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In the Sunshine We Rode the Horses

by Rowan : Morrison

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1.
Life cometh in Turn and turn a roundy nest Green around the circles edge Jealous guard their life within Quick or dead. Quick or dead Pierce the air with gilded tongue Branches thronged with darkening mist Tiny feathered bird The queen of all souls is Life cometh in Turn and turn and turn and turn
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He first saw her dancing up on the hillside A Siren she glows as glistens the night Her dress swept the leaves her hands pressed the branches Speading her magic all along the way She called to him gently in need of a lover He could but her beautiful prose A kiss for the morning like a spark from the fire To taste her desire in the depths of the flame The ravens did sing lamenting the sunrise The candles still burned sunk deep in the walls A tune that she played so sweetly she followed All that they gave for the breaking of the day See you fly straight for the shore, there is a peace you bring to the dawn Your kiss burns light from the sky All I need is here, here where we lie Seasons will turn first backward then forwards Flowers still grow in rings round the chains Quiet hours awaken for she will tell thee Her heart will be constant like the break of the day You know you’ll be the love that sustains ever after A muse will inspire this hope and desire and laughter Once voice fills the choir and you stir the fire I awaken Your voice like spun gold that I can but hold unforsaken
3.
Take me away when the fire hits my eyes, the pain a reminder that we're still alive. The old cold stones are waiting for me. I wished that I'd sailed right over those hills, Far far away where I ought to have been. The cold cold stones circle around. Now the sun has to burn, for the season to turn. Now the sun has to burn, for the season to turn. For the season to turn. I saw the sky flooding light through the greens, like knives running straight through the heart of these scenes. And these old cold stones are calling to me. Laid at the feet of the prettiest towers, fading drifting into darkness hours. The cold old stones embracing me now. Now the sun has to burn, for the season to turn. Now the sun has returned, the season can burn. The season can turn. Oooh how I dreamt in those arms you plied. Beauty shook me in mellow delight. Now we'll fall back to the fields. Reassured these scars will be healed. Now we'll fall back to the fields (repeat). Now we'll fall
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There was another world beyond the bough, Left it to falter not safe from the plough. The time it came and didn't need the fight, when they were on our tails we fled the night. In the sunshine we rode the horses. In the sunshine we rode the horses. We sat down and closed our open eyes, just to see that giants carved the lines. and found the truth then to repair, back to the hills no shelter from despair. The giants found us there, the giants found us there Keep our heads tucked low beneath the lines, left for dead those wrongs we can't put right. Out of sight now everything must change, but keep in mind there's only us to blame. In the sunshine we rode the horses. In the sunshine we rode the horses. When the giants came they took their sto--o-o-ones back from our homes Another time had begun to run inside of our own. We'd taken those things that they one held so dear, ploughed through the circles wrenched stones out of there. Burn through the rocks they're easy to steal, Carve up the lands kick the spokes from the wheel. Bury the forest the kings need their crowns, what we can't touch remains deep underground. Fortunes will falter again and again, over and over forever the same. Over and over forever the same. (Over and over and over and over).
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Keep the horses well in sight, that the Blacksmith forged in the hillside A path can always lead you home, but the night must steal the lonely road So lay you down in silver shade, the ears in the fields hearing all that we made Of a song before this morning light, a whisper you know is growing far deep inside There's books I see that we must find, so we can leave them far behind Building tall an ark or jail, though you won’t be setting sail. And I hear “Summer Is A Cumen In”. All left here to take you back again.
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Morning, come winter sunlight, breathing new light, on the forest spurs The river, runs right through here, where the silver, swam through the trees Gather around that we may seek, the oaks to shadow the stones Gather and dance down beneath their feet, the rhythms rising out of the ground. Closer, controlling the seasons, building the beacons, to carry the sounds Of lost times, coursing the white hare, and then sleep ‘til, the birds again fly The dark clouds stole the day, and all that we knew had changed We'd live this life to dream again, until nothing, nothing, was left to defend.
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Middle Acre 03:07
The seasons had to change before the start Fields laid bare are colder than their hearts Burn down all the trees and let them grow Running all alone til there’s no place left to go Floods ripping the goodness from the ground Eyes so far away can they be found Following the patterns of the plough What use can they be now lost within the sound Sent down through the rivers just like gold You cannot breathe the air this far from home Spirit of the feat that never calls Faces buried deep, deep within the walls We float down to the lake now Watching the wolves waiting on the shore And knowing that they’re coming back for more Lost in such a cruel way, kept
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I saw her lift her head toward the sun. She seemed to sense the ending just begun When all the trees have long since gone and everything has turned to stone The only ones to play at Kings are fools She carries here a knife inside a sheaf to make her mark and then to take her leave A laugh can hide the cruelest smile the victor walks the longest mile To twist in the soil to mark the grief Time to make a cross inside the ring Buried here just for the life to bring Weeds still growing over doors Trapped within what’s gone before Fragments of the clothes beneath the skin We must move the stream is running clear Wakened by the thoughts of leaving here An arrowhead to court the brave to spark a coin atop the flame To fall again surrounded by the bloom.
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We saw right through the haze The Mighty hillsides razed Fighting to control the light of the day Those eyes of old Spoke of another world Whispering our past lives away We rode up to the lanes Riding through the rains And climbed upon the second bough As the sword will take the crown The earth swallows the gown Nothing remains to witness now No thoughts of change Will run our way Beside the fruits of desire We laid here Stayed through the years To reap the fortune of the fayre So the world be slowed at last Know the time bleeds in the past Reel and turn and all around Prepare us for the evening (sound).
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Travel through the night Waiting for the light To strike the standing stones And now we are alone. Carved spirals to be found Leading you to be bound No path to point the way This is your dying day And you can see the walls breaking through And their twisted claws grasping you There’s no way to escape the need for you to stay as the meadow hunts you down No bramble from the bough plants you ‘tween the ground Clawing at the bone for all that has been done The cold burns deep inside Reaching from another time Splinters slither in There is bark instead of skin Married to the wood This yoke is well and good To cling to from my arms This meadow and its farms And you can feel the walls tether you And their twisted claws are now you I can’t close my eyes to all the meadow has to bring I am dead inside and I hunger for the spring I lost my place in time now the rot is setting in I want to see some light and I hope we will begin To raise me from the this hole Save me let me roam Wrench me from this hole Raise me and take me home
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Overton Hill 02:28
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Where once there were fields and greens clothed the ground Machines stripped the seed churned the soil all around Never no more a place out of time Bury the trees the stones and the lime If you take this away There’s no song nothing to play Lost like fields hide under gray And dusty tears won’t fall away All that we’ve known is the taste of the steel And try to block out what we know to be real No on to speak no trace of the lives Robbed blind by the greed of the thieves of our times. Steering the faith from the fire in the skies Bury the voice hide the truth in the lies A fault in the fields the waters will rise Lead us to falter leave us to drown. If you use this time to look away Then it’s all gone nowhere to play Lost like fields buried by gray And dusty tears will fall away
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Valley Song 04:15
Willow sweep the river endless Summer fills the air Chastened imperfections where beauty’s a lesson in how to repair No more seasons to turn Watch as the scene starts to burn In the heart of the fire plays the flame Holding on but nothing, nothing stays the same Dark clouds as the sky falls awaiting the last call - the end of days Tumble over and over heads meeting the stones now, no way survive We must walk the longest mile Feel the embrace of nature’s guile Slowly appearing the end or the start Led to the clearing the earth pull’s apart a knife for the heart.
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Sleep
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about

