listen carefully
Don't you go romancing with that pretty Number Three
And that's why, why I got the Robot Blues,
Down in my heart compartment
Down in my old magnetic sole shoes

When I see that Number 3 I get charge all in my dial
When I see that Number 3 my piston fills with oil
You know what I'm talking about
But she likes that number 1 because he's rich with
All my toil toil toil

That Number 3 she charm the heart of any robot man
Moving her body like an old tin can
If I could get my claws on her
I would lubricate her free
I've got a perfect action why won't she play with me

And that's why, why I got the Robot Blues,
Down in my heart compartment
Down in my old magnetic sole shoes

Well I think I'll get a ray gun
I will see what that will do
I think I'll get a ray gun
I think I'll get a ZZ Special Q
I will blast the Number 1's gaskets
And his coils I will refuse to renew

He seen me coming, sneak up from behind
Switched off my vision and he left me stone blind
I could not see to blast him
Here's the ending of my tale
He went of with Number 3 and I cursed to no avail

And that's why, why I got the Robot Blues,
Down in my heart compartment
Down in my old magnetic sole shoes

Puppet Song

(Robin Williamson)

Now you may have observed if you walk into a wall
You get a certain sense of reality
When you take a look through your memory book
You may perceive a certain rhythmic regularity
The crazy things your mind gets up to when you're away
Throwing clouds of rain over brightest day

There once was a little man
He worked all day and slept all night
He looked at the sun
It didn't seem bright, it didn't seen right
He wondered did the world go rolling along on its own
Or did some spirit move it with a black cat bone
And he set out to find the causes behind
The events in the world
And the seasons of the mind

So he asked his wife about it, and his wife said yes
Come back and see me if it's time to know less
You do too much aquestioning of the world at large
Everybody knows the politician's in charge

So he went to the Kinghouse just the next day
To see that politician with his hair dyed grey
Jump down turn around blow you up or kiss the ground
Trying to be the president of the land so gay
He had false pretendies, I had to love his style
Bound to make some havoc with that violin smile
Hey, Salvador Dali, make a walking talking something
You paint some freaky pictures, make a likeness of that man
Muchos dollars if you can

So the little man asked the politicians who makes the plan
Who makes the plan, what happens to me
And who has the key

Now you are asking me who makes the scene
His highness King Gold and Madam Silver his queen
They keep it all arustling with the dollars and pounds
And everyone knows that money makes the world go round

So the little man asked King Gold and Madam Silver
Come tell me what you can
And King Gold said, lifting his golden voice from his golden bed

Now money is something, it's a basic flow
And me I am the archetype of jewels and dough
I do a lot of talking both slow and fast
But me make decisions, no of course it's the past
Oh the past is something, we all have some
And universal history is a bundle of fun
Now I'm getting sleepy, starting to nod
If you want to check the picture, want to check the picture
Want to check it, check it with God

So the little man climbed up on a rickety ladder, to the heavenly lands
And he shed a tear, 'it's all so queer and it doesn't seem clear'

Now God was sitting easy in a heavenly chair
Breathing deep and lazy on the heavenly air
The little man got near him just to get right from wrong
Said 'God are you responsible for all that goes on'
God looked up from having a heavenly think
He gave that little questioner a heavenly wink, saying

'men have coloured me with the colours of their minds
So I find
Used me as an excuse for all kinds of goofs
And for crimes of all kinds
All your so hard facts painted thinly on the void
Why were you not more pleasantly employed
Anything you want to do, I'm happy if you make it go right
And it's true if it makes you happy you know it makes the
World more bright
And you shall have liberty
Always was yours anyway
You're one of my kind, you're an infinite mind
You make each new day
There's nothing more I can say'

Cutting The Strings

(Robin Williamson)

There now, they've all gone
Almost as if they never had been
I turn my eyes backwards and I gaze into my own gaze
I turn my eyes inwards and I gaze into my own face

I built my prison stone by stone
How many useless knots I tied
I dug the footfalls in my path
How many useless tears I cried
Here to build in worlds of beauty
No-one made a joy a duty
No-one, no-one but me

I saw the birds that flew so free
I envied them their grace divine
I saw the dancers airy step
Theirs was a different world than mine
Here to build in worlds of glory
No-one made my sad sad story
No-one, no-one but me

When useless walls come tumbling down
Sparrows will sing on the frozen snows
Adam will pull the knife from his brow
Eve will lick the salt from his wounds
Free to make my own tomorrow
Free to free my heart from sorrow
Free to hear and smell and see
Free to be me, free to be free

I Know You

(McKechnie)

I know you
Through and through
Saw you kiss the flowers
For hours and hours
Saw you colour the flowers
For hours and hours

You and all the ones I've known
Shall wear my crown
Winged we were before time was
How we've flown, how we've flown

I love the others
My sisters and brothers
I love them all the more

Now that I've found you I love them all
The more.

Rainbow

(Mike Heron)

Golden seeds of autumn streak the purple sky
Miles of amber raindrops stretch between our hands
Just then, just then
My heart lept high
Beautiful colours danced
In my eye
Walked to the window
Looked up at the sky

As I lit an evening candle
Feeling you were there with me
All around me, saw your love come shining brightly
You're a rainbow

And me I'll come shining though
Rain's gone, and the sky is blue
I'm a Rainbow too

No-one can say how long I've loved you
Rainbow shine
No-one can say cos nobody knows
Rainbow rainbow rainbow time

Morning light of springing snowdrop
Golden sun - at midday hour
Twilight violet
Midnight stars come shining silver
You're a rainbow

And you take my breath away
You make me stop and say
I'm a rainbow too
If you see a soft light falling
And you feel I'm there with you
All those colours
They do not come from the candle, Oh no
You're a rainbow

Born are the words
On the silent wings of love
So dear to me, sweet song of love
Coloured are the words with the rainbow of truth
So dear to me
As long as I live I will sing that song so dear
So dear to me

And merging with mine the voice of all that you are will shine
So dear to me
Sweet song of love

And me I'll come shining through
Rain's gone and the sky is blue
I'm a rainbow too

No-one can say how long I've loved you
Rainbow shine
No-one can say, cos nobody knows
Rainbow rainbow time

Me, I'm not missing you
I'm right there kissing you
I'm a rainbow too

I can tell by your eyes
You've been singing that old sweet song
Let your love roll on
Everybody here I think will agree
That they can sing that song
As good as can be
You know I'd hate to go
I'd hate to go
Before I see everybody here
Shine like a rainbow

I have seen you there

Liquid Acrobat As Regards the Air

(1971) with Licorice

Talking of the End

(Robin Williamson)

Talking of the end
Talking of the end
Let me hear you say you disagree
Talking of the end
Talking of the end
Let me hear you say it will not be

This is no time for easy riding
This is no time to cry
Better start to play your part
Start to live before you start to die

Dream the world all alive
Busily conspiring humming like a hive
Dream the world all alive
I dream it as me
Rise as fair and tender leaves
Brightening in countless eyes
And the sweet song of whales beneath the sea

If I could sing only one song I'd sing of you

Dear Old Battlefield

(Robin Williamson)

Robin: rhythm guitar, vocals
Heron: lead guitar
Likky: organ, vocals
Malcolm: bass
Gerry Conway: drums

Just another rusty brother
Seeing his old role replayed
Looking in the world like a broken mirror
Seeing his old face displayed
They come and go, come and go
Why do you advertise goodbye
Living a lie will lay you low, what can I tell you, what can I sell you
But the truth will make you high

Death is unreal that's the way I feel
There's more to be revealed
Lovers and friends meet again and again
On the dear old battlefield

I will see my memory lightly let me go
I know that we will always be but time pass fast and slow
Agelong cradlesong almost had me sleeping for good
If not for the plan of the magic man who finally helped me out of the wood.

