1968
by Mike Heron

My friend the nights are longer
Do you think we're learning more?
Do you think we will be sure of all the song there is?

Did we step wrong somewhere?
Did we my friend?
Are we lost? Are we lost?
Are we lost, my friend?

You played your strings like they led to the truth
Sang your words like clear spring light
Let's do it one more time
And we'll keep the fire going
Bright sunshine in darkest night

We kept looking long
And we kept playing strong
The I-ching's talking soft
Warm hearts are getting thin

And the voice of water running cold
Still speaks so real to me
And I still love to see a rainbow



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

[Original 3rd verse from live performances]

Time knotted in the breezy twenties
With lilacs on the ground
Tennis on wet Sundays
Tea taken without a sound
But a kiss was what we found
On damp but friendly ground



Alice Is A Long Time Gone
by 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.



All Too Much For Me
by Robin Williamson

Bless all the dead and every little unborn child
Sitting in their mummies' tummies
Warm as warm as warm could be

[Chorus from 'Wee Tam And The Big Huge' out-take version]

No use trying, no use denying
Way past lying, all too much for me
Laughing, crying, living and dying
Smiling and sighing, lost my cool you see

[Chorus from BBC radio session version]

No use trying, no use denying
Way past lying, all too much for me
Laughing, crying, living and dying
Smiling and sighing, sitting in the world you see

Now anything might happen any moment now
So don't hold on to anything
It's his, not yours, so take no vow

[Chorus from 'Wee Tam And The Big Huge' out-take version]

No use trying, no use denying
Way past lying, all too much for me
Laughing, crying, living and dying
Smiling and sighing, lost my cool you see

[Chorus from BBC radio session version]

No use trying, no use denying
Way past lying, all too much for me
I feel so humble, now got to tumble
Lost in a jungle talking to a tree

If you look too hard for anything, it disappears
And I've been looking much too hard
For years and years and years and years

[Chorus from 'Wee Tam And The Big Huge' out-take version]

No use trying, no use denying
Way past lying, all too much for me
Laughing, crying, living and dying
Smiling and sighing, sitting in the world you see

[Chorus from BBC radio session version]

No use trying, no use denying
Way past lying, all too much for me
Laughing, crying, living and dying
Smiling and sighing, lost my cool you see



All Writ Down
by Mike Heron

I fully understood
That you'd leave when your ship come by
And I 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 it sometimes makes me glad
That book it sometimes makes me sad
But oh - it don't read bad

[Additional verse from 7" single and some other versions]

I thought those women were so cruel
And were so low
But they just moved by nature’s law,
Didn’t feel right to stay, thought that they’d just go
But every cell in my body...

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...



Anach Cuin
Traditional

[Robin just sings this partial version on the Balmore Tapes]

...scatter seed,
And women whose fingers were neat and nimble,
To spin fine linen and cloth to weave.

[Hums tune]

The course of their boat was no fault of sailing,
T'was the boat that failed them the Caislean Nuadh,
And...

[Hums tune]

[Complete version, English translation from the original Irish/Gaelic]

If my health is spared I'll be long relating,
Of the boat that sailed out from Anach Cuan,
And the keening after of mother and father,
As the laying out of each corpse was done.
Oh King of Graces, who died to save us,
It was a small affair but for one or two,
But a boat-load bravely on a calm sailing,
Without storm or rain to be swept to doom.

The boat sprang a leak and left all those people,
And frightened sheep out adrift on the tide,
It beats all telling what fate befell them,
Eleven strong men and eight women died.
Men who could manage a plough or harrow,
For to break the fallow or scatter seed,
And the women whose fingers could move so nimbly,
To spin fine linen or cloth to weave.

Young boys they were lying where crops were ripening,
From the strength of youth they were borne away,
In their wedding clothes for their wake they robed them,
Oh King of Glory man's hope is vain.

May burning mountains come tumbling downward,
On that place of drowning may curses fall,
Full many the soul it has left in mourning,
And left without hope of a bright day's dawn.
The cause of their fate was no fault of sailing,
It was the boat that failed them the Caislean Nuadh,
And left me to make with a heart that's breaking,
This sad lamentation for Anach Cuan.



As I Roved Out
Traditional

As I roved out one May morning,
As I roved out right early,
I spied my love along the way,
Oh, Lord but she was early.

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee,
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day.

Her hair was dark and her look was free,
And her buckles shone like silver,
And she had a dark and a rolling eye,
And her ear-rings tipped her shoulder.

And she sang lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle, lilt-a-doodle-dee,
And she hi-di-lan-di-dee, and she hi-di-lan-di-dee and she lan- day.



A Ballynure Ballad
Traditional

As I was going to Ballynure,
The day I well remember,
To view the lads and lasses
On the fourth day of November.
With a my-ring-doo-a-day,
With a my-ring-a-doo-a-daddy oh.

A-coming out of Ballynure
and homeward I was walking,
I heard a wee lad behind a bush
And with his wee lass he was talking.
With a my-ring-doo-a-day,
With a my-ring-a-doo-a-daddy oh.

Said the wee lad to the wee lass
"Will you let me kiss you,
For I do have a cordial eye
And it far exceeds the whiskey."
With a my-ring-doo-a-day,
With a my-ring-a-doo-a-daddy oh.

This cordial I am talking of
There's very few can get it,
For there's nothing now but crooked combs
And muslin gowns can catch it.
With a my-ring-doo-a-day,
With a my-ring-a-doo-a-daddy oh.



Banks Of Sweet Italy
by 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 Barbary
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

[Additional verse from live performances]

I followed you through rain and snow
Though you had nothing but your father's purse
A foreign winter and no other shelter
Drink in your eyes is burning clear [?]



Belinda
by Mike Heron

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



Blues for the Muse
by 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 sunrise
'cause he knew how to play

Well she sings so fadey
I call her my sweet guitar lady
she's a noted rider, 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

[Additional verse from the Balmore Tapes and 'The Chelsea Sessions 1967' versions]

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
just the lamplighter
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 all right, 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.



Born In Your Town
by 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



The Boys Of Wexford
Traditional

Out come the captain's daughter, the captain of the Yeos,
Saying, "Brave United Irishmen, we'll ne'er again be foes.
Two hundred crowns I'll give you, to dress along with thee,
I'll dress myself in man's attire, and fight for liberty!"

Oh, we are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand
To burst in twain the galling chain, and free our native land!

[Once again now]

Oh, we are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand
For to burst in twain the galling chain, and free our native land!



Bright Morning Stars
by Mike Heron/Traditional

Bright morning stars are rising
Bright morning stars are rising
Bright morning stars are rising
Days are breaking in my soul

Pale mist is softly fading
Pale mist is softly fading
Pale mist is softly fading
Days are breaking in my soul

Friends they are all gathering
Friends they are all gathering
Friends they are all gathering
Days are breaking in my soul

Bright morning stars are rising
Bright morning stars are rising
Bright morning stars are rising
Days are breaking in my soul



Cindy's Crying
by Tom Paxton

Cindy's cryin' but it ain't no use,
She's got to have it and it won't break lose.
Her soul's disgusted and her body's so weak,
She left to be a hooker on Bleecker Street.

On Bleecker Street,
Honey, can't you see I'm cryin'.
You said you'd leave it but you ain't even tryin'.
You say you live but I can see you're dyin'.

Cindy was standing on Bleecker street,
She had a little trouble with the Chief of police.
She was holdin' and they put her in the gate,
Hollerin', screamin', cryin' "Let me please get straight".

Just let me please get straight,
Honey, can't you see I'm cryin'.
You said you'd leave it but you ain't even tryin'.
You say you live but I can see you're dyin'.

Now Cindy went South to take a cure,
"This time, Honey, I'm straight for sure".
She went down walking to the grocery store,
She's gone thirty minutes and I know she's scored,

I know she's scored,
Honey, can't you see I'm cryin'.
You said you'd leave it but you ain't even tryin'.
You say you live but I can see you're dyin'.

Cindy's cryin' but it ain't no use,
She's got to have it and it won't break lose.
She takes her money, she walks up town,
Waiting in the rain until that man comes around.

'Til the man comes 'round,
Honey, can't you see I'm cryin'.
You said you'd leave it but you know you're lyin'.
You say you live but I can see you're dyin'.



East Colorado
Traditional

It's a long way from East Colorado,
Honey to my home,
Honey to my home, home,
To my home.
It's a long way from East Colorado,
Honey to my home.

Now John Henry left his hammer,
By the side of road,
By the side of road, Lord,
By the side of road.
And John Henry he left his hammer,
By the side of road.

This is the hammer that killed John Henry,
But it won't kill me,
It won't kill me, Lord,
It won't kill me.
This is the hammer that killed John Henry,
But it won't kill me.

Took my hammer, throwed it the river,
It ring right on,
Well it ring right on, Lord,
It ring right on.
I took my hammer, throwed it the river,
And it ring right on.

It's a long way from East Colorado,
Honey to my home,
Honey to my home, home,
To my home.
It's a long way from East Colorado,
Honey to my home.



