| A Lyrics |
| ALONG THE ROAD | AS DEEP AS THE OCEAN | |
| Along the road, stop, look at the birds, Taking the notes out of the dark of the night sky, silently stare Don’t even count the colours they wear, just be contented, admire their flight They fly so high, they fly so true, taking the melodies out of your head. And in your tearful sorrow and loss, Dwindling hopes bitterly stand in the Winter garden alone Look at the clouds, blowing away, just be contented, admire their flight They fly so far, they fly so near, taking the memory of your bad dream. Open your eyes wide, smile in a laugh, Rivetting hope, on to the back of your soul bus roll down the road, heedless of loss, heedless of doubt, Just be contented, admire their light They shine so bright , they shine so clear , They are the colours wrapped up in your heart They shine so bright, they shine so true They are the colours wrapped around your heart |
You roll as deep, as deep as the ocean. And you smell as sweet , oh flower of devotion Da da diddly-aa Oh eyes of light, gentle and searching A road of promise, winding and leading On wings of Peace , graceful and soaring You're at your ease though the mountains are roaring Doo-wop, doo-wop, doo-wop , da da diddly-aa Oh endless stream , each drop a blessing A tiny seed, sown in it’s season Doo-wop da da diddly-ah. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Ger Wolfe |
| B Lyrics |
| BEAN DUBH AN GLEANNA | BEAUTIFUL | |
| Tá bó 'gam ar an sliabh agus táim le seal 'na diadh,ó chailleas-sa mo chiall
le nóchar. Á seoladh soir is siar, ins gach áit a ngabhann an ghrian,ó mhaidin go mbuíonn tráthnóna. Nuair a fhéachaim féin anonn ins gach áit a mbíonn mo rún,ritheann óm' shúíl sruth deora,is a Rí ghil na gcumhacht, go bhfóire tú mo chúis ,mar 'sí bean dubh ón ngleann do bhreoigh mé. Bean dubh a'ghleanna,an bhean dubh dob fhearra , an bhean dubh ba dheise gáire,'s a píb mar an eala ,'s a ghruaig mar an sneachta,is a com seang singil álainn. Níl ógánach cailce ó Bhaile Átha Cliath go Gaillimh,Ná as súid go Tuam Uí Mheara,ná go bhfuil ag triall 's ag tarraingt,ar eacha donna deasa, ag tnúth leis an mbean dubh álainn. An té a chífeadh mo theach,'s gan de dhíon air ach seasc,'na shuí amuigh ó thaobh an bhóthair, nuair a éiríonn suas an bheach ,chun dhéineann a nead, le teas is le ghrian an tsamhraidh, Nuair a aosaíonn suas an tslat Ní fhanann uirti aon mheas, ach ag tnúth leis an mbrainse is óige,'s mo chailín plúrach deas , 'd'éalaigh uaim le spreas , mo chúig céad slán go deo leat.. |
Oh you know but you are beautiful Red and yellow is the morning sky Bright or rain there is a radiance Burning like a melody, brighter in the newer dawn Oh you smile and you are beautiful Joy is echoing God's love and in sorrows dark There is a memory, bringing spark and glorious Surer in the newer day Lift your voice in thanks and praise, sing your song oh love. Walk in truth, you will walk beautiful Talk your own talk because if anything Blossoms flying in the Autunm wind Carry Summer's song and on Seed set in the Winter earth, raise a glass for everyone Some may crow you are not beautiful Never mind the dark is blinding them Pray the light will only fill our days Pray the light will find us out Lift your voice in thanks and praise, raise a glass for everyone… |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Ger Wolfe |
| BETWEEN MORNING AND THE MOON | BLUEBELL | |
| Between dawning and the moon I have seen the roses bloom I have heard the blackbird fly And embrace the morning sky And all his heart is in my blood When May comes springing green a flood Into the garden of despair With holy blossoms in her hair. After all the days are done Smiles the pulse that shares the sun grins the weakness of your hand To plough all your stoney land A single pulse is in my blood When Summer shines sky-high above Into the garden of belief The dark descending with the thief While the root becomes a bud And the flower dies a seed Where the grain has held a spark And the Lord beholds your dark Oh all his love is in my blood When love comes shining white A dove into the river in your soul With all creation he beholds, a spark A spark. |
There is the taste of the sun from your mouth There is the light of the moon on your face Of all the flowers that bloom on the earth There is but one I would hold to my heart Soft as the rain is the touch of your lips Soft as the green of the Springtime your kiss Of all the flowers ,that bloom on the earth There is but one I will hold to my heart Bluebell, bluebell. Deep in the silence of night you are still Deep as the light of the moon on the hill Of all the flowers that bloom on the earth There is but one I would hold to my heart Bluebell. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Ger Wolfe |
