| Bind Up My Life Mama Earth Days |
| Ferryman Let me be a ferryman In this funny little world And ferry to and fro to thee In this funny little world Let me sit me down by a riverside And call this place a home And smile to thee, For the sycamore tree And for no more to roam |
| Sisters of Passchendaele Sisters of Passchendaele Too weary to weep For the dead and the dying In the mud six foot deep You try to remember A happier day When lovers came calling Before the big fray Close your eyes my dears And a glimpse you will see Of the sunnier times Before Yet to Be Yes he pulls you now closely And into your ear Pours softly sweet sonnets For your heart to hear But you can no longer hear them And it causes you pain They lie lost in the mud With the blood and the rain Oh Sisters of Passchendaele Too tired to sleep Sisters of Passchendaele, Too weary to weep For the dead and the dying In the mud six foot deep You try to remember A happier day When lovers came calling Before the big fray Close your eyes my dears And a glimpse you will see Of the sunnier times Before Yet to Be Yes he pulls you now closely And into your ear Pours softly sweet sonnets For your heart to hear But you can no longer hear them And it causes you pain They lie lost in the mud With the blood and the rain |
| Scented Fans The revelers all were reveling Flagons in their hands And, ooooh the lovely ladies Behind their scented fans�. Of lavender and incense, And perhaps some lemon thyme And there you were My darling girl, My darling Clementine� They�ll make a fool of you, You know, In a stupid song of longing; It�s all about the girl they knew, While in their flagons, yawning�. But I knew a chestnut crested girl And the smell of hay and horses; We heard them stomping in the cold, As we, by the fire, warming; Each ember cast an amber light, And in your eyes, were glowing, And we were all alone�� |
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| Humming Bird I am the heart of a humming bird Beating�. You are the longing within, In the early morning wet When the earth sends out her scent Drawing me to your Star of Egypt Red star of the morning Hidden among the calla lilies, Trumpets for the dawning Let me drink you in Let me savor you with my tongue Let me satisfy this endless thirst within�. |
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