The Cruel Brother
Traditional

The first of the lords was all in yellow,
ll-e-o-lay and a lullay gay.
The first of the lords was all in yellow,
Said "Fairest one, come be my marrow",
ll-e-o-lay and a lullay gay.

The second of the lords was all in green,
ll-e-o-lay and a lullay gay.
The second of the lords was all in green,
Said "Fairest one, come be my queen",
ll-e-o-lay and a lullay gay.

I have asked them one and all,
ll-e-o-lay and a lullay gay.
I have asked them one and all,
Save sister Anne and brother John,
ll-e-o-lay and a lullay gay.

Kiss me sister ere we do part,
ll-e-o-lay and a lullay gay.
Kiss me sister ere we do part,
As he kissed one kiss he stabbed her heart,
ll-e-o-lay and a lullay gay.



El Ratto
by Robin Williamson

[Version from U, The Roundhouse, London, 17.4.70 from 'Tricks Of The Senses' CD]

I am El Ratto - the aristocratto
From gay Seville I hail
The race of man may scorn
But my pedigree’s as long as my tail
I have silk upon my back and castles fine
Gold and jewels I scarcely lack, nor aged wine
Alfredo, this they named me at the font - Alfredo Ratto
My crest - three cheeses rampant on a field d’argent
Fol-de-rol etc...

I am El Ratto - the aristocratto
The gay Bacchante (that means somebody who likes wine)
When I arise, I kiss the mirror - mmmm, multo elegante!
Naked I stand, will I wear red or blue?
Will I wear the doublet black or the velvet new?
I pass - the damsels sigh and fainting fall,
Saying ‘I would wed El Ratto or none at all’

Cara mia, I am so sincere
I pine for you darling, heed my survival
Beneath her window - it was me that was singing it - ‘O Sole Mio...’
But she was with my rival
I ordered Pietro - ‘Go and fetch my blade!’
I stood with arms akimbo, sneer displayed
I stepped up to my rival, blade in hand (‘En garde!’)
I seized him by the collar, I bade him stand
Fol-de-rol etc...

‘I am El Ratto’ I told him
‘The aristocratto’ I told him
‘Insult me at your peril - varlet!’
My rival turns, hmmm... tall, hmmm...
Black, hmmm...
Sacré bleu! It is El Catto!
My pants I shatto

Between his clan and mine is a long vendetta
I honourably withdrew, saying ‘Fight by letter’
I think I will go seek some other region
Perhaps I'll go and join the Foreign Legion...



El Ratto
by Robin Williamson

[Alternate version from other live sources]

I am El Ratto
The aristocratto
From gay Seville I hail
I am a gay bagatto
With my lips I kiss the mirror
Mmmm, multo eleganto!
Naked I stand
Will I wear red or blue?
Will I wear velvet black or the doublet new?
I pass - the damsels sigh
And fainting all, saying
"I would wed El Ratto or none at all"
(A devil for the ladies)

Cara mia, I am so sincere
I keen for you, dearest snookums
Beneath her window I was singing "O soleoeoeoeoeoeo"
But she was upstairs with my rival.
Upstairs I ran, three steps at every stride,
Tu es magnifico.
I sneer, screech, I curse his mother's knee,
I step up to my rival,
I seize him by the collar and to him I say

"I am El Ratto
Well known as the aristocratto.
Flee, coward, flee, flee
While yet you may."
My rival turns, hmmm, turns,
Hmm, tall, hmm, taller than I thought...
Aaaah, he's coming!
It is El Catto!
My pants I shatto!

Between his clan and mine is a long vendetta
I honourably withdraw, I think I'd better
I think I may go seek some calmer region
Perhaps I'll go and join the Foreign Legion



Engine 143
by A.P. Carter

Along came the FFV, the swiftest on the line,
Running o'er the C&O road at 20 minutes behind.
Running into Seville headquarters on the line,
Receiving their very strict orders from the station just behind.

Georgie's mother had came to him, a bucket on her arm,
Saying, my darling son, be careful how you run.
For many an engineer has died though trying to make lost time,
And if you run your engine right you'll get there just on time.

It's up the track he darted, against the rocks he crashed,
Upside-down the engine turned, and Georgie's breast it smashed.
His head lay against the driving wheel, his heart they could not feel,
And the very last words poor Georgie said was nearer, my God, to Thee.

The doctor came to Georgie, his life could not be saved.
Murdered on that shallow road and laid in a lonesome grave.
His head was covered up with blood, his eyes they could not see,
And the very last words poor Georgie said was nearer, my God, to Thee.

The doctor came to Georgie, my darling boy, be still,
Your health may yet be saved if it is God's blessed will.
Oh, no, oh, no, said Georgie, I want to die so free,
And I want to die for the engine I love, one hundred and forty-three.



Every Time
by Tom Paxton

Every time I hear the sweet birds singing,
I think of you and I, my dear,
I think of you and I.

Every time I hear the bells of evening ringing,
I hang my head and cry, my dear,
I hang my head and cry.

I will love you,
I will love you,
When we are gone, my dear,
When we are gone.



Fine Fingered Hands
by Robin Williamson

I glanced down at her hands, at her fine fingered hands

Nine naked Maja fingers lazy did lie
On the tenth small finger where it crossed my eye
Lo, a very small door
Spiked all with coral
With moonstones and bloodstones and the purple pearl

A rolling road leaned against that door
I stood before it with my crimson staff
I dare not call and I see no key
It opened with a cry and with a laugh

Happy I walked that beautiful town
Pale spires of water, roofs of thistledown
It was paved all with green berries pale as dew
Small windows bright with every hue

I stood on a clockface underground
Through shoals of movers that made no sound
I whistled for a table and a chair
Laughing they came there
And from the curling crowd
A girl brought hop's milk in a green silk jar
Her face was sweet
Here eyes like nenuphar

I glanced down at her hands, at her fine fingered hands

Nine cyclops fingers moved softly and sly
On the tenth small finger where it crossed my eye
Lo, a very small door
All stained with bright jewels
And painted with the festival of fools

A rolling road leaned against that door
I stood before it with my crimson staff
I dare not call and I see no key
It opened with a cry and with a laugh

Happy I walked that beautiful town
It was all of colours that the eyes have not shown
The wind was solid and the rain was flame
And the people clad in shining clothes
Riding on the wind's wall on horses tall

I sat on a fountain in a tree
The moon was mining silver and shared it for me
I whispered for a trumpet and a drum
No, but they would not come
But from the curling crowd
A girl brought essence in a love-hewn jar
Her face was sweet
Her eyes like nenuphar

I glanced down at her hands, at her fine fingered hands



The Fourth Of August
by Mike Heron

'Twas upon the fourth of August,
His coming's foreseen.
Where he had laid himself,
The bracken burn beneath.
How the years fell from his lips,
As all his travels spoke,

To cool me,
There's no breeze,
Will blow.

Lonely have I lab'red,
If autumn has a stand.
Seen so many of my kind,
To comfort with the band,
And think that ever death some how
Will shortly end the song,

Give to me, a little water,
To cool me, where there is no breeze,
Will blow, will blow,
Cold enough, cold enough.

I waited for so long this rest,
I sneered at him for long.
It seems to me out there,
They could be you that's wrong,
And if you fight the earthly bond,
And higher passions crave,

To cool you,
There's no breeze,
Will blow.

I worked true witter [the winter?] through the air,
And struck him where he stood.
Goodbye, I shouted after,
Goodbye to you for good.
So soft his words returned to me,
When I was quite alone,

Give to me, a little water,
To cool me, there is no breeze,
Will blow, will blow,
Cold enough, cold enough.

Oh, twenty years they have passed by,
From what I have just told.
The poplars they shook in the wind,
And our land was dark and cold.
My door I opened to a friend,
She was so fair and young,

In my arms,
She moved,
Like a dream. [?]

Now my heart was softened then,
MY love I freely gave.
The best ears of my fields as well,
As in the brighter days.
One day as I thought of life and death,
My love she turned to me and said,

You gave to me all your sweet love,
Truly there is no breeze,
Will blow, will blow,
Cold enough, cold enough,
Cold enough.

And will you let
A young girl, thank you sir,
And will you let
A young girl, thank you sir,
And will you let
A young girl, thank you sir,
For a little water, freely given.

And will you let
A young girl, thank you sir,
And will you let
A young girl, thank you sir,
And will you let
The young girl, thank you sir,
For a little water, freely given.



Frutch
by 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!



Gather Round
by Robin Williamson

Gather round and I will tell you
Of a man who walked alone
He met with me one dusty evening
He could not recall his home

And he was not a beggar
But people pressed coins in his hand
And his skin it was weathered
His eyes full of far foreign lands

And he took food they offered him
For the hunger in his soul
And they wanted, wished he'd be there
It was written on their scroll

He had sold his heart´s desire
Winding many a tangled thread
Salty tears he drank for water
Hopeful thoughts he ate for bread

The bag across his shoulder
Was a painted paper heart
Filled with several thousand reasons
Why two souls can speak too hard

For he knew truth but seldom spoke
Nor written with the ten pens of the hand
And he sought not wealth nor glory
Only wished to understand

And he sang of times a-coming
When all secrets would be known
And the stars would sing him the chorus
And no soul will walk alone

Here we are, here we are,
Here we are, here we are,
Here we are, here we are,
Here we stay, here we stay

Here we are, here we are,
Here we are, here we are,
Til the stone shall roll him away



Geordie
Traditional

Come saddle me my milk white stead,
Saddle me my pony,
So that I may ride to fair London town
To plead for the life of Geordie.