Cosmic Boy

(Lyrics by Likky McKechnie, music by Mike Heron)

I'm calling to you
My cosmic boy
For I want to say hello
And I see you smile
Your shining joy
Ah you look so high
You look so high

And I shall dance for you
The sweetest dance that I can do
Yes I shall dance the sweetest dance I can

Ah you're looking so fine now
Al soft-eyed and shiney
And when you look how you are
I'm so proud you are a friend of mine

And I shall dance for you
The sweetest dance that I can do
Yes I shall dance the sweetest dance I can
All along the soft pink clouds yes
On the rolling clouds endless

Worlds They Rise and Fall

(Mike Heron)

Worlds they rise and fall within her eyes
She gives the eagle wings
To fly her skies
Upon her breath the four worlds live and die
And sometimes
Its all I can do is bow to her

Chorus:
But when the moon is misty through the trees
Right now she says I want to be
Your girl, your little girl

Stars they rise and fade, around her dance
For her the steep is climbed
The gulf is spanned
She lives, she lives, the bards sing, around her stand
And sometimes
Its all I can do is bow to her

Chorus:

Evolution Rag

(Robin Williamson)

We're the fish men or the sea apes
Look at our tails and scales
And out big tough leader away he wails
He thinks he is the king pin but he's outraced
By the little weedy stranger with the grin on his face
But that is the illusionist the circus man
And the whole man murdering sea is his caravan (it leaks)

Eat air croquettes my children dear
If you want to save yourself time and tears
History picnickers follow me
Evolution up the slopes of the sea

Out on the land out on the land singing hurray
While a million years pass by and we get well on out way
Grandma clears the trash left by previous picnic slaves
And with just one swipe of her ragged fins she uncovers the caves
Singing billy go store the map safely underground
He does but what is this that he has found

The map has gone how will we grow old
Grandma's tears made the barbecue cold
I fing myself saying here's where I came in
The illusionist has vanished like a red hot gin

Painted Chariot

(Mike Heron)

Only a painted chariot but it took you so far into the rain
And the coachman slapped his fist
On the chariot in the mist
He said look here sonny, can't you see its as real as pain
See this fine chariot, won't you ride it
I'm the coachman, won't you trust me to guide it
And it's only a painted chariot

Don't you trust that coachman
He doesn't want you to be free

Then you got high, deep sigh, much more, where's the door

Hear the old prayers, find the wise players

Adam and Eve

(Robin Williamson)

Once before the world began
God was sitting in the sky
He began to get some mud together
O I wonder why

First he made a man
And then he made a woman
Mr. Adam and miss Eve
They began to be quite good friends
As I can well believe

O remember that morning
Remember that time
Take a warning
When you see the sign

Eve was sitting in the garden
When in came a serpent
Miss Eve take this apple
Give it to your man
Give it to your man
I don't want it
O Adam give it a try
O give it a try

Friends if you're travelling
Never go taking an apple from a snake
If you do I'll tell you true
You make a big mistake

Red Hair

(Mike Heron)

Stepping out of the grey day she came
Her red hair falling like the sky
Love held them there in that moment with the whole world passing by

He could look through all of his books
And not find a line that would do
To tell of changes he could feel her make in him
Just by being there

So good just to walk in the light
May the moon shine down on love every night
Sometimes it seems the only things real
Are what we are and what we feel

Here Till Here Is There

(Robin Williamson)

Where will you go
When days grow short and winds grow cold
And green leaves are shaken
There was a road as once I saw
Wound with bright ivies and trumpeting haws
Of whitest sand embroidered with flowers
That very few had taken

Where will you go
While rivers run and days eat days
And white stars are pining
In hopes more true in hearts more gay
In love that is stronger and brighter that day
In hands that heal in thoughts that play
In all eyes shining

Tree

(Mike Heron)

I had a tree
In the dream hills where my childhood lay
And I'd go there in the wide long days
And my tree would listen to all that I'd say
And the sun was shinging brightly and the sky was smiling

Then one day when the world had put me in its tomb
And my life was just an empty room
I went to my tree and I sat there in my gloom
And the light was fading dimly and the sky ws crying

Then my tree bent its branches low down to the ground
And its green leaves shrouded up my mind
And I left the world somewhere behind
And I didn not know what I would find
And the sun was shining brightly and the sky was smiling

Darling Belle

(Robin Williamson)

Papa would take me to the park to see the swans
By hansom cab trotting so high
Holding his hand to see the swans
Hissing louder than rustling dresses of gracious ladies bustling by

See swan ships come sailing in
White as the clouds on a windy day

James I suppose would be in school
James I suppose would be in school

I was I was learning to spell
Laughing at loud smells
Avoiding the rod of the codfaced master
Was it your absence made me quiet at noon
Playing british bulldogs on the gravel
Was it your presence coloured my dream
I burrowed in cupboards like a mole all saturday
Under old chairs and old ladies knees
I framed your half remembered face
With frail white embroideries
Calling for you down the mousey garden
Calling for you down the mousey garden

O did you meet him at the ball
Eighteen years on
Tall soldier now and you full grown
Belle did you meet him at the ball

O do you remember me
Thin girl with cold hands
You in your scarlet and you knew my name
Step to the veranda under the wisteria
In the mysterious november
Dancing as if with death or fate
To the moon black ballroom
Of the silk skinned lake
Kissing me you lifted my skirt
Under the willow trees

Keep the home fires burning
Though your heart is yearning
Though the boys are far away
They dream of home
There's a silver lining
In the dark clouds shining
Turn that lining inside out
Till the boys come home

O did I see you march to the train
Did I cry was my nose red
My two day bride can you feel me in your memory
I will be the redness in your iron fire
How could i write
My words would seem sad or gay
We regret to inform you
We regret to inform you

Meet me by gaslight in the dark dawn
On waterloo bridge we will walk arm in arm
Hearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy dew
When we are dead
When we are dead

Now she sits in her brother's window's house
Skin like a lizard aura like a daffodil
Migrant guest from relative to inlaw
She stares into the embers and remembers

Myrrh

(1971) Robin Williamson Solo Album

Strings In The Earth And The Air

(Ivan Pawle)

Strings in the earth and the air
Make music sweet
Strings by the river
Where the willows meet
There's music along the river
For love wanders there
Pale flowers on his mantle
Dark leaves on his hair
All softly straying
With head to the music bent
And fingers playing
Upon an instrument
Twilight turns from amethyst
To deep and deeper blue
Lamps light with a pale green glow
The trees of the avenue
The old piano plays an air
Sedate and slow and gay
She bends upon the yellow keys
Her head inclines this way
Shy thoughts and grave wide eyes
And hands that wander as they list
Twilight turns a darker blue
With lights of amethyst.

