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Echo
02:33
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Echo
How sweet the sound the echo makes
To me at night?
When, roused by horns, she wakes,
And far away, o'er lawns and lakes,
Goes answering light
Love echoes far,
And far more sweet,
Beneath the moonlight's star,
Of horn or lute, or soft guitar,
The songs repeat
't Is when the sigh, in youth sincere,
And only then –
The sigh for one to hear,
Is by that one, that only dear,
Breathed back again
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The Devil's Questions
02:42
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The Devil’s Questions
If you don’t hear my questions well,
Sing ninety nine and ninety
I’ll take you off, I live in hell
And you’re the weaver’s honey
Oh, what is louder than a horn?
Sing ninety nine and ninety
And what is sharper than a thorn?
And who’s the weaver’s honey?
Thunder’s louder than a horn
Sing ninety nine and ninety
And death is sharper than a thorn
And me the weaver’s honey
Oh, what is higer than a tree?
Sing ninety nine and ninety
And what is deeper than the sea?
And who’s the weaver’s honey?
Heaven’s higher than a tree
Sing ninety nine and ninety
And hell is deeper than the sea
And me the weaver’s honey
Oh what is wicked man’s repay?
Sing ninety nine and ninety
And what is worse than woman’s way?
And who’s the weaver’s honey?
Now hell is wicked man’s repay
Sing ninety nine and ninety
And devil’s worse than woman’s way
And me the weaver’s honey
Oh, you answered my questions well
Sing ninety nine and ninety
But I’ll take you off, ‘cause I live in hell
And you’re the weaver’s honey
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The Lotus Eater
04:57
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The Lotus Eater
A man walks slowly towards the horizon.
For what else can he do?
When he’s down and out, un John Wayne like,
And he just lost a girl like you…
He drifts out in his mind―that’s what,
Over plains and mountain ranges, pastures green and seas with waves of blue.
He wanders ‘till he finds, under great black thunderclouds,
A moonlit forest, waiting to pass through.
And through the branches, through the leaves,
He whirles in on a silver path, lined with spinning wheels in sparks.
They’re weaving dreams and lazy thoughts while nightbirds sing lovesongs,
To a glow that lights his face up in the dark.
“A wishingwell. A wishingwell”, he thought it was a wishingwell,
As he wipes his eyes to get a clearer view.
“Oh, wishingwell,” that’s what he says, “a wish fulfilled is all I crave.”
“Talk to me. Tell me what to do.”
(So she sang, in the saddest voice of blue)
Where did your love go? Now that it’s gone?
Loose the old feeling you’ve held on too long.
Let it go. Shake it off. Blow the dust off. Of your dreams.
A man wakes up to the sound of birds now,
In the house where the dead man lays.
And through the window, by the bedside, at the basin,
Three nightbirds wait for wails.
“Birds! Oh, nightbirds. Sing your songs so sweet.”
“Teach me all there is to know about your secret rhymes.”
“Tell me, pray nightbirds, please, what can I do?”
“To make this love forever mine?”
Where did your love go? Now that it’s gone?
Loose the old feeling you’ve held on too long.
Let it go. Shake it off. Blow the dust off. Of your dreams
A man takes a long, hard stare in the mirror,
As he turns to the powers of his mind.
And through the window, by the bedside, at the basin,
The golden sun begins to rise.
Where did my love go? Now that it’s gone?
Got to loose this old feeling, I’ve held on too long.
Let it go. Shake it off. Blow the dust off. From my dreams
A man walks slowly towards the horizon,
He disappears while his words decay.
“What’s gone is gone,” says he,
“it’s only dust that remains.”
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The Golden Ball
02:54
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The Golden Ball
From over hills and far away
Came old granny dressed in grey
“Oh, pray, granny, ere the trap do fall
Did you find my golden ball?
Or did you bring me of your fee?
To save me from the hangman’s tree
To save me from the hangman’s tree”
“Oh no, I have no fee
To save you from the hangman’s tree
I found no ball, no ball of gold
But I have come here as you’ve told
To see you hanged and swinging high
And the hangman knows right why”
From over hills and far away
Came young lover, very gay,
“Oh lover, lover, ere this trap do fall”
Did you find my golden ball?
Or did you bring me little fee,
To save me from this hangman’s tree
To save me from this hangman’s tree”
“Oh, yes, I’ve brought you gold and fee
To save you from this hangman’s tree
We lost that pretty golden ball
That we never found at all.
But I will see you swinging high,
And the hangman knows right why.
Oh, the hangman knows right why”
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The Wind Blew up, The Wind Blew Down
The wind blew up, the wind blew down,
It brought some drops of rain;
My own true love is only gone,
And in the grave she’s lain (2x)
Now, weep your tear and make a moan,
As many a gay youth may,
And sit and grieve upon her grave,
For a season and a day. (2x)
And when the season’s past and gone
The fair young maid did say:
“What man is weeping on my grave,
The night and most the day?” (2x)
“Tis I, ‘tis I, my fair young love,
Who can no longer sleep,
I want to kiss your darling lips,
The day, the night I seek” (2x)
“Cold clay am I, my lips cold clay,
to kiss them would be wrong.
For if you go against God’s law,
Your time will not be long.”
“See there, see there, the sun has set,
The day has passed fore’er.
You cannot bring it back again,
By foul means or by fair” (2x)
“See there alas the garden green,
where often we did walk,
The fairest flower that was seen,
Is withered at the stalk”. (2x)
“Our own hearts too, will die, my love,
And like the stalk decay.
So all that you can do my love,
Is to wait your dyin’ day. (2x)
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Love's Young Dream
02:49
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Love’s Young Dream
Oh, the days are gone, when beauty bright
My heart's chain wove
When my dream of life, from morn’ till night
Was love, still love
New hope may bloom, days may come of milder, calmer beam
There' is nothing half so sweet in life, as love's young dream
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The Golden Glows Antwerp, Belgium
The Golden Glows is an acoustic trio, glowing like a setting sun. Their warm three-part harmony breathes life into songs and melodies. One guitar and three voices is at the heart of all their musical adventures.
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