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A Sailor's Life
04:23
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Well if I were a sailor, with a ship to carry me
I'd seek out my adventure on the wide and open sea
But every night I'd pray the winds to blow me back to thee
No a sailor's life is not the life for me
And if I were a travelling man, throughout the land I'd roam
The open road ahead of me would be my only home
But don't you just get weary when you're always moving on?
No a travelling life is not the life for me
And if I were a holy man, I'm sure I'd see the light
And I'd praise the Lord Almighty in the morning, noon and night
But the world is full of pleasures, and temptation's hard to fight
No a holy life is not the life for me
And if I were a wealthy man, with money in great store
Well I swear I would be generous and never keep a score
But I never met the rich man yet that didn't want for more
No a life of wealth is not the life for me
Now let music be an ocean that we may sail upon
Let friendship be the open road, and I will ramble on
And let my faith be love, and let my fortune be a song
For a simple life is all the life,
A simple life is all the life,
A simple life is all the life I need
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Black Is The Colour
03:17
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Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are red as the rose so fair
The sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love, and well she knows
That I love the ground whereon she goes
And I hope that the day will surely come
When she and I will be as one
I went down to the river for to mourn and weep
For satisfied I could not sleep
And I wrote her a letter, just a few short lines
And suffered death ten thousand times
For black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are red as the rose so fair
The sweetest smile, and the gentlest hands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands
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Sweet William
02:58
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Slip Away
04:16
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So many wonders in the world, so many things beneath the sun
I could fill a hundred lifetimes through and feel like I had only just begun
For every road we go, are many more we'll never know
There's only so much time in every day
But it's so easy just to hesitate, to simply sit and wait
And watch the moments slip away
So many moments make an hour, so many hours each day
So many days in every year, how many years it's nobody's to say
But how can we begin to measure something that is all too precious
No man ever held it in his hand
So easily it slips between the fingertips
Just like so many grains of sand
Now won't you slow down Old Man Time, why do you have to go so fast?
Feel like I'm struggling far behind, got one foot dragging in the past
Although in truth I know, you're never fast and never slow
You plough your steady course without delay
Which seems so cruel to this restless fool
Who just can't help but linger on the way
There's nowhere else I'd rather be than with you here and now
But time is running out on me, I'd stop the clock if only I knew how
So much to say to you, I always wanted to
But waited for the moment to be right
But time just carries on, so soon the moment's gone
As sure as day turns into night
So many roads to go, so many more I'll never know
There's only so much time in every day
Don't let it be our fate, we let it get too late
And watch the moment slip away
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When The Music Ends
03:00
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The ending of the day
We sit and drink the night away
In the corner of the room
The fiddle plays the sweetest tune
And it seems like time slows down
And out across this restless town
A moment's peace descends
In the silence- when the music ends
Now let me hear you sing
For the pleasure of remembering
Simple joys and better days
Friends and loved ones far away
For those who've gone before
And those we've loved but see no more
Are with us once again
In the silence- when the music ends
And though it breaks my heart
The time soon comes that we must part
And though I long to stay
This time I must be on my way
And who knows where or when
Our paths should chance to cross again
Some other time and place
But though I shall not see your face
I'll hear your voice my friend
In the silence- when the music ends
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Oh The Wind And Rain
07:01
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There lived a lord in the north country (Oh the wind and rain)
And he had daughters one, two, three (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
Now a young man came a-courting there (Oh the wind and rain)
And he made his choice of the youngest fair (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
He gave the young girl a fine gold ring (Oh the wind and rain)
He didn't give her sister a single thing (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
Oh sister let us both go out (Oh the wind and rain)
To see those boats go sailing about (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
And as they walked down by the river's brim (Oh the wind and rain)
The elder pushed the younger in (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
Oh sister won't you lend a hand (Oh the wind and rain)
And you can have my house and land (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
I'll neither lend you hand nor glove (Oh the wind and rain)
But I will have your own true love (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
It's down she sank and away she swam (Oh the wind and rain)
She floated down to the miller's dam (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
Along the bank comes the miller's son (Oh the wind and rain)
Says father there swims a girl or a swan (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
The miller came out with his long fish hook (Oh the wind and rain)
And pulled the body from the brook (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
He laid her on the bank to dry (Oh the wind and rain)
When a fiddler fair came passing by (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
He found the body lying there (Oh the wind and rain)
And he made fiddle strings from her long brown hair (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
He made fiddle pegs from her finger bones (Oh the wind and rain)
And from her arm he made a bow (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
And he made a fiddle from her breast bone (Oh the wind and rain)
Whose sound would melt the heart of stone (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
Now he takes the fiddle, he takes the bow (Oh the wind and rain)
He plays it fast he plays it slow (Oh the dreadful wind and rain)
But the only tune that fiddle would play was Oh the wind and rain
