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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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The Maid of Chalk Hill
05:00
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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
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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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These are Golden Days
02:14
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We Rode the Horses
05:16
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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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Gather Around
03:29
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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
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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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An Ending Just Begun
03:34
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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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One Place Forever
02:09
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Hawks and Sparrows
03:48
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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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13. |
Overton Hill
02:28
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Long Lost Fields
04:22
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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
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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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Fall to Sleep
02:29
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Sleep
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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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