And as she came into the court
There were lords and ladies many,
Upon her knees she did fall
To plead for the life of Geordie.

As Geordie looked around the court
He saw his pretty Polly,
He said "My love, you've come too late,
I'm condemn already".

Oh, Geordie stole no cow nor calf,
No person murdered any,
But he stole sixteen of the King's white steads,
Sold them in Bohenny.

Let Geordie hang in golden chains,
His crimes they were not many,
For he was born of royal blood,
To a virtuous lady.

I wish I were in yonder grove,
Where times I have been many,
With my broad sword and pistol too,
I'd plead for the life of Geordie.



George Collins
Traditional

Lay lady lady lay lady

George Collins roved out on a May morning
When May was all in bloom.
There he spied a fair young maid
A-washing her marble stone.

She laughed and she sang and she highered her voice,
And held out her lily-white hand.
“Come hither, come hither, George Collins,” she said,
“For your night with me return.”

“Oh my dear mother make my bed..."
“If I should chance to die this night,
As I suppose I shall,
Bury me under the white marble stone
At the foot of fair Eleanor's hall.”



Giles Crocodile (a.k.a. Giles Crooked-Deal)
by Robin Williamson

[Version from the 'First Girl I Loved, Live In Canada, 1972' CD]

Giles Crooked-Deal he's bound to go far
And every time you see him you see him with a fat cigar
He had a finger in every pie
I'll tell you about his birthday party and I'll tell you no lie

All of his brothers and sisters in crime
They'd come up there with him just to have a good time
They were drinking beer and wine and putting on airs
Bear with me a moment friends and I'll tell you who was there

Horny Rhino he came in
He had those muscles just like bottles of gin
Not to clever but handy with a cleaver
And he always had a fancy for Gloria Beaver

Whatever Gloria wants, Gloria gets
She had those kind of eyes that say no, no, no, no, no, no
She had that kind of mouth that says yes
She was really born just to drive them wild
She was always some sweet man's angel child
Oh, she really put on a show

And she was Giles girlfriend but she told him lies
She was always running round after other guys
He bought her diamond rings, he let her live on cake
But he never had to worry about Harry the Snake

Harry the Snake could break safes and steal jewels
Lock up your sons when he gets out his tools
He liked to smoke good stuff, he liked to sniff good snow
And he carried a rod everywhere he go

He liked to sneak up 1950 trouser legs
Insinuate his way into heroes sandwiches

You could never hear him coming cos he always wore 'snakers'

They were all dancing to a real hot band
Horny and Harry were dancing hand in hand

See if you can guess who's who
Oh, what a swell party this is

When twelve o'clock came around and Giles Crooked-Deal still don't arrive
And all of those people departed for some other dive

But as the lights were burning low
The candles were dripping all over the red plastic table clothes
The beautiful birthday cake lay half eaten on the floor
A cleaning lady came in, intimately displaying a wad of corpulant quiet
She picked up her broom and she went away again

And then, there was a sound outside
A shadow could be seen, a knock on the door
Come in
Could it be Giles himself?
It was and he began to sing this song

The party's over, I pace this lonely floor
My teeth are wet with tears, but no one hears my cries of woe
I could have killed them all but my taxi was delayed

The party's over, I'm thirty-three years old
My head is growing bald, my joys are rare, my scales are lined with care
And Gloria my true love, she's gone to find a new love
And now there's nothing left for me but misery

I never had no chance to make good
Just some croc kid in an elephant neighbourhood
And my mother was a snapper from Brazil
And my father was just some low-down half-caste aligator from Guatamala
I used to love to kill, but sooner or later it all gets to be such a bore

Still, I'll never let them know that I'm a failure
I'll just take some of my birthday cake, eat it myself and just leave

Now it's all over
Now it's all over
Now it's all over
Over
And now it's...



Giles Crocodile (a.k.a. Giles Crooked-Deal)
by Robin Williamson

[Totally different version from Tampa, Florida, 29.4.73]

In a sleazy side street in a well-known town
Where only the strong survive
The slinky young pimp there
And I think you ought to meet him
Can you smell his Brylcreem?
Can you stand his vibes?
I'm Frankie the Frog, I don't work too much
I got the golden touch
I got the socks to match
Great snakes, I got what it takes
I can always run you down a little deluxe snatch
From here to Nevada
Or even farther
Pay me my money down
Love her or leave her
But if you got the coins
And the porky loins
You ought to try my special Gloria Beaver
Miss Gloria Beaver
Whatever Gloria wants
Gloria gets
She has those kind of eyes that say no!, no!, no! no!
She has that kind of mouth that says yes!
And she came out of the Union Trust
With her fur in rollers and her silicone bust
She met a young croc on Fifth and Vine
And she said: "Oh, Gorgeous, can you spare a dime?"
He had a football jersey with a number four
He said he'd buy her a beautiful mink coat
And bring it to her the next day for sure
He said he'd take her away with him
On his old man's wheels
And, as he was leaving, he said
"They call me Giles"
Now who is this that rides like a bat out of hell,
Down the side streets of his own home town
Totally swathed to the waist in the tightest of black leather
Studdeb with rhinestones and the words
"Crocodile Angels" emblazoned across his ass
Could this figure of perfect suavity and debonair
Could this be the young Giles?
Crusin' down Main Street
Yeah, with four-on-the-floor
Sitting away down low
I'm trying to be just like Bobby Vee
And I'm diggin' on the radio
I tell you, that Gloria, she came to me
Just like the answer to a young croc's prayer
With the gorgeous golden hair
Oh, man, how will I ever pay for that mink coat
I swore I would buy for her?
I know! Maybe I could rob that old candy store down the block
But no! The way in which I obtain this fur coat for my true love
It must be pure as driven snow
I know, the very thing: my childhood savings
I will draw them out, this very afternoon,
I will buy her a fur coat today
And so he did
And it was early next morning
Giles crawled out of bed
And he popped a few pimples
And he slicked down his hair
He sprayed his arm-pits till he smelled like a man
Near Gloria's gun I made my stand
She appeared in a shade dismayed
When she saw my empty hands
Then I reached down in the back seat
Of my Chevrolet Pontiac
And I gave her that beautiful mink
Oh, what do you think,
She loved that thing
And she loved that thing
She loved me then
She loved me then
She loved me then
Ah, she loved me then.



God Dog
by 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 are 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.



The Half-Remarkable Question
by Robin Williamson

[The Balmore Tapes 'Session C' Version]

The round to the rounder
The sail to the wind
The dreams to the dreamer
The schemes to the skin
The judge to the joker
The laugh to the limb
The last to the devil
The last to the skin

Oh, it's the half-remarkable question
What is that we are part of?
What is it that we are?

Oh, long, Oh, long e're yet my eyes
Braved the gates enormous fire
And the body folded 'round me
And the spirit in me grew

And I hear some kind of bird singing in my heart
Hear some kind of bird talking in my heart

The flower and its petal
The root and its grasp
The earth and its bigness
The breath and its gasp
The mood and the motion
The foot and its move
The life and its pattern
The heart and its love

Oh, it's the never realised question
What is that we are part of?
And what is it that we are?

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

And I hear some kind of bird singing in my heart
Hear some kind of bird talking in my heart



The Half-Remarkable Question
by Robin Williamson

[The Balmore Tapes 'Session D' Version]

The mood and it's motion are standing within
The simply wide eagles, the movement within
There's something forgotten I want you to know
And the freckles of rain are telling me so
Oh, it's the old forgotten question
What is that we are part of?
And what is it that we are?

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

I hear some kind of bird talking in my heart
Hear some kind of bird talking in my heart
I hear some kind of bird talking in my heart
Hear some kind of bird talking in my heart

An elephant madness has covered the sun
And 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

Oh, it's the half-remarkable question
What is that we are part of?
And what is it that we are?

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

I hear some kind of bird talking in my heart
Hear some kind of bird talking in my heart



The Head
by Robin Williamson

[Additional opening lines from WBAI, New York, 13.5.68 version]

Between the top of the neck and the infinite stars
There’s a part, there’s a part...

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
I 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
Then all of these warriors left off their struggles
Threw swords to the earth and embraced each other
This 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.



The Holy Ground
Traditional

Oh, fair thee well my lovely Dianah,
A thousand times farewell.
For I am going to leave you now,
The truth to you I'll tell.
Here's the secrets of my mind,
You're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy ground once more.
Fine girl you are!

You're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy ground once more

Oh, now the storm is raging,
Our ship is sinking fast.
Our poor old ship is sinking fast,
And our rigging is all torn.
Now here's the secrets of my mind,
You're the girl I do adore,
But still I live in hope to see
The Holy ground once more
Fine girl you are!