Rends-moi Demain

(Robin Williamson)

Rends-moi demain et le lendemain
Pour toi j'éfface le passé
Pour toi j'écris les heures
Laisses-moi derouler
Dans le cháteau vitreu de tes pensées
Tes réves mondains
Tes espoirs purs
M'envoies tes baisers quand départ le jour
Les nuits s'éloignent tu me manques
Car les danses bizarres
De ce monde patinoir
Génent maintenant mes yeux.

Translation:

Give me tomorrow and the following day
For you I erease the past
For you I write the hours
Allow me to unroll myself
In the glassy castle of your thoughts
Your worldly dreams
Your pure hopes
Send me your kisses when the day departs
The nights grow longer I miss you
For the strange dances
Of this world skating rink
Hinder my eyes just now.

The Dancing of the Lord of Weir

(Robin Williamson)

In the third part of the year
When men begin to gather fuel against the
Coming cold
Hear hoover ring hard on frosty ground
Begins our song

For centuries we lived alone high on the moors
Herding the deer for milk and cheese for leather
And horn
Humans came seldom nigh
For we with our spells held them at bay
And they with gifts of wine and grain did
Honour us

Returning at evening from the great mountains
Out red hoods ring with bells lightly we run
Until before our own green hill
There we did stand

She is stolen
She is snatched away
Through watery meads straying our lovely
Daughter
She of the wild eyes
She of the wild hair
Snatched up to the saddle of the lord of Weir
Who has his castle high upon a crag
A league away

Upon the horse of air at once we rode
To where Weir's castle lifts like a crippled claw
Into the moon
And taking form of minstrels brightly clad
We paced upon white ponies to the gate
And rang thereon
"We come to sing unto my lord of Weir
A merry song."

Into his sorry hall we stepped
Where was our daughter bound near his chair
"Come play a measure!"
"Sir at once we will!"
And we began to sing and play
To lightly dance in rings and faster turn
No man within that hall could keep his seat
But needs must dance and leap
Against his will

This was the way we danced them to the door
And sent them on their way into the world
Where they will leap amain
Till they think one kind thought
For all I know they may be dancing still

While we returned with our own
Into our hall
And entering in
Made fast
The grassy door.

Will We Open the Heavens

(Robin Williamson)

Let me be where love is born
To sail upon a scallop shell
The way no hair of a thought is disturbed
And the sight is still
As moonlight clasps each leaf
Of a tree of dust
Until it knows it is alive
And lives to be green

Tell me will we open the heavens
And disperse ourselves as rain
Or passing by some closed door
Beam morning at the passing of all dreams
I love you in spirit and in earth
Through all and beyond
Until sweet kindness fills all space
Quieting the howling stars.

Through the Horned Clouds

(Robin Williamson)

I see your faces
Blown through the horned clouds
In the silent cities
They call me so loud
Come through the fire
Come through the foam
Come at the world's night
Call the herds home
Dearest child dearest child
Most High
Please don't let our fancy die
Till all the grapes are gathered from the vine

When you come
Will you sound the harp
Give to the blind
Cat's eyes in the dark
O will we know you for what you are
You who have come so far
Sweetest fair sweetest fair
Most High
Don't let them cut that ladder before its time
For all the grapes to be gathered from the vine

He comes again
She comes again
Through the mist of time
Through the mist of rain
No more words my heart brims over
In the sea of circustance
Rows for the rocky shore

We who have sworn
By the dead and the unborn
Wheels within wheels
O Most High.

Sandy Land

(Robin Williamson)

The wheels roll on and on into the older west
Seeking for sleep and you found no rest
Old genetic train is railed to the ground
It keeps your smiles turned down

Dandelion compass and the bible and pin
Seen some seasick sailors since the origin
You may sift your bread you can save your bran
Its hard to make a living on sandy land

The map of human theatre
Its incomplete
Favourite parts are broken hearts and poison
Sweet
Here grins the villain in the smartest car
The hero in the mask of bone
Everyone prompting behind the scenes
For their reasons unknown

The map of human theatre
Its filled with roads
But favourite routes are concrete boots
And overloads.

Cold Harbour

(Robin Williamson)

Please never name yourself to me
Enough lies we see
Even the moonlight

Come rest, rest awhile beneath the shade
Of all the beauty you have made
And shared with me
You are my pride
To think I once though you had died
In cold harbour

It seems there will be no more goodbyes
For you and I
Dearest companions

There's time to wipe away what went before
To give away what you have stored
And moor no more moor no more
In cold harbour

It seems there will be no journey's end
For you and I
Dearest companions

Mother and I we have been singing all we can
I know that you will understand
You can be so strong and kind
No one will be left behind
When we leave
Cold harbour
Cold harbour
Hard hard haven.

Dark Eyed Lady

(Robin Williamson)

Dark eyed lady
I believe you are the one I loved before
You are the one I loved before
Beneath the eucalyptus
Of your garden door
I see a face within your face
I'm not looking any more
For anyone to take your place

At the noon of night
I believe we'd leave our bodies there below
Lying there below
Along the hidden ways to go
To the hidden hall
Where the friends convene
To sing the songs that cannot be sung
To do the things that cannot be done

I always knew I would meet you again
I believe you are my long lost friend
I will know you when time has an end
And love continues to begin

I believe you are the one
The one I loved before.

I See Us All Get Home

(Robin Williamson)

You treat me so kindly
How can I repay
Seeing your lips talking
So lovely takes my breath away
You make me restless
But you give me words to say
And if I don't get it wrong
I see us all get home

Let me be your fantasy
Let me kiss your wary foot
Let me be your cameraman
Your confidant your preacher and your prostitute
Let me be your enemy
But over all let me be your friend
Cause if I don't get it wrong
I see us all get home

I see us hew great mountains down
I see us in a lovely place
I see us naked of lies together
I see us naked of disgrace
I see trust born in us through honour
And I see peace come
And if I don't get it wrong
I see us all get home.

