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 […]
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, […]
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 haze It was the eve of his first bounty search A young lad prayed in Seaman’s Bethel Church And as he left he saw […]
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 […]
When he left he swore never to return. that was the first youthful lesson he was to learn. A true adult speaks lightly of absolutes, they often come back to haunt. Besides, age provides enough of that quite on its own, alone. He saw many dusty roads, I’m sure of that, as he and Leroy […]
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 […]
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 […]
‘(Craving from one place to another For a false death with feathered life) ‘ Written in a paper- A cushioned pigeon
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
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 […]