You're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy ground once more

Ah, but now the storm is over,
And we are safe and warm.
So here's a toast to the Holy Ghost,
And the Holy ground once more.
And we'll drink strong ale and porter,
And we'll make the taproom roar,
And when our money is all spent
We'll go to sea once more.
Fine girl you are!

You're the girl that I adore,
And still I live in hope to see
The Holy ground once more
Fine girl you are!



How Sweet To Be A Cloud
by A.A. Milne

How sweet to be a cloud
Floating in the blue!
It makes him very proud
To be a little cloud.

How sweet to be a cloud
Floating in the blue!



I Ain't Goin' To Work Tomorrow
by A.P. Carter

I'm a-going to leave this country,
I'm a-going around this world,
I'm a-going to leave this country,
For the sake of one little girl.

Don't you hear my banjo ringing,
Don't you hear it's mournful sound,
Don't you hear those pretty girls laughing,
Standing on the cold, cold ground.

Well, she told me that she loved me,
And it give my poor heart grief,
But she's got her back turned on me,
And she's courting whoever she please.



I Know That Man
by Robin Williamson

I know that man
I know that man
He's just too old for you
His hopes are dead
His dreams are fled
Too old for you
Why should you be his pillow or his pill
How come you love him
How come you love him still?

I know that man
I know that man
He's just too pale for you
He's not too strong
He won't last long
Too stale for you
Do you really think he'll make it up this hill?
How come you love him
How come you love him still?

When I was a (boy) child I used to want you then
When I was a man I did not care
I leave you now the key to the highway
Go on, see how you fare

I know that man
I know that man
He's just too weak for you
He may not feel
He only steals
Won't speak for you
What will he do when there's nothing left to kill?
How come you love him
How come you love him still?



I Was Born A Wanderer (a.k.a. Beneath The Larked Sky)
by Malcolm LeMaistre

I was born a wanderer from my mother's heart,
So in to this world I took my eyes,
By ageless rivers I lay my feet to char [chart?],
Beneath the larked sky,
Beneath the larked sky,
Blue sky.

Through high towns and villages, my time has named a price,
And upon the lips of song I daily chanced my life.
But behind time's inches and beyond the miles
I see my lover's smile,
I see my true love's smile.

I was born a wanderer from my mother's heart,
So in to this world I took my eyes,
By ageless rivers I lay my feet to char [chart?],
Beneath the larked sky,
Beneath the larked sky,
Blue sky.

The world ends it's fear again beneath the north wind.
My heart pulls the evening to the sea like a bell.
Following the whispered words along some endless road,
Hearing more than I can tell,
Hearing more than I can tell.

I was born a wanderer from my mother's heart,
So in to this world I took my eyes,
By ageless rivers I lay my feet to char [chart?],
Beneath the larked sky,
Beneath the larked sky,
Blue sky.



I'd Cry
by Mike Heron

[Partial version from the Renold Theatre, UMIST, Manchester, 8.12.71]

I'd cry,
If I knew if I was losing you, I'd cry.
If I thought I was losing you, I'd cry a-long,
Fair, bright, a lying song and singing too,
If I was losing you, would I...

I'd cry,
If I was losing you, I'd cry.
If I thought I was losing you, I'd cry a-long,
Then I'd write a crying song and I'd sing it too,
If I was losing you, would I...



The Iron Stone
by 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 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

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.

[Additional verse from 'The Chelsea Sessions 1967' version]

the stag hunt rushing round the world
one turn of light it's gone again
the eyes of Merlin speak
beneath their crowns of silver grey
A piece of iron black and heavy
smoothed and rounded by the sea
holding its sand and stones...



It Takes My Breath Away Yet
by Mike Heron

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 lookin' to find me
Lookin' to find me



Jane
by Mike Heron

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

Jane looks down at her brown shoes
And she knows that the shine upon them should please someone like you

Someone like you would like to take Jane off
To play on sands so white
To buy her boat trips and be good
And to watch her drink tea



Joe's Waltz
by Robin Williamson

I was so serious when I was young
I studied the coins and the cards
They told me pleny
When I was twenty
Oh but my pillow was hard
Someone helped me to get here tonight
Through the years and the tears and the woe
Well I would not be here to be singing this waltz
If it had not been for Joe

I never urged to drive cars you know
I was always too lazy or scared
My mind was wandering
Way over yondering
Someone had to get me there
Some such lad who seldom gets thanked
Here's the time to bid him adieu
Well I would not be here to be singing this waltz
If it wasn't for the man of you

Oh I was trying to write songs anyway you know
But you gave me something to say
Such good vibrations
All across the nations
You made every city more gay
Oh yes someone touched me
Someone helped me to get through
Well I would not be here to be singing this waltz
If it had not been for you



Johnny Cope
Traditional

Jock sent a letter tae Dunbar
Sayin' Cherlie meet me gin ye daur
It's I'll learn ye the erts o' war
If ye meet me here in the morning

Chorus:

Hey Johnny Cope are ye walking yet?
And are your drums a-beating yet?
If you were walking I would wait
Tae gang tae the coals in the morning

Cherlie read the letter upon
He drew his sword its scabbard from
Sayin' follow me my merry men
And we'll meet Johnny Cope in the morning

Come noo Johnny be as good as your word
And let us try baith fire and sword
Dinnae flee like a frightened bird
Thats gone frae its nest in the morning

When Johnny Cope he heard o' this
He said tae himself it widnae be amiss
Gin I saddle my horse in readiness
Tae gang a flee in the morning

Bye noo Johnny get up and rin
The heiland bagpipes mak a din
Its better tae sleep wi' a hale skin
It'll be a bloody morning

When Johnny Cope tae Dunbar came
They speired at him, "where's a' your men?"
The deil confound me I dinnae ken
I left them a' in the morning

Come noo Johnny ye werenae plait
Tae come wi' the news o' your ane defeat
And leave your men in sic a state
Sae early in the morning

Wait quo' Johnny I got sic' flegs
Wi' their claymores and philabegs
Gin I meet them again Deil brak' my legs
I bid you all good morning



Johnny Lad
Traditional

Oh ken ye my love Johnny
He's down on yonder lea,
And he's looking and he's joking
And he's aye watching me,

He's pullin' and he's teasin'
But his meanin's not so bad
If it's ever goin' to be
Tell me noo, Johnny lad.

Tell me noo my Johnny laddie
Tell me noo my Johnny lad
If it's ever goin' to be
Tell me noo, Johnny lad.

Oh's Johnny blithe and bonny,
He's the pride of all yon lea
And I love him best of any
Though he's aye teasin' me

Though he teases me and squeezes me
And tickles me like mad,
Nane comes near me that can cheer me
Like my ane Johnny lad.

Aye it's you, my Johnny laddie
Aye it's you my Johnny lad
Nane can tease me and can please me
Like my own Johnny lad.

Oh, Johnny's not a gentlemen
Nor yet is he a laird,
But I would follow Johnny
Although he was a caird.

Oh Johnny is a a bonnie lad
He was ainst a lad of mine,
And I've never had a better lad
Though I've had twenty-nine.

And with you, my Johnny laddie
And with you my Johnny lad,
And I'll dance the buckles off my shoon
With you, Johnny lad.



Join The Band
Traditional

Are you ready to join the band?
Are you ready, come along now join the band.
Band
Band
Are you ready to join the band?
Are you ready, come along now join the band.
Are you ready to join the band?
Are you ready, come along now join the band.



Let It Shine On
by Blind Willie Johnson

Oh let it shine on,
Oh let it shine on,
Let your light from the lighthouse, shine on me.

Oh let it shine on,
Oh let it shine on,
Let your light from the lighthouse, shine on me.

Well my Lord, he done just what he said,
Let your light from the lighthouse, shine on me,
He healed the sick
And raised the dead,
Let your light from the lighthouse, shine on me,

Oh let it shine on,
Oh let it shine on,
Let your light from the lighthouse, shine on me.

Oh let it shine on,
Oh let it shine on,
Let your light from the lighthouse, shine on me.



Likky's Memoir
by Licorice McKechnie

Smoking in my bath tonight, the ash fell on the scar that like a crushed white lily sinks in my hairless belly, and I remembered you. I could see you nailed in the lizard bath(?), your head up like a tortoise in surprise, your eyes saying nothing, coy bubbles and wisps of smoke. Your eyes said nothing, only your hands drumming on the side of the bath, off for your proud hills beckon.

(Ticking clock)

I was right in the middle of working out a change step four down the stile step to manage the double curve with the Rothsea train line under the bridge in three steps, when who should arrive in a strange Land Rover there but Frank, who went to my primary. Really there was no need for him around the place. He asked where Robin was. I was alone in the house, father pottering about nearby. And after he knew he was away giving drum lessons, he offered to give drum lessons too.

Perhaps if your Robin doesn’t come back I could go and give drum lessons instead.

Oh, really, it was just a tiny wee thing he had to teach. Like this...