Earthspan

(1972)

My Father Was A Lighthouse Keeper

(Malcolm LeMaistre)

Lying on the beach with desire
Rocking to the music of the waves
I was in despair
My heart needed repair
My lover had lied to me but
I was bored by what I saw there
Why? Why! Why?
My father was a lighthouse keeper
Watched the waves getting steeper
Watched the ships going down
In cadillacs they sailed with the tide
Beneath the pier the sea she stroked the night
I rocked a little then
I moved my body again
My lover kissed my lips
I was digging what I saw there
Why! Why? Why!
My father was a lighthouse keeper
Watched the waves getting steeper
Watched the ships going down
We watched the days slip by and the stars explode
And we watched them once again
Oh the laughter rose a cheer
Oh the laughter so nice to hear
Oh the laughter so good and free
Oh the laughter so nice to see

I lay among the shells and coke cans
In my lover
All the people were eating
And smiling sadly in their big cars
My father looked down from his lighthouse
He saw it all he knew it all
Then he laughed a little
Oh so pretty
Oh so easy

Antoine

(Mike Heron)

So still the green and golden plain in icy spring
They young French convent girls in white singing
He took the sacrament young Antoine not without a blush
He left the priest the good book the bread and cup
And took with him the voices hanging in the silver space
Not till he'd reached the vineyard rim did he look down
On the gentle valley breathing in the sun
Seeing the eastern slope where she lived he spoke her name
In love beyond his years he saw the mist come down
And knew there would be many mists he'd look through
For this mountain star
Ah if you'd seen me there hiding in the orchard
Rejoicing in my warm salt tears
Holding to my heart the beauty of a sad song
Needing, needing you.

Restless Night

(Robin Williamson)

Restless Night
Walking nowhere in the foggy dew
Restless years
Whispering through
Very long clouds
Very low clouds

Very long clouds
Very low clouds

It wakes in me the wound of days
As dawn breaks bleak
I call to you
Present the mirror as you comb your hair
Horizons rising icy blue
Yes and tall walls dwindle
Steeples sink into the sea
Old keys for old locks splash up a spray
Grey thoughts and useless papers they roll and blow away
While the band was playing such a sad refrain
Sounds my ears have lost
Continue through the rain

Sunday Song

(Lyrics by Likky McKechnie, Music by Mike Heron)

In the church made of living trees entwined
Green and dapple golden trees enshrined us
I heard the mice murmur in the corners
Saw the moles move deep below the ground

Far below the great ships trembled
And a million men almost remembered
For one did
We are bonded
Love is god
For one did we are bonded love is god
Gold is roses and horses
Kissing petals, swishing tails
Love is god oh sweet joy

Venus fell for a while in England
Air was sweet as milk
The boy child's kisses still changed into birds
Grasses were violet swaying like silk

Now my friends are scattered wide
Over planet earth
I have so much to tell each one
Those of chosen birth
My friends who fold their wings away
In the day

Ah strange surprise
Grass being green
On planet earth
Galaxy thirteen

Yes I have so much to tell each one
Of things I truly know
Of our journeying creating golden dawn
Of our sweet and awesome bond
Why we fold our wings away
In the day

Love is god, it god oh sweet joy.

Black Jack David

(Mike Heron)

Black Jack David is the name that I bear
Been alone in the forests a long time
But the time is coming when a lady I'll find
I will love her and hold her
Singing through the green green trees
The skin on my hands is like the leather I ride
And my face is hard from the cold wind
But my heart so warm with the song that I sing
Will charm a fair lady
Singing though the green green trees

Fari Eloise rode out that day
From her fine fine home in the morning
In the flush of dawn came a sound to her ear
Drifting and floating
Singing through the green green trees

Last night she slept on a fine feather bed
Far far from Black Jack David
But tonight she'll sleep on the cold cold ground
And love him and hold him
Singing through the green green trees

Oh saddle me up my fine grey mare
Cried the lord of the house next morning
For my servants tell me my daughter's gone
With Black Jack David
Singing through the green green trees

Now he rode all day and he rode all night
But he never did find his daughter
But he heard from afar come drift on the wind
Two voices laughing

Singing through the green green trees.

Banks of Sweet Italy

(Robin Williamson)

And must you go my flower my gem
My laughter and my hope of joy
To follow fortune through all the world
Make luck pursue you my darling boy

The sun shines bright in France
Yellow it shines on high barbaree
O be my light of day
Tarry not long on the banks of sweet Italy

A golden ring is a precious thing
Red stockings and shoes of green
A dwelling place with painted door
A wide white bed to love you in

Summer's gone with calm days
Ungentle now is Biscay Bay
A cold fear claims my heart
God save all sailors from the cruel waves

The Actor

(Lyrics by Malcolm LeMaistre, Music by Robin Williamson)

The actor leaves the stage with a rose in his hand
He settles in the back seat his thoughts are like fine sand
Driven through the rain swept streets casting a melancholy stare
Upon two enraptured loves kissing without a care

The dreams of an actor spill slowly by
Like the thoughts of a dreamer or the casting of a die
Talking to gay fellows of the follies on which they perch
He saw a lovely lady beneath the arches of a church

Cigarettes in the airless twenties
An estate well filled with dust
In the evening reading Swinburne
Eating mightily with some false lust
But a kiss was what we found
On damp but friendly ground

The lady wore no makeup but she stood like a swan
Thin body of a dancer her dress was quietly torn
Her eyes searched his distant heart that lingered in the ram
But his friends caught his iron gaze and carried it away again

Broken hearted in the loveless twenties
Where a wink was like an embrace
Making love on blue fridays
From across some foggy space
But a kiss was what we found
On damp but friendly ground

Tea was like a mirror a reflection never there
His thoughts upon that ring of love that burned upon her stare
Her eyes her lips her chin her grace the rain upon her hair
Thus it gripped his white gloved heart can anyone be so fair

Untied in the breezy twenties
With a hand held in my arms
Bearing my heart to the hallowed spires
Of this quiet and ancient land
For a kiss was what we found
On damp but friendly ground

Moon Hang Low

(Robin Williamson)

Let the moon hang low low down in the sky
The lower it goes the higher we fly
One small candle is just enough light
For endless moments of love bright

And the more I know you the more I know
And the more I love you the more love grows

Let the fire burn way down low
In those early hours easy hours
When the world turns slow.

Sailor and the Dancer

(Malcolm LeMaistre)

Beneath some shaded planet
Before this earth was born
We came together
And we danced in the early dawn
For my hands contain ten dances
That shall bear us into the night
Into the sea
And the moon's morning light
Night mimed a bow
And broke into the day
Fair sailors and their cautious friends
Smiled on the sea
That reflected all their gazes
And danced with the air
The breezes filled the sails
High against the quay
High on the limpid waves the ship it did fly
Rising as a condor into the silvery sky
Passing through the arches that begin his earth
The sailors saw the scenic air
As air gave Earth it's birth
Gazing ahead towards today
They saw the fields of this world
They watched the first new dancers
As their bodies did unfurl.

