When grey clouds fill the sky
And the tides are so high
Oh! Damsel don’t cry
Don’t bid me bye! Bye!
When the sea is so calm
And the sunshine so warm
Let’s join in the mood
Come on make me feel good
Remember I vowed to be with you always
Like the trees in their sways
You are my wind to follow
Caress me in [...]
Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold
And very Regent of the untroubled sky,
Whom in a dream St. Hilda did behold
And heard a woodland music passing by:
You shall receive me when the clouds are high
With evening and the sheep attain the fold.
This is the faith that I have held and hold,
And this is that in which I [...]
From pulpit’s ship he preached in scrimshaw days
And belted out a prayer of hope and praise
The seamen clung to every fervid phrase
Then left New Bedford’s dock in morning [...]
This is a ballad for the good times
So put a battery in your leg
Put a rock beat over anything
Get it stuck there in your head
You can be with me
I got nothing to rely on
I’ve broken every bone
Everybody’s stop believing
But you know you’re not alone
You can be with me
This is a ballad for the good [...]
When he left he swore never to return.
that was the first youthful lesson he was to learn.
A true adult [...]
Come, let us sing with a right good ring
(Sing hey for lifting lay, sing hey!)
Of any old, sunny old, silly old thing.
(Sing ho for the ballad of a backblock day!)
The sun shone brightly overhead,
And the shearers stood by the shearing shed;
But “The run wants rain,” the stockman said
(Sing di-dum, wattle-gum, Narrabori Ned.
For a lifting [...]
His ballad sets the evening sun,
Bidding all farewell, the day is done.
While twilight ushers in the dew,
Welcomed chirps, that bid adeau.
Vastness of dark, and night soon came,
Through wind and thunder, he still sang.
My quickened heart, forever still,
Little friend outside, my window sill.
Hark! O’er the valley, and the dell,
His ballad echoes, all is well.
One last [...]
‘(Craving from one place to another
For a false death with feathered life) ‘
Written in a paper-
A cushioned pigeon
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So put a battery in your leg
Put a rock beat over anything
Get it stuck there in your head
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His ballad sets the evening sun,
Bidding all farewell, the day is done.
While twilight ushers in the dew,
Welcomed chirps, that bid adeau.
Vastness of dark, and night soon came,
Through wind and thunder, he still sang.
My quickened heart, forever still,
Little friend outside, my window sill.
Hark! O’er the valley, and the dell,
His ballad echoes, all is well.
One last refrain, [...]
