1. |
Tear My Stillhouse Down
03:10
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LYRICS:
Put no stone at my head, no flowers on my tomb,
no gold-plated sign in a marble-pillared room.
The one thing I want, when they lay me in the ground:
when I die, tear my stillhouse down!
When I was a child, way back in the hills,
I laughed at the men who tended those stills.
But that old mountain shine, it caught me, somehow.
When I die, tear my stillhouse down!
(Chorus)
Oh, tear my stillhouse down! Let it go rust.
Don’t leave no trace of the hiding place where I made that evil stuff.
For all my time and money, no profit did I see;
that old copper kettle was the death of me!
Go tell all your children that Hell ain’t no dream,
‘cause old Satan, he lives in my whiskey machine.
And in my time of dyin’, I know where I’m bound.
When I die, tear my stillhouse down!
(Chorus)
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2. |
Sleeping Tortoise
03:57
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3. |
Be Like the Sea
03:31
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LYRICS:
It matters nothing what they did to you.
The storm is over, the wreckage, through.
Leave them in your wake; no more for you to take.
Be like the sea.
If it hurts your heart, cast it up on the shore.
Let it go forever. Ceart go leor.
Wash away the sorrow, the tears of no tomorrow.
Be like the sea.
(Chorus)
The sea, the sea; dive with me.
We’ll lose these rags we’re wearing and be
like the sea, the sea: wild and free.
We’ll swim out past the longing, so deep.
Away out past the longing, so deep.
Down below these waves, in the deepest depth,
there are echoes sounding, true as your breath.
The still, small voice in you; the endless, open blue.
Be like the sea.
Go on forever; shine out in the sun!
The full a tá sé everyone.
Dance yourself around; give up the small ground.
Be like the sea.
(Chorus)
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4. |
Anne Lacey's
03:33
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5. |
Ain't No Ash Will Burn
04:22
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LYRICS:
I have seen snow that fell in May.
And I have seen rain on cloudless days.
Some things are always bound to change.
There ain’t no ash will burn.
(Chorus)
Love is a precious thing, I’m told.
It burns just like West Virginia coal.
But when the fire dies down, it’s cold.
There ain’t no ash will burn.
You say this life is not your lot.
Well, I can’t be something that I’m not.
We can’t stoke a fire that we ain’t got.
There ain’t no ash will burn.
(Chorus)
In every life there comes a time
where there are no more tears to cry.
We must leave something dear behind.
There ain’t no ash will burn.
(Chorus)
There is one lesson I have learned:
there ain’t no ash will burn.
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6. |
William Blake's Dead
04:10
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7. |
The County Down
06:04
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LYRICS:
When you’re out walking and there’s no one near you,
but a voice keeps calling, and you hear your name.
It’s not the leaves or the whispering breezes;
it’s me that’s calling you back again.
(Chorus)
Oh, can you hear me? Oh, can you hear me,
as you roam through lonely London town?
When evening’s falling, you’ll hear me calling,
“Come on home, now, to the County Down.”
Do you remember the fiddlers playing?
The songs and stories, the whole night long?
‘Twas little, then, that you thought of leaving.
It seems so strange, now that you are gone.
The fish are dancing on Clanrye River.
The teams are sporting in old Glenvale.
My heart no longer can lead the cheering;
when you’re not playing, it’s a different game.
(Chorus)
I’m always thinking that things are changing,
and that they’re building a factory tall,
and young ones needed, again, in Newry.
But I still need you, the most of all.
(Chorus)
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8. |
Miraleia
04:34
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9. |
Follow the Heron
04:17
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LYRICS:
The back of the winter is broken
and light lingers long by the door.
And the seeds of the summer have spoken
in gowans that bloom on the shore.
(Chorus)
By night and day, we’ll sport, and we’ll play,
and delight as the dawn dances over the bay.
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away
as we follow the heron home.
In darkness, we cradled our sorrow
and stoked all our fires with fear.
Now, these bones that lie empty and hollow
are ready for gladness to cheer.
(Chorus)
So, long may you sing of the salmon,
and the snow-scented sounds of your home.
While the north wind delivers its sermon
of ice, and salt water, and stone.
(Chorus)
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10. |
The Stone Gate
04:51
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11. |
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LYRICS:
Fly we to some desert isle;
there we’ll pass our days thegither.
Shun the world’s derisive smile,
wand’ring tenants o the heather.
Shelter’d in some lonely glen,
far remov’d from mortal ken.
Forget the selfish ways o’ men,
nor feel a wish beyond each other.
Though my friends deride me still,
Jamie, I’ll disown thee never!
Let them scorn me as they will,
I’ll be thine, and thine for ever.
What are a’ my kin to me?
A’ their pride o’ pedigree!
What were life, if wantin’ thee?
An’ what were death, if we maun sever!
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12. |
Brand
04:51
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13. |
The One I Love is Gone
03:11
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LYRICS:
I don’t know; I don’t know
where I’m going, or what I’m doing.
It makes no difference what I do, without you.
You know I love you, my darling, but now that we must part,
I realize that from the start, you were untrue.
(Chorus)
Well, I heard a bluebird high on a mountainside,
and this little bird would sing its little song.
So, I’ll sigh. I’ll cry. I’ll even want to die,
because the one that I love is gone.
When you came into my life, I thought that love would see us through.
You’ll never know how much I needed you.
You know I love you, my darling, so I’ll try and set you free.
Goodbye, it’s the last you’ll hear from me.
(Chorus)
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