(Drumming)

And if he can play the most superb complicated rhythms for three hours non—stop, I think he’ll manage this little job alright, thank you.

Well, perhaps I could help with bicycles?

I don’t think so, I said, now busying myself cooking inside the cave. Daddy had just gone out to mend the handlebars of his bike, and really as a bicycle mender he seems to be quite adequate.

What about a chimney sweep, then?

Chimney sweep! Hey, what do you think she’s been doing all morning but chimney sweeping? cried Father, neatly flying into the cave room on his bike which was made of palm leaf sculpture, like paper sculpture. And he’d solved the problem with the handlebars very nicely, using split cane in a circle. I looked up proudly, absently too.

She’s a great chimney sweep.

(Ticking clock)



The Little Gypsy Girl
Traditional

I used to be a gypsy girl
But now I'm a rich man's bride.
With servants to wait on me,
While in my carriage ride.
While in my carriage ride,
While in my carriage ride.
With servants to wait on me,
While in my carriage ride.

As I went a-walking
One day down London street.
A handsome young fellow
I happened for to meet.
He greet my pretty brown cheeks,
Which then he loved so dear [so well],
He said, my little gypsy girl
Will you my fortune tell?
Will you my fortune tell?
Will you my fortune tell?
He said, my little gypsy girl
Will you my fortune tell?

O, yes sir, o kind sir,
Hold to me your hand.
You have many fine mansions
And many fine acres of land.
But of all those pretty young ladies,
You've tossed them all aside,
For I am the gypsy girl
Who is to be your bride.
Who is to be your bride,
Who is to be your bride.
And I am the gypsy girl
Who is to be your bride.



Living In The Shadows
by Robin Williamson

Living in the shadows and calling you
I was calling
Could hardly hear you calling me
Could not see you in my memory

Time rolled on like a river, like a wind
Like an endless song
Something was wrong for me
Could not see you in my memory

I tasted every drink, I was a sober man
You were my wine
You were my wine
You left me outside
Outside



Long Long Road
by Mike Heron

[Version from U, The Roundhouse, London, 17.4.70 from 'Tricks Of The Senses' CD only includes this first verse]

I'm thinking tonight of that long long road
And all we who walk upon it
Dying at midnight
New born by sunlight
We need love all right
We need love all right
We need love all right
We need love all right

My feet hurt so bad on that long long road
And the dust that I kicked up choked me
I was lying by sunlight
All alone and crying by moonlight
I needed love all right
We need love all right
I need love all right
We need love all right

I’m thinking tonight of that long long road
And all we who walk upon it
Dying at midnight
New born at sunlight
We need love all right
We need love all right
We need love all right
We need love all right



Lover Man
by Mike Heron

[Additional and different inset lyrics from 'The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion' LP Out-Take, March/April 1967 from the 'Tricks Of The Senses' CD marked with square brackets.]

[Oh my] Baby come tell me 'bout your tree-house
And your candy-striped 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 [/baby] 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 a-way
Baby [/You know] 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

[Additional lines from 'Tricks Of The Senses' version]

And my baby won’t you tell me ‘bout your steam ship
And your nightly air trip
On a white moth’s wing
Hey come tell me all of those things

But if you want to tell me some more
[I] Think you can
Oh babe [/baby] 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

[These lines missing from 'Tricks Of The Senses' version]

He's one that's stealing my scene away
Baby I'm talking 'bout him

He's one [/the cat] that's stealing my cream a-way
Baby [/You know] I'm talking 'bout him
[Baby I'm] Talking 'bout your lover man
[I'm] Talking 'bout him



Lowlands Away (a.k.a. Ladies)
by Mike Heron

[Based on the Mike and Stan Lee version from the Renold Theatre, UMIST, Manchester, 8.12.71, differences to other versions as noted]

If the night was more gentle I would lie at home and sigh
And sing a song, sing a song     [State Theatre, Dublin, 20.3.73: And sing a song, sweet song]
But the ladies, they're so fair and bold
Calling out my name
Wearing their fine bodies within sight
All in the cool of the startling night

Stars on my breast like pearls for a lover's tongue or touch
With fire of dawn and you ride upon the hills like thunder

Oh you're so silent I recognise your song
With your mask of light for the Sabbath morn     [State Theatre, Dublin, 20.3.73: And your mask...]
Changing your dance for the lowlands
Come on, turn your long legs home

[This verse missing from the State Theatre, Dublin, 20.3.73 version]

The tow lines tremble for the rosehip dawn
Near the essence trembling
Scanning the skies, stranger again
Turn your

[Mike seems to forget the words in the UMIST version, PB's lost audience tape from Birmingham Town Hall, 8.10.71 had this version]

The guitar lines tremble for the rosehip man     [Probably a mishearing of the UMIST: The tow lines tremble for the rosehip dawn]
Lingering essence to fill the rain
Turning the galleons homeward again
Turn your long legs home

[PB's lost audience tape from Birmingham Town Hall, 8.10.71 had this verse before the previous 'rosehip dawn' one]

Jade princess stranded, pale ship gone far     [State Theatre, Dublin, 20.3.73: your pale ship gone far...]
Fiery light in the silver dawn
Scanning the skies for the low, lowlands on     [State Theatre, Dublin, 20.3.73: Scanning the skies for the lowlands [indecipherable]]
Turn your long legs home

If the night was more gentle I would lie at home and sigh
And sing a song, sweet song     [State Theatre, Dublin, 20.3.73: I'd sing a song...]
But the ladies, they're so fair and bold
Calling out my name
Wearing their fine bodies within sight
All in the cool of the startling night

Stars on my breast like pearls for a lover's tongue or touch
With fire of dawn and you ride upon the hills like thunder

[State Theatre, Dublin, 20.3.73 has this extra section]

Oh they do,
Ride on
And they ride on
And they ride on
And they ride on

[These next sections missing or different in the State Theatre, Dublin, 20.3.73 version]

Cool high majestic (indecipherable)
And her black bead shine on the lotus flower
Deep is the chanting a low, lowland hour
Turn your long legs home

If the night was more gentle I would lie at home and sigh
And sing a sweet song, sweet song
But the ladies, they're so fair and bold
Calling out my name
Wearing their fine bodies within sight
All in the cool of the startling night

Stars on my breast like pearls for a lover's tongue or touch
With fire of dawn and you ride upon the hills like thunder

Come all you long life sailors on the waves so high
All you who've heard the captain's cry
Oh, I mean lowlands, lowlands away
Oh, turn your long legs home

Oh,
Lowlands lowlands away away away way on
Turn your long
Turn your long
Ah

[The State Theatre, Dublin, 20.3.73 version ending]

Come you long life sailors upon the waves so high
All you who've heard the captain's cry
Piercing the sky, lowlands away

Ride on
Lowlands, lowlands away, gone
Turn your long legs home
Oh turn them
Lowlands, lowlands away, gone
Turn your long legs home
Where

If the night was more gentle I would lie at home and sigh
I would sing a song, sweet sweet song
But the ladies, they're so fair and bold
Calling out my name
Wearing their fine bodies with insight
All in the cool of the startling night

Stars on my breast like pearls for a lover's tongue or touch
With fire of dawn and you ride upon the hills like thunder
And they ride on
Oh, they ride on
Oh, they ride on
And they ride on



The Mad Hatter's Song
by Robin Williamson

[The Balmore Tapes 'Session B' Version]

Oh the [indecipherable] of evening
As the clock very slow in the sticky black minutes
Of my [indecipherable]

Oh, 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.

And yet, so 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 die some time.



The Mole Catcher
Traditional

In Manchester city at the sign of The Plough,
There dwelt a mole catcher, I can't tell you how.
Singing lul-ti-li-lay,
Lul-ti-li-laddie-i-lul-ti-li-lay.

He went a mole catching both morning and night,
While a young man came in for to sleep with his wife.
Singing lul-ti-li-lay,
Lul-ti-li-laddie-i-lul-ti-li-lay.

The old man he got jealous of this very same thing,
So he hid in the wash house to watch them come in.
Singing lul-ti-li-lay,
Lul-ti-li-laddie-i-lul-ti-li-lay.

He saw the young man coming over the stile,
Which causes that old mole catcher to smile.
Singing lul-ti-li-lay,
Lul-ti-li-laddie-i-lul-ti-li-lay.

The young man went upstairs for she give him the sign,
And the cunning old mole catcher crept up behind.
Singing lul-ti-li-lay,
Lul-ti-li-laddie-i-lul-ti-li-lay.

The young man was in bed, he was up to his frolics,
When the mole catcher's trap caught him fast by the ...shirt.
Singing lul-ti-li-lay,
Lul-ti-li-laddie-i-lul-ti-li-lay.

The trap it squeezed tighter, and it caused him to smile,
Says he "That's the best mole I've caught in a while."
Singing lul-ti-li-lay,
Lul-ti-li-laddie-i-lul-ti-li-lay.

"I'll make you pay well for digging my ground,
And the fee it'll cost you is all of ten pounds."
Singing lul-ti-li-lay,
Lul-ti-li-laddie-i-lul-ti-li-lay.