A seventeen track album by Rowan : Morrison. (aka The Rowan Amber Mill and Angeline Morrison).

The album explores themes of our beautiful natural surroundings, and how the pursuit of profit guides us to learn 'the cost of everything and the value of nothing', paving the way for the scarring of the landscape with fracking, HS2, retail parks, and so on...

This is explored in the album's narrative, which takes a snapshot of an imagined history of the land. It explores the conflict taking place at the same area (The Ridgeway) through time periods between the land and man with their developing technologies. These events take place throughout time, from pre-history through to the near-future. In a very 1970s "Play for Today" sort of way, they start to bleed into each other as over time, the earth begins to enter a period of hibernation to heal itself from the destruction wrought upon it.

Review quotes.

"An epic meditation on ideas that the pagan folk genre often hints at, but has rarely articulated as fulsomely as this, a rising up of nature against the modern age of property development and fracking. ****/5". Shindig Magazine.

"With any album the music is more important than the packaging, but sometimes the packaging is so good it just has to be mentioned. The CD version of this album comes in a small metal tin no less, with three badges, a sticker, three prints and a lyric booklet on very high quality paper. It's a real object of desire for the music collector. It's as ambitious as the packaging and as successful, with vaulting orchestrations, hypnotic vocals, and powerful words richly evoking the natural world and its beauty. ****/5". RnR Magazine.

"It’s a shame that as a self-released album coming so late in the year that this will miss so many of the best-of lists but then this is a beautifully packaged yet somehow understated album destined, it seems, for “lost classic” status, to be rediscovered and cherished by generations of pilgrims on the old straight track. Somehow we think they would approve." Terrascope Magazine.

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released January 1, 2019

Written by Stephen Stannard (aka The Rowan Amber Mill) and Angeline Morrison.
Music performed by The Rowan Amber Mill. Sung by Angeline Morrison.
Produced and Mixed by The Rowan Amber Mill.

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The Rowan Amber Mill Devon, UK

Since 2007 The Rowan Amber Mill have been purveyors of Woodland Folkadelica/alt-Folk. Releases include: "folk devils & moral panics", "midsummers" and "Heartwood". The Book of the Lost (with Emily Jones). Silent Night Songs (with Angeline Morrison).The folk horror collection Harvest the Ears. The synth album Follows Shortly (as Making Tea For Robots). They are half of Rowan:Morrison. ... more

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