Seagull

(Mike Heron)

Cold morning sun to show me where I spent the night
Sun can you find through porthole on the anchored sea ­ me
Then I'm walking on the prom deck asking the sky
Oh someone won't you hear my cry
Come and stop my questioning, stop my lie
And maybe give me a sign to show me it's alright

Seagull come fly me your song your high song

It's very true there's nothing to complain of here
You know I've tried and not found an enemy to fear ­ here
There's safety in the warm thoughts all around me
Adventure in the strange port quay
But still a questioning in the quiet of me
Why do I need a sign to show me it's alright

Seagull come fly me your song your high song
All right, out on the rolling, rolling sea
Now.

No Ruinous Feud

(1973)

Explorer

(Mike Heron)

I can no longer hear you call 'cross the airwaves
Fog on the line has shaken my will not to yield
The one left here, my command all gone down
I'm caught, caught, where the cold dark fingers trace
Where the men who failed, they lie and kiss the dark earth's face
I am lost, lost, by the storm clouds am tossed
Now here comes the snow deep
And I will take a sleep, sweet Margaret my dear
Tell me
It was long and a strong and sweet year indeed
To get lost in

I've seen the survivors when they come home from the icefields
The lace and the ladies' flush and a pearl on the eye
Fine bone china and the log fire spark high
But I'm back in the wasteland low, where the ripe seed never gets blown
What chance I'll see te sun on the lea, hear the cornfield moan
I am lost, lost, by the storm clouds am tossed
Now here comes the snow deep
And I will take sleep, sweet Margaret my dear
Tell me
It was a long and a strong and a sweet year indeed
To get lost in

No one to hear me when I cry
No one to hold me when I sigh
No one to watch me when I die
How will I live again

Down Before Cathay

(Malcolm Lemaistre)

Through red forests that lean against the hills
I wandered with my heart in my hand
My cloak wound down to the shores of Cathay
Where the gold lay scattered on the sand
Night was young back before the dawn
Casting kisses at the day
Shipping the sea bestriding the earth
Down before Cathay.

The admirable deeds of Khubla Khan
We admired from the deck
Of our cedarwood ship
Observing the domes that prance from Mandalay
Where the dogs they sleep all the day
We gazed upon the Towers of Tyre
That rose coarse and spicey in the air
But we sailed up the coast to sidon
Where the gazes are so rare
Where the gazes are so rare

The ship shone its lamp across the silent air
That swirled before Cathay
And there on the sand that courts the amber sea
Our fair bodies we cast away
Night was young back before the dawn
Casting kisses at the day
Sipping the sea bestriing the earth
Down before Cathay.

Saturday Maybe

(Robin Williamson)

Factory chimney cough yellow smoke
Trucks and trains go rumbling
Throw down your key from your window high
Your man's out drinking
Neighbours thinking evil
Lead by the the lights of your electric fire
Your grey slips falls around your feet
And across the sheet your nut brown curls go tumbling

We don't have long before he comes home from the bar
I'll be gone a week of sundays
Meet me by the bronze horse or the clock tower
Try to come Friday, Saturday maybe
Don't cry now you'll freak the baby

Old Buccaneer

(Robin Williamson)

Sissie wouldn't believe when I told her the old man was gone
The one who lived all alone in the shack on the shore
That's so hard to find, so har to go past
He used to light our cigarettes and never tell anyone
He had blue tattoos and he'd tell us tall stories from the bottom of a rum glass
He's got things to see on the spanish main he's gone away for awhile
He's gone skullduggering on the spanish main he's gone away far away

Thought I heard sails creaking as the stars paled
Anchor chains clinking as the night failed way out on the bay

No one else knows how he crowed when they crowned him king of the cannibal isles
Or how he'd really feel blind drunk at the wheel through a high hurricane
He could dupe the devil at dice and charm charmers whit his beguiling smile
How he fell in love in Lima and a schemer stole his pearly girl and broke his heart again
Now all the foes he killed call him in to fight with their beckoning bones
And all the gold he stole sparkles in the morning light
His sweet ladies are all alone

Sissie dear let's not go near the church today
The big bells tolling the hearse goes rolling the holy joes pray
As they lay him away

Lived one too many winters cold cold weather
Had to sail down to the south sea waters warm
His old bones there
Let an old man go through
Let an old man go through

At the Lighthouse Dance

(Malcolm LeMaistre)

Waiting for the queen to come
Waiting for her to show up
While out on the rocks all the ships
Were sinking we laughed as the dance began
Oh how we danced
At the lighthouse dance

Stepped outside took a look
Shook the sweat felt madly sad
I was dreaming of angels
I saw the ships sinking
But one pulled in
I asked the sea captain tell me where you've been
He turned his gaze into the days and he showed me this movie

Oh do you dance you serenader
Oh do you die you masquerader
Oh do you land you space invader

I could see the dance
Through the cracked window pane
Alice smiled at me I felt quite lame
The dance group played I can't recall their name
They played quite well but all their numbers sounded the same
Oh how we danced
At the lighthouse dance
We danced, I grooved, I sighed, I cried

Circus Girl

(Robin Williamson)

Circus girl, how could you love me
You're so far above me
You hang by your knees and your toes
Circus girl can you even hear me
Down in the crowd
Your silver skirt hangs back over your breast
Such beautiful legs and you sparkle and flirt
I don't mind lipstick all over my shirt
You fly through the air
You've got princess hair
I'm really impressed

Circus girl you fly higher than the house of lords
You look serene
Circus girl your picture cheers hospital wards
You met the queen

The ringmaster's hat is as black as a wellington boot
He's mean he cracks his whip
But if he tries to beat you or even mistreat you
I'll give him some lip
Circus girl you ride wild horses running real quick
You smoke long cigars and you don't get sick
You dance on tightropes sleep on knives
If I married you would I want other wives

Turquoise Blue

(Mike Heron)

On the white sand a footprint
On her back the golden sun
Is playing tunes on this lazy afternoon
It's high summer
The sun's playing tunes
They're so beautiful to see
Only love can sing the harmony

Oh my lover
She knows how to give a gift
She knows how to make a cool breeze sigh
Brings the warmth of summer to my bed at night
And she brings the colour of the sky too
Turquoise Blue

In the distance the birds sing
In the distance the sweet echoing
Of the flute she's playing
On the hazy air
Over there
Oh shimmering day don't take me away
I'd rather be here than anywhere

Weather the Storm

(Robin Williamson)

Stormy weather in the world since the day I was born
Stormy in the schoolhouse
Stormy when I left my home
A few more storms won't freeze me
My love will keep me warm
One thing more I know for sure
I swear we're going to weather the storm