Come all you young fellows and watch what you're at,
And don't you get caught in a mole catcher's trap.
Singing lul-ti-li-lay,
Lul-ti-li-laddie-i-lul-ti-li-lay.



The Month Of January
Traditional

It was in the month of January,
The hills were white with snow.
Through yonder fields and valleys,
My true love she did go.
As I cried by yonder side,
With a salt tear in her eye,
She had a baby in her arms,
And bitter was her cry.

How cruel was my father,
To bar the door on me.
How cruel was my mother,
Such an awful crime to see.
And cruellest was my own true love,
That change his mind for gold.
And cruellest was that winter's night,
That pierced my heart so cold.

Come all you pretty young girls,
A warning take by me.
And never try to build your nest
On top of a high tree.
For the leaves they will all wither,
And the roots they will decay,
And the beauties of your flowers of love,
They all will fade away.



More Pretty Girls Than One
Traditional

More pretty girls than one,
There's more pretty girls than one.
In every town I rambled around,
There's more pretty girls than one.

I gave the poor [indecipherable],
Smoking a cheap cigar.
Waiting for that old freight train,
To carry [indeciherable] my sweetheart.

Good morning Mr Railroad Man,
What times your trains roll by?
Five-fifteen and two-forty-four,
And twenty-five minutes to nine.

Four-fifteen, it's four-forty-four,
Twenty-five minutes to nine.
Thank you Mr Railroad Man,
I'll watch your trains roll by.

Well I pulled my hat down over my eyes,
And I walked across the track.
I boarded me in the people car
And I never did look back.

I dived down in a gambling game,
And I could not play my hand,
For thinking about the girl that I love,
Run away with another man.

There's more pretty girls than one,
There's more pretty girls than one.
In every town I rambled around,
There's more pretty girls than one.

He, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho,
Hey, hey, hey, hey,
Ho, ho, hey, ho, hey, hey, hey,
Ho, hey, hey, hey, hey.



Noah And The Dove
by Robin Williamson & Mike Heron

Robin:I'm Noah
Mike:I'm the dove
R:And we're speaking to you here through the illusion of long distance time colour television.
So hear, I never wanted to be a sailor,
I
M:Heaven help us
R:Am
M:Heaven protect us
R:Surrounded
M:Heaven be witness
R:By every conceivable
M:And inconceivable
R:Airing of doublenesses
M:Crocodiles
R:Ducks
M:Devil birds
R:Eels
M:Adders
R:Foxes
M:Filibusters
R:Gogs
M:Magogs
R:Hogs
M:Hens
R:Insects
M:Ichthyosauruses
R:Jays
M:Gee-Gees
R:Cats
M:Corner warmers
R:Lemurs
M:Leopards
R:Monsters
M:Mice
R:None-suches
M:Never-nevers
R:Ons
M:Offs
Rainbow geese
Snails
R:Tortoises
M:Terrorbills
R:Unicorns
M:Untouchables
R:Vermilion sparklers
M:Living venison
R:Extras
M:Exceptions
R:Ewes
M:Yaks
R:And then some
M:But some of these people the monster ate the first evening
R:Before I acquired the celebrated monster knock out mixture
M:And the other unfortunate souls seemed to get lost during the ark loading
R:What with the huricane
M:And the double-triple difficult sea
R:So when and if I hit Ararat, which it seems I will
M:Otherwise you all would not be there
R:It only seems fair to clear up this evolution problem once and for all
M:You see this lady sheep
R:Is really your mummy
M:In humble form
R:So you mustn't really feel bad about being so easily herded
M:And anyway, you've got the fire-flood to go through yet
R:Or is it the air-flood
Both:I can't remember
R:I can't remember.
But anyway, once underneath my native trees I once met the invisible brethren, one of whom manifested a telephone receiver which I grasped in my horny old paws saying "Hello, hello, hello" in the thirty thousand languages,
"Beep, beep, beep, number unobtainable" he replied,
Then out of the air there floated one senseless song...



No Sleep Blues
by 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?

Chorus:

And the dawn comes sneaking up
When it thinks I'm not looking;
I'm starting to grieve, man,
I used to know but now I believe, man.
They tell me sleep is a gas,
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.

[Chorus]

[This verse missing from the Balmore Tapes version]

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.

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.

[Chorus]

[Additional two verses from the Balmore Tapes version]

When you meet a dragon, don’t put him in a stew.
Just treat him politely and he’ll see what he will do.
When the dragon answered
He didn’t have too much to say.
He just burned down a couple of towns,
Follow me boys, that’s the way

[Chorus]

The lock mends the locksmith,
Oh, but there’s a big lorry going by.
Its dulcet intonations make a wild soliloquy.
Just then I had to leave for London.
I felt like going right away.
Travelled much faster than the speed of light
And even got there the previous day

[Chorus]

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.

[Chorus]



Oh Did I Love A Dream
by Malcolm LeMaistre

Bored laziness laced his lucid eye
In corderoy suits and old school tie
He left for France to lavish lie
It rained slightly when he arrived

Spring rushed by in '31
Fresh daffodils on wet windowsills
Laced and chased in chiffon thrills
Image reves ma cher

Oh did I love a dream?

She appeared one night in the smoke-filled air
Flashing and flawless, a faultless frame
From Paris to Rome she tossed her hair
The valet changed but she remained

The heels were high in '31
A movie kiss a sacred bliss
A sound came from Garbo's lips

Upon the walk he watched the gondolier
From his fingers a Gauloise limply glowed
His sanguine friends cheered their cheers
But he recalled her dancing, how she flowed

The days were changing in '31
O loss of laughter lay over the hill
A foolishly fashionable passing thrill

In Greece he saw her prancing eye
Words from lips twirled towards her
For one brief night he held her sighs
But she leaped away in the morning air

The days grew bright in '31
O eyes were light and hearts were strong
Life became a swan-song



Out Of The Dark Waters
by Robin Williamson

Out of this fog, who comes, comes complaining.
Soaked in hermits robes to barren lands.
And touching his lust soft reason on Shank's pony,
And cut throats and gamblers,
Inspect their hands.

Rumbles of law, pick up or hit and miss,
And love is all that pays for one more jar.
And hold their smile on this.
Who from the dark waters,
Lift the sword.

Dance within the ring, false hearts and true.
The mask of little jest secures the pace.
And the ring of tongues deign to perform the perfume,
His mouth against your breast
And his hands about your waist.

Brighten up with the world against the meek.
With tongue in cheek and never on your charms.
The wing bites where the heart beats with soft alarm,
And no more ringlets, no.
Never taught me how to kill.

Dance lip to lip, it kills another thread.
Depart and bless by dark and spectral dawn.
And hold me smile on this.
Who from the dark waters,
Lift the sword.



The Pig Went Walking Over The Hill
by Robin Williamson

The pig went walking over the hill
To see what he could find
"Oink oink" were the words he spoke
He thought he was going blind
First he looked here
Then he looked here
The man in the hat was walking away
Saying "dear dear"

[sings gobbledygook] and the sky was blue
Oh oh see a small boat row
The pig went walking over the hill
With hardly any clothes

Oh oh I never feel this way in the snow
Oh and I can't remember anything
I talk to thee everywhere and somewhere I sing
Yes what happened just before I came in?



Queen Juanita And Her Fisherman Lover
by Mike Heron

Queen Juanita and her fisherman lover...

Fisherman have you gone crazy
Mending your nets all day in the sun
Just when the sun was highest in the sky
She came by and took you by the hand
To the shimmering ocean
An underwater land
Saying ‘I am Queen Juanita
Come to my palace so grand,
Fisherman come.’

Lying in the cool green stillness
The seaweed's lazy drift
Among the glistening pearly shells
The languorous seabirds shift
Drinking from Neptune's cup
You sent a bubble floating to Queen Juanita's cheek

She turns in her grace
Leaves her dolphin, lifts her face
Her seahorse earrings flick their tails
Her thighs bejewelled with water snails await you
Stay fisherman stay
Brown fisherman stay

Canopy of giant oyster shell
Golden with sand and legend
Reflect the embrace of fisher and queen
Across the bay a rainbow gleam -
Juanita loves you
Stay fisherman stay
Brown fisherman stay
Juanita she loves you

Watch - slender as the sea grass sways - Juanita
Her being is water's ways - Juanita
Playing with the currents
Playing with Juanita

Many men who sail upon the foam - Juanita
In the still of the evening far from home - Juanita
They hear her voice - Juanita
Have you ever heard her voice?
Many men have heard her voice

Watch - slender as the sea grass sways - Juanita
Her being is water's ways - Juanita
Playing with the currents
Playing with Juanita
They hear her voice...

The conch rings out across that watery bower
A dangerous note struck in a dangerous hour.
Osmiroid Overloader, the notorious giant octopus,
The demon of the deep, has vowed to ensnare Juanita
And carry her off to the darkest doomy depths of the dim Sargasso Sea.
The octopus comes nearer and nearer.
He comes nearer and nearer and nearer...
He stretches out his great tentacles towards Queen Juanita's silvery minarets
He comes nearer and nearer...

