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As I Rode Out
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AS I RODE OUT
As I rode out on a summer day
The sun was shining fairly
I saw My Love in the greening field
And, oh, but he was bonny
As I rode out on an autumn eve
The golden leaves were fading
I saw My Love fall to the ground
It griev-ed my heart sorely
Oh the scythe is sharp
And the wound is deep
Arise! Arise! No More to Weep
As I rode out on a winter night
The snow was sighing softly
The moonlight shone upon His tomb
In silent whiteness drowning
As I rode out on a spring morning
The birds were singing sweetly
The briar was budding all around
Blood red in faithful memory
Oh the scythe is sharp
And the wound is deep
Awake! Awake! No More to Sleep
As I rode out on a summer day
The sun was shining fairly
I saw My Love in the greening field
And, oh, but he was bonny
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Crooked Tree
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CROOKED TREE
Crooked tree, Crooked tree
Now I know your name
Crooked tree, Crooked tree
Now you bear my shame
Lying ‘neath the crooked tree
The moon was rising high
I met my love beneath the boughs
His skin like midnight sky
A love forbidden in that day
Our passion hid in shade
Until the leaves fell, branches bare
Betrayed the vow we made
Crooked tree, Crooked tree
Now I know your name
Crooked tree, Crooked tree
Now you bear my shame
They came and dragged you from my arms
And bound your hands and feet
by no law come from God or man
no judgment passed so fleet
They slipped the rope around your neck
I watched and held my tears
The white horse ran across the field
And left you hanging there
Crooked tree, Oh wicked tree
You wear a crown of thorns
For taking the life of my true love
I’ll burn you to the ground
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Turn In To Winter, Then
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TURN IN TO WINTER, THEN
Turn in to Winter, then
For the fawns have lost their spots
The frosted meadows empty,
echo ravens’ calls
Turn in to Winter, then
For the oaks have shed their leaves
The serpents coiled around their roots
In sheltered sleep await
Where have I been
What have I become
The connection, the loneliness
Entangled as one
The weight of existence
The burden of sight
The longing for that far place
Where being is bright
Lie down in the earth
Silent and deep
Through thin weathered skin
The dark dust will seep
Alternate alchemy
Transforms the disease
Caritas is the catalyst
That hastens the release
Turn in to winter, then
For the burial shroud of snow
Belies the life that stirs within
Unbound by thaw and flow
Turn in to winter, then
For transmutation is nigh
Cast off this dim and weary world
Let spirits now sublime!
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Broken Cruelty
07:01
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BROKEN CRUELTY
It fell upon Midsummer’s Eve
the longest day of light
Fair Janet wakened from her sleep
and banished dreams from sight
She combed her hair, slipped on her gown,
and laced her girdle gay
and she’s away to Festival
to while the hours at play
But then a thought came to her head
instead to Flower’s Field
to gather blooms for father’s grave
he was but one year dead
She picked the red and then the blue
and then the yellow bright
when all at once the mist grew thick
the sky as dark as night
Fair Janet trembled and grew pale
she knelt and wept and wailed
but none could hear her cries for help
she’d wandered far away
Then there appeared a distant gleam
perhaps the others were there
Fair Janet hastened toward that light
as fast her feet could bear
As she approached, the clouding cleared
a fortress wall did rise
she placed her hand on cold rough stone
and found herself inside
There stood the tallest broadest man
or beast, she could not tell
for all the coarse hair covering him
and the rankest animal smell
His eyes were coals that glowed so dark
and smoke came out as breath
these words he spoke so deep and clear
a hollow voice like death
“If you would know the truest love,
then choose you must stay here,
else you will be forever lost
to what you hold so dear.”
Despair and mortal fear aside
she readied to remain
for in her tender heart there burned
a strong and shining flame
It fell upon Midwinter’s Eve
the shortest day of light
Fair Janet serv-ed nigh six months
unknowing of her plight
Into the room, the Beast-Man stormed
his fettered legs set wide
he glared at her with narrow gaze
hands raised as if to strike
Instead, he lowered them to pray
he bowed his head and wept
a silent sobbing genuine
contrite, all rage now left
And then the fur flew off the Beast
pale skin beneath revealed
her eyes grew wide, familiar form
t’was her own father dear!
And up and spoke this comely man
in a voice so soft and sweet
“Now I may leave this hellish place
set free to heaven’s retreat
For long in life I was so cruel
withholding love and care
a prison made all by myself
no other blame to bear
But by your humble sacrifice,
unquestioned love and faith
you’ve shattered shackles, iron bars
that bound me to this earth”
His voice grew faint as did his form
an echo and a ghost
the walls dissolved, the moonlight beamed
so bright on brand new snow
Fair Janet did not feel the cold
nor did the night she fear
surrounded by the warmth of love
to home, the path now clear
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Beautiful Tonight
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BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT
How beautiful tonight my love
Not a soul in sight
The frost is on the windowpane
And everything is bright
The deer have gathered in the field
The owl in silent flight
Antler shadows laced on snow
Wings glow across moonlight
Footsteps crisp and treading soft
Now you have arrived
Breath suspended in between
You gently slip inside
Ah ah ah (x4)
How beautiful tonight my love
A billion points of light
Cascade into the atmosphere
And bind us to the night
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Sorcery
03:40
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SORCERY
Life ain’t easy for a solitary girl
Living in the back woods
apart from the world
Shadows on the ceiling
Whispers in the air
Hands that come a knockin’
In a rhythm of despair
What we did that summer
What we did last night
When we met in the garden
By the firefly light
And I will carry our secret to my grave
And you will love me until your dying day
Talkin’ so familiar
Like you knowed me all your life
Askin’ me to cast a spell
To get rid of your wife
Look into the mirror
As you stand behind me
Grindin’ bones and burnin’ blood
The answer you will see
What we did that autumn
What we did last night
When we knelt in the garden
By the candle light
And I will carry our secret to my grave
And you will love me until your dying day
Be careful what you wish for
Cuz it may come to be,
But not always how you want it,
When you mess with sorcery
The looking glass can trick you,
It will cure your misery,
or reverse your bad intention
That’s why you belong to me
What we did that winter
What we did last night
When we wept in the garden
By the pale star light
And I will carry our secret to my grave
And you will love me until your dying day
And you will carry my secret to your grave
And I will love you until my dying day
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