You, you had your soft brown eyes
Pretty as I ever saw
Want to see the sunset
I know where in the the shade of the big boys jaw
Dance through the summer
Dance through the spring
Dance through winter and fall
One thing I know for sure
I swear you are the belle of the ball

I've been around this whole round world
Many strange things I see
I know where I'm going and I know who's going with me
Never fear I won't be cold
My love will keep me warm
One thing more I know for sure
I swear we're going to weather the storm

Little Girl

(Mike Heron)

Everybody knows good times
Everybody knows tears that fall
You and me had something higher than just good times
Something else that I just can't find without you

Without you got emptiness
Without you I've got an emptiness
That is lower
Than just about anything at all

Pick up
Let me pick up
Let me pick up on your lovelight
Please let it shine on me
I want that more
Than just about anything at all

Little girl I love you
Spend my walking hours in thoughts or you
You held your love light high
And it shone
And it shone down on me
But you let it fall so low I could not see

Without you got emptiness
Without you I've got an emptiness
That is lower
Than just about anything at all

Hard Rope & Silken Twine

(1974)

Maker Of Islands

(Mike Heron)

I do my job and it's pleasing to me
It's getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea
On the roughest sea I do alright
On the roughest sea I do alright

But when my work is over and done
I get to being a lonely one

Need someone to take the wheels at night
Someone to navigate till light comes
But most of all I need
A maker of islands

Rested in the golden sunlight
Where the seas are kind
She could make me islands
For my peace of mind
If I could only see her
Look into her eyes
Then I'd lie easy, I'd lie easy, I'd lie easy
In my soul

Cold February

(Robin Williamson)

As I beside some winter's fire
Sat writing words strange and steady
Amongst my own internal choir
Came voices to my mind unready
Of those who died on either side
While friends cry o're their bones unburied
Go sighing through the north east winds
These cold days of February

Some clerk with papers and his pen
Some banker with his poison pity
Some captain careless of his men
These fan the flames that maim the cities
And bigots in the name of Christ
By thorny paths obscure and muddy
Can fear to roam through years of cold
Bewailing how their hands are bloody

Whether they were from here or there
Their race and place I would not be heeding
The men who caused such bitterness
If hearts they have let their hearts be bleeding
Who neither for age nor the young child
Would turn the shot of the arms they carried
Go bear the guilt a weary ways
For the cold days of February

Glancing Love

(Malcolm LeMaistre / Mike Garson)

You used to lie out in some persian garden
You strode cat lithe the streets of New York
You saw me silent eyed aching in the front row
Heart of fire
To ease your cool desire
Heartless love come and lie beside me
And I'll try to find your glancing love

You flashed cruising through the glances
Cast by chances of romances
With noncholance you cast your gown
Writhing to the ground wildest dream
You stretched away unseen

You used to lie out in some persian garden
You strode cat lithe the streets of New York
You seemed so serene as you glided from the screen
Angel eyes
I eased back amongst the sighs
Heartless love come and lie beside me
And I'll try to find your glancing love

Dreams Of No Return

(Robin Williamson)

Dreams of no return
Waking in the early dawn
Dreams of no return
Waking in the early dawn

To whom I sourly yearned in my weakest spell
But what I could not know you could not show me

Old hotel the walls weep and the door leans
The blackbird quits the eaves
And the lonesome spider sings
Saw my sweet and soothing prayer
Was air

Why should you care
I never saw the tomb you they laid
There was already too much shade
What could it bring
What if you know
I need no hand of yours
But still I feel you kiss
While I have words to sing
Perhaps you treasure nothing
From before

In the time I had no friends
I held your picture like a tongueless bell
When I really saw I was wrong
I wrote this song to seem a fond farewell
I've been in the north west world
Looking out on an endless view
When you were any reason why
Was I really any use to you

Dumb Kate

(Mike Heron)

Dumb Kate she's no Indian no Mexican neither
Come up from San Diego long ago
Settled in Nome Alaska, best place that she could be
Half the people there froze right to the bone
Warm'em up Kate

Nobody does business like Kate do
Dumb as she is
She's so dumb she don't know just when to stop
Dumb as she is
Oh oh she don't quit givin' it
No no she don't quit givin' it
If the corn liquor don't get to you
Kate will

She used to serve tables down at the Last Post grill room
Where they chewed on the beef with a lean and a hunted jaw
While waiting for that slow train
Gooing where the sun is glowing
She'll keep your blood just moving right till the thaw

Ithkos

(Mike Heron)

Sardis(Oud Tune)
Lesbos-Dawn
Lesbos-Evening
Aegean Sea
Dreams Fade
Port of Sybaris
Go down Sybaris
Huntress
Hold my gaze

I sailed out from Sardis just one day past
Ithkos Ithkos
Sailed ot meet the dawn on Lesbos fair
Ithkos Ithkos
My marchant's task on this isle is done
I call soft evening forht
To ease up my care

Aphrodite's temple is sweet with sandorac
Bright torches start the night to praise her
Ithkos wipes his mouth and drops the wineskin
Salt wind fresh in his mind

Bark brown eyes has Ithkos
From Sardis newly come
The carmined lips of Lesbos fail to please
And through the noisy night
Just one plaintive song will match his heart

The beautiful Aegean sea
Brings out a weeping need in me
I can't stand by
Like a thief in the night
While that aching lovely light
Shines on

Dreams fade now, a new day rings
Trade pulls the galleon ever on
To rich Sybaris, port of our call
Beyond the blue Aegean

How sweet the sight of peopled shores
To a wanderer as I
Kown from here to Lydia far
Pale Sybaris knows not my tread
And fear stalks in my heart
For reason unknown

Gotta come right out and say it
Pale Sybaris I bear you great scorn
Tlakin' 'bout your fluted pillars and your muted life
It's worse to me
Than Death's own chariot rollin'

Oh hold my gaze light of day
That my thoughts they will not stray
To Hippolyta
The vows that set her free
Denied me

It was right there in Sybaris famed
That I met with her who's named
Hippolyta

Oh hold my gaze bring not the sight
Of that awful wondrous night
Far outside the city walls
Hte Huntress Dance does call
Hippolyta
And the vows that set her free
Denied me

American Stonehenge

(1977) Robin Williamson Solo

Pacheco

(Robin Williamson)

Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun
Where sagebrush turns to alive oak and the white tail run
The air is cool as music when the day is gone
And God paints the sky above Pacheco

Through the blue hills back of Santa Cruz we're rolling fine
Where red tail hawks go circling like the ways of time
Lovers and friends will meet again round red Sonoma wine
When God calls the night above Pacheco

Chorus:
Driving all day up the San Joaquin
Turn west again, up through Pacheco

Keepsake

(Robin Williamson)