The only tune that fiddle would play was Oh the dreadful wind and rain
Oh the dreadful wind and rain
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Just For You
02:53
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When you look up at the stars
Though they seem so very far
There's one shines for you
For the sun goes up and down
The world spins round and round
Making time for you
For you, just for you
And I will sing a song just for you
And if the world seems cold and grey
Just remember there's a flame
That burns for you
And if you're feeling high and dry
Just bide your time, don't cry
The tide turns for you
For you, just for you
And I will sing a song just for you
For the night turns into day
And the long cold winter
Turns to spring for you
And as the day begins
And the small birds start to sing
Well they sing for you
For you, just for you
And they sing a song just for you
Just for you
And I will sing a song just for you
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I'll tell you baby how it's gonna be
I'm a little fish and you're my deep blue sea
You're the flower, I'm the honey bee
And I just can't leave you alone
We go together like the flame and the heat
Like a pair of shoes and a pair of feet
Feel like a little kid in a shop full of sweets
'Cos I just can't leave you alone
I just can't help the way that I feel
You know I need to have you by my side
But this irresistible attraction's driving me to distraction
I just can't be satisfied
Like a hungry horse who ain't never full
You got me burning up with the way you play it cool
But I'm like a kitten with a ball of wool
'Cos I just can't leave you alone
I just can't help the way that I feel
You know I need to have you by my side
But this irresistible attraction's driving me to distraction
I just can't be satisfied
Like the devil and a deadly sin
Or a gambling man with a sure-fire win
I'm like a drunkard with a bottle of gin
'Cos I just can't leave you, I just can't leave you ,
No I just can't leave you alone
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She said that she would dance with me said the young man with a sigh
If I should bring a red rose, but it causes me to cry
For there's no red rose in my garden, and I fear she'll pass me by
No red rose in my garden and that I cannot mend
I've studied the philosophy and wisest words of men
But still upon this little thing my happiness depends
The nightingale she heard him from her nest up in a tree
And flew a little closer down this young man for to see
Saying never was before my eyes a sight so sad as he
And is this not the story I have long been singing of?
On the cloudless summer nights up to the moon and stars above
So I must find a rose for him that he may win his love
But the first bush bore a rose as white as snows of winters cold
The next bush roses yellow as the mermaid's hair of gold
And last beneath the window ledge was a bush all withered up and old
And she says oh withered rose-bush, won't you give me one red rose
I'll sing for you the sweetest song that Earth or Heaven knows
But I have no flower to give you since the winters frost my branches froze
And if you'd have a rose from me there is but just one way
And I dare not tell it to you for it's too terrible to say
No tell me says the nightingale for I am not afraid
You must build a rose from music, from your sweetest, saddest song
When the moon shines on my branches you must sing the whole night long
And you must stain it with heart's blood til your life becomes my own
Young man, she sang, you'll have your flower, but swear you'll love her true
For life is dear, but dearer still the love I see in you
And as the night grew nearer- she knew what she must do
She pressed her breast against a thorn and soon it pierced her skin
And bitter pain run through her veins as she began to sing
Of a young boy and a young maid, and love's first awakening
She pressed a little harder, and the thorn went deep inside
And as the pain grew sharper, the louder still she cried
As she sang a song of passion, of a young man and his blushing bride
The thorn went ever deeper and how the blood did flow
The earth stood still to listen as she sung high and low
And there upon the withered bush a rose began to grow
Then the thorn it went right through her heart and little life was left
Now softly sang the nightingale all with her final breath
Of the love that is perfected- that does not fade with death
And as the dawn was breaking, the nightingale lay dead
The moon still lingered in the sky, a silver tear she shed
And there upon the withered bush grew a rose of the deepest crimson red
And the young man on awakening looks out and sees the rose
With joy he greets the day for here's the cure for all his woes
And he picks the flower and straight away to see his love he goes
Crying love I bring the reddest rose that ever eyes did see
So will you keep your promise now to dance the night with me
For it's long time that I've waited, and no truer love could be
Oh your red rose will not complement my dress of green and blue
Besides another courts me he brings gold and jewels too
And when did such a little flower cost dear as jewels do?
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11. |
Farewell
03:46
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12. |
Footrints On The Moon
04:27
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Now you don't have to count the petals to see the beauty in the rose
And you can dive into the river and never know which way it flows
And you can wish upon a star at night, and never know its name
Reach your destination, never know the way you came
And you can bite into the apple, no matter how it grew
Sleep beneath the summer sky, whatever makes it blue
And you can paint the perfect sunset and never think the world is round
You can listen to the music, as it travels at the speed of sound
But don't think your eyes are open, when your heart is so afraid
That all the world would lose its magic if you saw how it was made
Don't you let your fear overcome your curiosity
For it seems as though the more you know, not less but greater grows the mystery
And if there's a God up there in Heaven, do you think He always planned
That we might scratch beneath the surface to see the workings of His hands
For the more that we uncover what truly lies below
The more we start to realise how little that it is we'll ever know
And you don't have to count the petals to see the beauty in the rose
You can dive into the river and never know which way it flows
But there is wonder in the night sky though there's footprints on the moon
And even when you know the score, there's simply no accounting for
The beauty in the tune
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Jon Fletcher UK
Dazzling fingerstyle guitar, gently soulful vocals and songs aimed straight at the heart: Jon Fletcher weaves strands of English folk, jazz, blues and acoustic pop into a compelling and original take on the troubadour tradition.
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