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By Wind Or Gale
04:06
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I sit as the rain rolls down the windows
It's 2 on a frosty morn in the spring
The TV's blaring music loud
The birds are singing proud
And I'm just waiting for the chaos mornings bring
But who's watching out, who's watching out for us?
Who's watching out, who's watching out for the likes of us?
As I think of you, the one on the corner of the road
My mind comes to a tree beside my house
The strongest thing in all the world
By wind or gale can soon be hurled
And as I walk the wood falls to the ground
So who's watching out, who's watching out for you?
Who's watching out, who's watching out for me and you?
How can anyone say it's just a phase
When everybody else feels those ways?
How can anyone say it's just a phase
When everybody else feels those ways?
The railway going through the land
The sun above, God's touching hand
The law for man or the gambler's den
The eagle or the lowly wren
Pictures on a TV screen
Lyrics from a bitter teen
Records, words and ammunition
All from this old-age vision
The way we see each other now
Taking their word, not asking how
Friendship bonds and love so pure
Splitting up, walking out the door
At the end of days, the bell will ring
The ones that are left all stand and sing:
But who's watching out, who's watching out for us?
Who's watching out, who's watching out for the likes of us? (repeat)
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As I was a-walking one day upon the moor
You would not believe what we saw
Autumn like spring and summer like winter
Death from a birth and blood from a splinter
You would not believe what we saw
You would not believe what we saw
As we were a-walking one day upon the moor
You would not believe what we saw
Autumn like spring and summer like winter
Death from a birth and blood from a splinter
Let’s go walking, my darling, into the wood
“Nice romantic walk,” we said “Hope there’s not too much mud”
But as we set off on that cold winter evening
The strands of time were already weaving
“You’ve been put on hold,” they said, “Go make a cup of tea”
“No please someone, speak to me”
“You’ve been put on hold,” they said, “Go make a cup of tea”
As I was a-walking with my maid oh so fair
As we went strolling through the cold autumn air
We came across a gypsy sitting on a log
As we went on into the fog
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As the sun sets on the hill top
As the wind blows through the trees
I know that the things that I do in these few months change my life
With the buzz of cold strings fading
And the start of the pound of drums
I know that I’ve got to, know that I will be gone soon
And though I know, I couldn’t care
As the kite flies up mighty
As the star falls from the sky
I know you’ll be fine, I know that you’ll do brilliantly
With your red hair and your crazy smile
With your rosin and your telescope
I know that the land falls away towards the sea
And anything you do is better than a fall
And though you wait for me I won’t be there
Whoever you think you are I won’t be there
Cos though I know what to do, I couldn’t care
As the chalk falls off the blackboard
As the band plays into the night
I thought that it would get better, much better for me
As the book shuts, words all tumble
As the night dawns into day
I thought that I knew what I had to do
But now it’s gone, it’s back to the start
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Yarmouth Town
03:59
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In Yarmouth town, there lived a man
Who kept a tavern by the sand
This landlord had a daughter fair
A plump little thing with the golden hair
Oh won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Up to this tavern came a sailor man
He asked the daughter for her hand
Why should I marry you? she said
I get all I want without being wed
Oh won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
But she says if you want with me to linger
I'll tie this string all around my finger
You come by, you pull on the string
I'll come down and I'll let you in
Oh won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
So the very next night that sailor man
He went to the tavern by the sand
He went by, he pulled on the string,
She came down and she let him in
Oh won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Well he'd never seen such a sight before
The string round her finger was all she wore
And when he went, he pulled on that string
She pulled back the blankets and let Jack in
Oh won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
And there he spent the whole night through
And early in the morning went back to his crew
Where he told them all about that maiden there
The plump little thing with the golden hair
Oh won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
And the word it soon got round
And the very next night in Yarmouth town
There were fifteen sailors pulling on the string
She came down and she started to sing
And won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
So come all you young sailors who down to Yarmouth do go
To see this girl with her hair hung low
Well all you've got to do is pull on that string
She'll come down and she'll let you in
Oh won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town?
Won't you come down, won't you come down,
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town? (repeat)
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There once was a man who walked the high seas
Just to be rid of his children
And he buttoned his coat as he roamed away
O'er whatever the weather could send
He fell to his knees and prayed for no more
He fell as deep as an anchor
He waited until the boat was no more
And drank till the waves had sank her
He swam to the shore and pulled himself up
And though he'd been swimming for hours
He'd happened to go to where he was born
And back there is where he cowers
And though he waited for somebody to come
He'd be waiting for a long time
Because they'd all left the island where he was from
To punish him for his crime
I'll be true I'll be true I'll be true
Cos who's thinking of you? (repeat)
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Dan Simpson London, UK
Dan Simpson is quite good at playing music, but less good at writing a bio in a very small number of characters.
'Go watch my videos of Danzi, cos he's a reasonably decent musician sometimes' - Rhii Rendell
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