I will remember
Even when I'm dead
A long winter's night
You came stealing to my bed

O and the snow was falling
White all on the ground
But it's warm with me
Let fall you velvet gown

Chorus:
Your fater snores
Your mother sighs
We hear them through the wall
I remember a long winter's nigth
I remember it all

Ah whisper you love me
Talk soft and low
With your hands like white birds
And your breasts like snow

How could I be born too soon
Or you be born too late
You rightly lying with me
And your lips against my face

Zoo Blues

(Robin Williamson, Sylvia Woods, Christopher Caswell and Jerry McMillan)

I asped the elephant in the elevator
Where you had gone, he said you were boozing round with the bees
When I had the bucks my dear, you were so fawn
Now my doe is gone and you're so colt to me
Camels in the zoo singing one hump or two
But I can't bear to see them no cow
I feel the loss a lot, I miss you an ocelot
I wonder who's kitten you now
My llama mama what's gnu with you
With your cat's pyjamas and his cockatoo
You sealed your fate with him

Chorus:
Gorilla my dreams
You're a cheetah is seems
Fly are you lion to me
You otter be sad losing me
(for goodness snakes)

I toad you donkey me waitin', why you hesitatin'
I'll pig you up at ape, iguana bison rings and meat you at your front boar
You mustang gone in his big black carp when he gibbon you that new mink cape

There's no depenguin on you that's for sure (sheep skate)
You played me for a sucker, at leech they said,
I was sow gull-a-bull
Ain't no mousetake you snake I'll make you regret you treated me so cruel
Gonna grab my cat, gonna grab my goat
Gonna ram you worms right down your throat
I kangaroo in this sad stoat, you sealed your fate with him.

These Islands Green

(Robin Williamson)

Scotland O where I was born
And happy I have been
It is days come months come long years
Since my home I have seen
All over North America
From shore to shore I roamed
It's thinking often all the while
And how would I get home

And all good friends what may betide
So dear so far away
And the green and pleasant countryside
Where erst I spent my days
And when the road is hard and long
I oftimes call to mind
Old Scotland's vales and Scotland's dales
And the love I left behind

But this rolling world's no poet's home
Nor has been since Man's fall
Through hollow lands and hilly lands
Where the lonesome sparrow calls
His notes evokes a broken key
As you can understand
Which makes us roving strangers all
From our native land

So treat me kindly as I go
As heaven doth require
A safe rest and a friendly word
Are all that I desire
And a glass of your good whiskey bring
In the height of my good cheer
And I'll think on it kindly many a mile
When I am gone from here

I'll take the good times with the bad
Times are nothing sure
I've learned the while that fortune smiles
On them that can endure
Ah but I will trust in Providence
No matter where I roam
And honest ways and honest days
Will lead us all safe home

The Man In the Van

(Robin Williamson)

His mother told me everything
She had every reason to lie
Down there in the laundromant
Like his life was tumbling dry
Born to be a fighter
With nothing to attack
They put sugar in his coffee
And a t-shirt on his back
And they signed it with a pen
Now they've got him in ambulance
And he'll never fight again

Chorus:
Nothing in his pockets and
Nothing in his hand
That man in the van

Out there in the desert
With the dinosaur blues
With a suitcase full of earvax
And pencils in his shoes
The streets were full of marionettes
And their eyes like blood
It was raining crucifixes
To the tune of Billy Buud
Going to Los Cruces
To breathe that magic air
They've got a few shocks for him
When he gets there

Good morning to you Dr. Varden
Good morning to you if you please
There's many go begging your pardon
While they're dying by degrees
The gates of hell were open
There was no one there inside
They were all out in Los Cruces
Giving their hogs a ride
With clean white jackets
And their eyes like glass
Maybe he'll learn to take it slow
And let it pass

Sands and the Glass

(Robin Williamson)

Running from home full of hope
Green as dope and living on our dreams
How long ago it seems since we believed in magic
Finding love so easily then, seeking to be free as the wind
Laughing with our friends beyond the tragic

Chorus:
I think we were duped
But I don't forget
Things that were true
I believe them yet
I've seen a new day

Beyond the sad sunset
It looks so fine
Let it shine in the end
Let it shine

Sweet ladies gave me brown bread and cheese
Breezes from the sea flew blue birds
Death was absurd when I was flying
Hearts of gold and old stories
Never told a lying word
There was no flaw till I saw you crying

Someone could not sell us cars
Saw us staring at the stars and sold us sleep
Drowned us deep in limbo
Some of us died, some got by, here am I still singing on a stage
I'll never turn my cheek but I'll turn the page
And watch the way the wind blows

When Evening Shadow Fall

(Robin Williamson)

When evening shadow fall
All tongues at last will tire of bustling trade
The brightest eye at last grows dull
And the finest flowers fade

Chorus:
Life is short o life is sweet
Sweeter is the love you gave to me
Sure by cold death we two must parted be
But life is sweet

When evening shadows fall
Gaze long upon the lamps that light the sky
And sing again that oldest song of all
Poor mortals born to die

Rab's Last Wollen Testament

(Robin Williamson)

When I was a little boy
I used to take the time
To go and see old Rab McPhee
Down by the railway line
He was getting on in years then you know
And very fond of a drop of mountain whisky, and didn't he tell me so
He was always full of a good story, and he'd a nose like a weatherhane
He was never exactly drunk, but then he was never exactly sober anyway
And I often remember these words he used to say

Water is the strong stuff
It carries whales and ships
But water is the wrong stuff
Don't let it get past your lips
It rots your books
It wets your suits
Puts aches in all your bones
Dilute the stuff with whiskey
Aye, or leave it well alone

Chorus:
Whisky pure
O whisky you're
A charmer
Drunk or sober

Spare yourself contortions
With a drop of barley wine
A sensible precaution
To counteract the times
Brandy and rum are dandy for some
Wherever they might be sold
But a drop of mountain whisky
Isn't ot worth its weight in gold

Whisky, Nancy whisky
You're as sweet as the dew
I'm lonesome my darling
Since parting with you
Kiss me when you're with me
Be easy and free
And I'll throw away the bottle
And take you with me

Conflict of Emotions

(1998) Mike Heron Solo

Torch Song

The light in the crooner's life is an old torch song
Flaming up for his first loves -
Misty romancing and moonlighting dancing into dawn

"You are my sweet theme song
You linger when the spotlights fade
With my sweet theme song I've got it made

Just love me
Run to meet me when I come home
Take my feelings,
Show them a new day.
Make me say;
I will sing again
Jus tlike the brown eyes of autumn years
Singing to the yellow moon
'The dawn is soon coming'
I will touch again
Dreams in the lonely glass at 4am
And walk onto the foggy street
The chance to meet a dream coming"

Belinda

There was no foolin'.
Stretched out her hand and led me,
Let her long hair fall soft on my cheek

She made it so clear
She would go with me one time
And dance for me a dance so sweet

It took all my love to show that girl the sun
It took all my love to show that girl the sun
Took all my strength just to watch her goin'
Like she was no one

Oh! Belinda I'm glad you closed your door

It could've been rough
If you'd seen me fallin'
All over your dancin' floor

It Takes My Breath Away Yet

I did not meet you soul to soul.
I felt the kiss and missed the words that you spoke.
Your skin so soft and warm on mine,
Sighing like the best was done and gone.
And the way that I was playing it was just one
Night with you
Opened my eyes and you were smiling.
Oh darling I'm further and further and further
>From the way that I thought when we met.
Isn't it amazing to watch our love growing?
You know it takes my breath away yet.