Just then the fisherman, who has been hiding all this while behind a rock,
Tries to tiptoe away, and stumbling, plunges his thumb into the octopus' eye.
[Sounds of screaming] says the octopus, falling down in a messy heap on the sand.
Eurrrggghhh!

Come cod, come prawn
Come cockle, come skate
Come fat, come thin
Come early, come late
Come swim, come plunge
Come float and treading
It is the day of our great Queen's wedding

All across the sea... the tabor is beating
The guests are drinking and the guests are eating
And all the ocean will sing forever of
Queen Juanita and her fisherman lover
(‘Extra, extra, read all about it!’)
Queen Juanita and her fisherman lover
(‘Brings him down to the underwater cavern!’)



Raga Puti
Traditional, arrangement by Mike Heron

[Partial lyrics from 'Be Glad...' issue 6]

Raghupati Raghava Rajaram
pathitha pavana sitaram
eswar allah tero nam
sab ko shanmati deh bagavan...

[Complete version, note spellings vary]

Raghupati raaghava raajaa raam,
patit paavan siitaa raam

raghupati raaghava raajaa raam
patit paavan siitaa raam

siitaa raam siitaa raam
bhaj pyaare tuu siitaa raam
raghupati ...

iishvar allaah tere naam
sabako sanmati de bhagavaan
raghupati ...

raat ko ni.ndiyaa din to kaam
kabhii bhajoge prabhu kaa naam
karate rahiye apane kaam
lete rahiye hari kaa naam
raghupati ...



Relax Your Mind
by Huddie Ledbetter, additional lyrics by Robin Williamson

Relax your mind, relax your mind,
You'll be livin' a great long time.
Some times and you got to relax your mind.

Relax your mind, relax your mind,
You'll be livin' a great long time.
Some times and you got to relax your mind.

Now I stood on the highway but nothing came my way
I felt low when the snow started falling
I got into a barn to keep out of harm
But the dog in the door kept howling
Honey thinking... here's the very words I thought:

Relax your mind, relax your mind,
And you'll be feelin' just fine fine fine
Some time and you got to relax your mind.

Relax your mind, relax your mind,
You'll be livin' a great long time.
Some time and you got to relax your mind.

Poor old Inspector Brady said the lady I love
She left me alone this morning.
Said I'm leaving you now, cos you called me a cow
And the voice of my youth is calling
I said well you tried to let her over here
But she really wanted to go over there -
(Tell her this now)

Relax your mind, relax your mind,
I'm goin' to wait for you just a little old time.
Some time and you got to relax your mind.

When the light turns green,
Put your foot down to the gasoline.
Some time and you got to relax your mind.

Relax your mind, relax your mind,
You'll be livin' a great long time.
Oh, some time, one time, enough to be two times,
Please relax your mind.
Any sad time, bright time, I think it must be high time
That you please relax your mind.



Restless Night
by Robin Williamson

[Original version from live performances]

Restless night
Walking nowhere in the foggy dew
And the whole town is tiptoeing
And whispering through

Very low clouds

Doors are all closed
And the stores are too bright
I would go tell them of the dreams we know
But the night gets in and fits too tight

The whole world grows around
Cars and me in the clear night air
And my body gets sad cause I see
No stars here and no stars there

Very low clouds



Ring Dance
by Robin Williamson

The great oaks stand five hundred years as solid as a wall sir
By there comes the north wind and crashing down they fall sir
The gentle grasses bend and sway, they grow unbroken still sir
The strongest thing a man can do is change his mind at will sir

All that our poor eyes can see is like some northern field sir
The farmer's gone and the weeds grow there, how little it will yield sir
To us it seems a mountain high begirt with snow and rain sir
The strongest thing a man can do is dare to climb again sir

The keepers of the scales and pens, the guardians of our time sir
They ride blindfold down the hill, sat back to fore on swine sir
And every healer that they meet, they nail him to his gate sir
The strongest thing a man can do is still refuse to hate sir

Infinite much I do not know but this seems plain to me sir
Everything we've seen this far ain't half of what we'll see sir
Many people ask of me "What do you believe sir?"
How much love a man can give that love that man receives sir



St Giles And The Dragon
by Robin Williamson

[Partial version from the Champness Hall, Rochdale, 16.2.74]

Now everyone loves a movie show
And I always go down to the old Rialto,
Where they play the old films that no one loves to see,
But me.

And I was home one Monday night,
I was heading for the side door,
Some dirty old joker,
I thought now who could that be?

But it was the famous Giles Crooked-Deal
Who got in for free,
To see.

Oh can you imagine just how bad I feel,
He was the star of the featured reel,
Yes he's just the bum that sleeps outside,
Just in time for the opening night of St Giles And The Dragon.

In the first scene Giles comes rolling through in a chariot stolen,
But he seems to have a little trouble staying on,
And you can hear some bolts rattle as he gallops out to battle
Against a horde of bloody zombies in the slime.

Our hero can't help tumble, and fall off,
But the bridge, no, but the sweat,
AH, No, No,
He loves the hero [missing word(s) in existing recording] flower.

Help me Giles!
Now who's that calling?
Will you help me Giles!
Now who's that calling?

Half way up yonder cliff nailed by her hair,
Ursula! Ursula!
Oh what are you doing nailed up there?
Giles will come to your aid
But no...



Sea White Horses
by Robin Williamson

Sea white horses
Prancing, dancing over a lilac sea
Waves like silver leaves silver leaves
O sea of memory, sea of memory

They got silver hooves, silver bells
Eyes like ivory

Get up in the saddle
Ride over the waves so free
Under a lilac sky
Over a violet sea

Far far away



Secret Temple
Lyrics by Licorice McKechnie, Music by Mike Heron

Yes I will believe you're in trouble
Yet I see you as life's lover
How long, how long
How long, how long
How long

[These two lines are missing from the 'Earthspan' LP Out-Take version from the 'Tricks Of The Senses' CD]

I see you are my son
I see you are my son

Ah the breathing of you - Secret Temple
Secret Temple
Open the gates

Ah the breathing of you - Secret Temple
Secret Temple
Open the gates

I trust you
I trust you

Yes I will believe you're in trouble
Yet I see you as life's lover
How long, how long
How long, how long
How long



See Your Face And Know You
by 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.



Sir Patrick Spens
Traditional

The King sits in Dunfermline toon,
Drinking the blood-red wine;
"O where will I get me a skeely skipper
To sail this wee ship of mine?"

It's up and then spoke an auld man,
Sat at the King's right knee;
"Sir Patrick Spens is the strongest sailor
That ever sailed the sea."

The King has written a braid letter,
And sealed it with his hand,
And sent it out to Sir Patrick Spens,
Was walking on the sand.

The first ten words Sir Patrick read,
A loud laugh laughed he;
The next ten words Sir Patrick read,
The salt tears blind his ee.

"O wha is this has done this deed,
Oh teld the King of me,
To send us oot this time of year,
To sail upon the sea?

"To Noroway, to Noroway,
To Noroway o'er the sea;
The King's daughter of Noroway,
'Tis thou must bring her hame."

They hoisted their sails on Monday morn,
With all the speed they may;
And they have landed in Noroway
Upon a Wodensday.

They hadnea been gone a week,
A week but barely,
When all the lords of Noroway
They begin to say:

"Ye Scotsmen drink up our King's gold,
And eat our Queen's fee.
Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!
So loud I hear ye lie."

They hadnea been gone a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
When dark and grumbly grew the sky
And surly grew the sea.

For up and then spoke an auld man,
De de de de de
Da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da

"I've seen the old moon late yestreen
With the new moon in her arm;
And if we go to sea, master,
I fear we'll come to harm."

They hadnea been gone a league, a league,
A league but barely ane,
When a great wave broke the good ship's bough,
And the waters they come in.

"Ge fetch us a web of the silken cloth,
And another of the twine,
And wap them into our good ship's side,
Let not the seas come in."

They fetched a web of the silken cloth,
And another of the twine,
And they wapp'd them into the good ship's side,
But still the seas came in.

"O where will I find me a bonny boy
To take my spear in hand,
And roll me up to the high top-mast
To see if I can spy land?"

O laith, laith, were our good Scots lairds
To wet their cork-heeled shoon,
Yet lang, lang, ere the play was done
They wet their hats aboon.

And many was the feather-bed
That fluttered on the foam;
And many was the good laird's son
That never did went hame.

Half o'er, half o'er to Aberdour
Tis fifty fathoms deep,
It's there lies good Sir patrick Spens,
With the Scots lairds at his feet.

O lang, lang may the ladies sit
With their gold combs in their hair,
But lang, lang e'er they see Patrick Spens
Come pulling to the shore.

O lang, lang may the ladies sit
With their gold combs in their hand,
Before they do see Patrick Spens
Come pulling in to land.



Skiffle Song (a.k.a Where Are You Living Now, Man?)
by Robin Williamson

When I was a younger man my mind was like a sieve
I used to move from house to house, I was never sure where I lived
I changed my house two times a week, I kept it up for years
When I met someone out on the street these words were all I'd hear

Where are you living now, man?
How are you getting high?
Where are you living now, man?
I wish I did reply

I'm sitting here looking at the stars
I'm trying to play the simplest chords I know
You and I we came from very far away
I wonder where we all go

I'm sorry for any pain I brought to you my darling friends
And I'm sorry if I brought you down or messed you around my darling friends

Well I used to scrape a livelihood in a very devious style
I had big bags of sticks and stones, I would sort them into piles
At night when I was coming home with sticks and stones galore
A big policeman stopped me there and he put me against the door

Now what have you got in your bags, what's inside your hat?
I told him it was sticks and stones, I had my answer pat
We chatted there for an hour or so, I showed him all my stones
This pretty one, that pretty one, he answered just with groans
And just when I was warming to it he had a bright idea
He looked me keenly in the eye, these words he said to me

Where are you living now, man?
How are you getting high?
I started to tell him
He did not wait for my reply



Strong Thing
by Mike Heron

Strength lies in moving forward,
Strength lies in moving forward.
Each day has the newness within,
Every moment is just waiting for the life you can give it,
So....

Strength lies in moving forward,
Strength lies in moving forward.
Each day has the newness within,
Every moment, you know, just waiting for the life you can give it,
Oh,

Moving forward's a strong thing,
Yeah, moving forward's a strong thing.
Strength lies,
Oh, strength lies.

Strength lies in moving forward,
Come away with me, yeah,
Come away with me, yeah, yeah.
Moving forward's just a strong thing,
Ah, moving forward's just a strong thing,
Well, Moving forward's just a strong thing,
Just a strong, strong.

Oh, it's a strong thing just to push along,
Passed the one that would tell you,
But stay with the one that would show you a reason to live,
And give it all you've got to give.
Oh, stay with her,
Oh, stay with her.
Moving forward's a strong thing,
Yeah, don't you know it's just a strong, strong.



Sunday Song
Lyrics by Licorice McKechnie, Music by Mike Heron

[From PB's long lost audience tape from Birmingham Town Hall, 8.10.71]

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

[Original live version added the following lines here]

We were having an earthspan of silence
To contemplate supreme being

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

[Additional verse from original live performance]

And I want to tell you now
And letters take too long
So now I give you this, a spirit song
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.



Take Your Burden To The Lord
by Blind Willie Johnson

Leave it there, leave it there,
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there,
Leave it there.
If you trust and never doubt,
He will surely bring you out,
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there,
Leave it there.

If there's word for you at home,
How your friends are lost or gone,
And you have to get along,
Moderate fair, moderate fair.
He will make a way for you,
And lead you safely through,
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there,
Leave it there.

Leave it there, leave it there,
Take your burden to the Lord
And leave it there, leave it there.
If you trust and never doubt,
He will surely bring you out,
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there
Leave it there.

If you're worried in your mind,
You can't get no anodyne,
And your soul is almost sinking,
In despair, in despair.
He will know the way you feel,
He can save and he can heal,
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there,
Leave it there.

Leave it there, leave it there,
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there,
Leave it there.
If you trust and never doubt,
He will surely bring you out,
Take your burden to the Lord and leave it there,
Leave it there.



This Little Light Of Mine
Traditional

This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine.
Every day, every day, every day,
Every day, every day, every day,
Every day.



Torch Song
by Mike Heron

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
Just like 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 4 am
And walk onto the foggy street
The chance to meet a dream coming"



The Twa Sisters
Traditional

Two lovely sisters were walking one fine day,
Oh, the wind and the rain,
One pushed the other in to the waters, waters deep,
And she cried the dreadful wind and rain.

Along come the miller with his old boat hook,
Oh, the wind and the rain,
And pulled her out by the tail of her coat,
And she cried the dreadful wind and rain.

He made fiddle strings of her long black hair,
Oh, the wind and the rain.
He made fiddle pegs of her long finger bones,
And she cried the dreadful wind and rain.

The only tune that my fiddle can play
Is oh, the wind and the rain.
The only tune that my fiddle can play
Is oh, the dreadful wind and rain.



When You Find Out Who You Are
by 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

When you find out who you are
Beautiful beyond your dreams
When you find out who you are
Beautiful beyond your dreams
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

[Additional verse from the Fillmore East 27.4.69 live version]

The men and women fall into two basic lines
Using their reflectors for their own designs
Parting, coming together for a million more miles
Swap around bodies for a change of time

You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way

And when I see what we have made
What we have cut with the mind's blade
Within the blackness feel it all
Repeated faces rise and fall
Filling with the endless years
The river of my heart's tears

You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way

[Additional two verses and choruses from the Fillmore East 27.4.69 live version]

Ten million lovers they're all lost and gone
Standing where the traffic runs
Through the huge expanse of time
Leads me here to sing this song
And leaves me here to carry on

You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way

The armies they are gathering for the point-to-point game
For the ritual atoning of the bang bang name
Children of the mind they are born in flame
Children of the body live to bear the blame

You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way

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 dig
And by the games you play
And you make each new day

You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way
Tat tvam asi
You are the way

But when you find out who you are
Beautiful beyond your dreams
When you find out who you are
Beautiful beyond your dreams
When you find out who you are
Beautiful beyond your dreams

[Additional section from the Fillmore East 27.4.69 live version]

Thought you were stranger today
Thought you were stranger today
Thought you were stranger today
Thought you were stranger today
Thought you were stranger today
Thought you were stranger today
Thought you were stranger today
Thought you were stranger today
Thought you were stranger today
Thought you were stranger today

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



Willow Pattern
by Robin Williamson

The sun in the pale silence
Through the soft yellow mist
A gentle sighing
My love lies alone in guarded palace

Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Ho!

Drifting in moonlight
I wait for soft step I know through swaying grasses
The bird will sing so sweet
The cage is broken

Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Ho!

My skirt is long and the pink flowers tall
Oh how I love you, love you best of all
How we shall dance and sing of the day
You're so much stronger than twice what you say

Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya

Under the plum blossoms lingering snow
Come with me love before we must go
Over the water to our secret way
Tomorrow will be our sweet wedding day

Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya

Her father the Emperor has denied their right to marry
Hoi-ya-nah!
The lovers seek to escape by their secret way over the willow bridge
Hoi-yo, hoi-yo?
A spy has betrayed them, they are pursued by the palace guard
Hoi-ya!
Before their cruel spears can pierce their innocent flesh

We'll fly away like doves in the sky
Higher and higher, ever so high
We'll fly away like doves in the blue
Never they'll sever a love that is true

Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya
Hoi-hoi-ya



Won't You Come See Me?
by Robin Williamson

Build the loving mansions with the shapeless bricks of time
But friends they change like wispy mist though promises are fine
Lovers also go their way

Won't you come see me some sweet day

Now love is on my shoulders, a cathedral and a town
Love is in my body like a whale in the sun
Dying flowers ache for rain

Oh if I were very clever I would state it very clear
That love of love is very huge, it's shouting in my ear
Leaves me thinking with my body for a change

I have no will to own you or with chains of duty bind your way to my way
But won't you please come see me some sweet day



The Working Chap
Traditional

I'm a working chap as you may see,
You'll find an honest lad in me;
I'm neither haught, mean nor proud,
Nor ever tak's the thing too rude.
I never gang abune my means,
Nor seek assistance frae my frien's,
But day and nicht thro' thick and thin,
I'm workin' life oot to keep life in.

Chorus:

Nae matter, frien's, whate'er befa'
The puir folks they maun work ava,
Thro' frost and snaw and rain and wind,
They're workin' life oot to keep life in.

The puir needle-woman that we saw,
In reality, and on the wa',
A picture sorrowful to see,
I'm sure wi' me you'll a' agree;
Her pay's scarce able to feed a mouse,
Far less to keep hersel' and house,
She's naked, hungry, pale and thin,
Workin' life oot to keep life in.

Don't ca' a man a drunken sot
Because he wears a ragged coat;
It's better far, mind, don't forget,
To rin in rags than rin in debt.
He may look seedy, very true,
But still his creditors are few;
And he toddles on devoid of sin,
Workin' life oot to keep life in.

But maybe, frien's, I've stayed ower lang,
But I hope I hae said naething wrang;
I only merely want to show
The way the puir folk hae to go.
Just look at a man wi' a housefu' o' bairns,
To rear them up it tak's a' he earns,
Wi' a willin' heart and a coat gey thin,
He's workin' life oot to keep life in.



You've Been A Friend To Me
by William Shakespeare Hays

My bark [barque?] of life was tossing down
The troubled stream of time,
Before I saw you're smiling face
And youth was in its prime.

Chorus:

I'll ne'er forget where e'er I roam,
Where ever you may be,
If ever I have had a friend,
You've been that friend to me.

Misfortune nursed me as a child,
And loved me fondly too,
I would have had a broken heart
Had it not been for you.

As I look back upon the past,
Across life's troubled sea,
I smile to think through all I've seen
You've been a friend to me.

My bark [barque?] of life was tossing down
The troubled stream of time,
Before I saw you're smiling face
And youth was in its prime.