Went lookin' in the city streets
And in the ways of the country
And all the time what I needed
Oh all the time just what I needed
Was lookiil' to find me
Lookin' to find me

Jane

Jane can't tell me if her hands
Are trembling with emotion
Of grief or fear or joy.

Jane looks down at her brown shoes.
She knows that the shine upon them
Should please someone like you.

Someone like you would like to take Jane off
To run on sands so white.
To buy her boat trips if you could
And watch her drink tea.

Jane can't tell me if her heart
Is racing with emotion
Of grief or fear or joy.

Maker of Islands

I do my job and its pleasing to me.
I'm getting so I can sail upon the roughest sea.
On the roughest sea I do alright.
But when my work is over and done
I get to being a lonely one,

I need someone to take the wheel at night.
And someone to navigate 'til light comes,
But most of all I need a maker of islands,
Rested in the golden sunlight where the seas are kind
She could make me islands for my peace of mind,

If I could only see her.
Look into her eyes.
Then I'd lie easy
I'd lie easy
I'd lie easy
In my soul.

Transiberian Express

A relationship was being ended.
She sent me a book - "Famous freezing cold railway journeys",
Instead of a hint, what I got was an intimate
Knowledge of the Transiberian route!
Following up with, "Wheels across the Steppes"
I felt myself trundling through the crisp snow
And I could have introduced you to the
Population of Urkutz station by "Chuffing into hostile terrain".

Oh how I knew, it, I could see there was a change.
It was written in your eyes. It was - oh written across your face
And when you told me I saw flashin' of a flag,
Heard the rollin' wheels beneath me.
I swear that I was movin'
There by your side but so far away
Mercury drops, there's nothing to say

Chorus:
I can't hold this room still
Got the towns flashin' by
Got the faces at the stations
It's colder so much colder now
And I just can't stop this Transibeflan Express,
Transiberian Express.
And you bought it, you bought my ticket, ticket

Through the pine trees and they're whisperin' of blood
In the field of my vision I got samovars and overcoats
Into Kirov there's a pink stare of daybreak
Falling over the town.
Then I can hear your voice
"Only one thing more" and you tell me 'bout him
"Only one thing more" but the train is speeding

Chorus:
Thirteen hundred miles from Moscow, snow is everywhere.

We could have been so warm together.
Instead you put me here
Will I be travelling on this line for evermore
Through forest, steppes and hills,
Through Perm and Omsk and Urkutz
And at my soul the loss of you.
Feeling at my core the grip of winter

Chorus:

Squeeze The Minutes

My heart melts at the thought of two people
Achingly in love - "Living apart for the life we're
Going to build". - "Romance on the top of the
Podium yet again and geography just scrapes bronze"!

That I feel strongly enough about it to write a
Song is entirely due to overexposure, as a child,
To 'Family Favourites'.

Now we're livin' apart for the life we're gonna
Build when the time is right.
But the time gets stretched in she Space that's between us,
Squeeze the minutes
I wanna hear you whisperin' to me
I wanna kiss you in the night, in the night

Chorus:
Squeeze the minutes
Chase the hands round
Anything to get you
Sooner than has to be here in my arms
Squeeze the minutes
Squeeze the minutes
Squeeze the minutes
I want you here in my arms

As you said it yourself in your note it wasn't
Such a bad photograph of you
But if lookin' was all to the way you are then I
Could keep my heart more
I wouldn't mind this livin' apart so
Maybe wouldn't think of it all the time

Chorus:

Oh I threw it away the thought - "I wouldn't
Wait, couldn't wait for one love".
I only think of the way you understand me and
I know that it's worthwhile
I only think of the way that you are
It's makin' me know what I want - oh what I want

Chorus:

Winter in China

"The world moves on and leaves a tear".
"Warmth, dazzle are gone".
"It gives you conflict of emotions".
Dragged wailing into existence by the unnatural
And largely hopeless act of rendering Chinese
Poetry into English, they ended up here!

Cold, cold as a crystal, the world moves on and leaves a tear
We both used to see the same thing when we closed our eyes in loving
I'd like to believe there's more wine in that glass
But a shiver in the night says
"Cut your losses
Cut your losses - oh run"

Chorus:
Warmth, dazzle are gone
Gone from the sun as the year moves on
Warmth, dazzle are gone
Gone from the sun as the year moves on
Oh! dazzle, it's got no place in my life anymore
Loud in the deep night
The cold,
The cold cracks like a whip - like a whip

Idle dreams of the far away, they got you in the lead still.
I taste doubt on my lips now,
Don't know if you're stayin', goin'
Fresh paint on the landscape
I really don't know what to think
Bout our love
Cold misty rain in tangled threads falls on me
Chorus:

A dream can be all that's free sometimes,
I know the feelin' well.
A dream got a grip like winter,
Hold you back from all your dealings.
Set your eyes on a distance, pin a heart on your sleeve.
Give you conflict,
Give you a conflict of emotions
And you can't break away

Chorus:

Savage Moon

"To the white man nature was a wilderness infested with wild animals and savage people.
To us it was tame, earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery".
Chief Luther Standing Bear

"We saw the Great Spirit's work in almost everything; sun, moon, trees, wind and mountains.
Sometimes we approached him through those things. Was that so bad"?
Walking Buffalo

"The Sioux knew that man's heart away from nature becomes hard; he knew that lack of respect for growing things soon led to lack of respect for humans too".
Chief Luther Standing Bear

From pastures of plenty, sailin' in with the gold
"Free land for the taking" they said
And they told of the primitive red man.

Chorus:
"Naked in the river he stands
His arms stretched out to the sky
He's worshipping the spirits of the land
And his song to the moon
Is the savage wolf-cry
Great moon, hawk moon
Hoop moon, hawk moon
Hawk moon -stretch out your wings
In a hoop - circle of the people

These people feel kinship with the birds of the air.
With the trees, with the winds that blow,
In fact, they see kinship everywhere.

Chorus:

"Sir it pains me to tell you that you hoped too
Much for this land.
Wild barbarous country it is.
And it's alive with the beasts and the red am".
Chorus:



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