| BRUACH NA CARRAIGE BAINE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Nuair a éiríos féín ar maidin go moch I bhfad amach sa bhóthair Cé cífinn chugaim ach a stór mo chroí Is d'fhéach sí féín go fónta Mar do bhí sí súíd, deas, dearg is donn Is a leacainn mar na rósaí Nuair a fháisceas í go dlúth lem chroí Sé dúirt sí;'Cá mbíonn tú id chónaí Mar is treabhadóír mise Go fónta ar mo chéird Is maith 'tá 'fhios ag mo chomharsain Is mó páirc riamh do threabhsa féin Gan mé 'bheith tinn ná leonta Do bhainfainn féar ar barr an cnoic Is do dhéanfainn cruach nó staicín Do rincinn ríl leat a stór mo chroí Ar bhruach na carraige báinne. Do leathfainn fallaing duitse A fhir óg, mura mbeadh ach leithead cianóíge Dá mbeadh 'fhios agam go mbeifá liom Gan dabht tú féin do b'fhearr liom Ó gléasagaí suas a óigfhir léan, Is gluais liom fhéin thar sáile Is treabhfaimid na cuanta doimhne O Bhruach na carraige báinne |
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| Words & Music : Traditional | Words & Music : Name |
| C Lyrics |
| CALL ME DOWN | THE CRACKLING RADIO | |
| Call me down All the shooting stars are falling to the Ragged ground And the singing moon is wearing now a ragged crown For the city is the palace of a paper clown, a paper clown Call me down When the blossom on the street is like a carnival And the songbirds in the trees are singing beautiful All the children down the road are playing wonderful, wonderful Call me down When the sky is raining out a new miscellany Every paper bag and pocket holds a melody Every apple-book and locket bears a memory, a memory Call me down Because clouds and mountains followed you and shadowed you Because barriers and walls became a bed for you Because scandal in the window told a lie on you, a lie on you Call me down And I'll never be the dagger that you perish on I will hold you in the palm where I have nourished long And I'll set you in the book where I have written long, written song Call me down And I'll set you in the furrow that I ploughed for you And the ocean will not separate my love from you And the garden will bear every tree I bore for you, I bore for you |
Who will unwrap the crackling radio, h-aon
dó, h-aon dó, Into the morning -cold aor the notes will go, h-aon dó , h-aon dó Dancing our eyelids open to Winter-time,h-aon dó , h-aon dó, Words that would waltz the moon in her sad decline, h-aon dó , h-aon dó, With the wind in your hair put your shoes by the edge of the water , By the side of the sea hear the radio crackle and play. Who will un fold the doorstep of memory , Whistling out a forget-me-not melody, Who will unravel the sheets of the river bed, Who will un ruffle the pillow beneath your head? |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Ger Wolfe |
| THE CURRA ROAD | PLACEHOLDER | |
| In the Summer we'll go walking Way down to the river Down the Curra road. There's the blue sky we'll walk under Listen to the humming bees and on we'll go We won't worry about the Winter Worry 'bout it raining, worry 'bout the snow In the Summer we'll go walking Way down to the river Down the Curra road. Past the cattle at their grazing Through the woods of hazel, holly, birch and oak Past the robin on the gatepost, Singing to the bluebells, sunlight is their host . We won't worry 'bout the radio Worry 'bout the traffic, worry 'bout the phone In the Summer we'll go walking Way down to the river Down the dusty road. There is music in the river, listen to it dancing Underneath the bridge and the wind is hardly breathing Words unto the willow branches overhead We won't worry 'bout the government Worry 'bout the video, worry 'bout the day In the Summer we'll go waltzing Hand in hand together Down the dusty way. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| D Lyrics |
| DRUNKS SING OUT AT NIGHT | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Drunks sing out at night a holy song All across the square the voices rise , And the visions flutter in your eye Out across the street the pigeons run, Your angel , holds your heart , Your angel, guards your soul O angel , protect all. All the stars are sleeping where they fell , Radios are roaring out their song, I follow every floorcrack to the wall, Ranting anthems clutter all my floor . Let the breeze breath poems to your page , Let the wind be silent in the night , You who roll between the raring waves , Follow like a seagull all your flight. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| E Lyrics |
| EYES FULL OF FLIGHT | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Eyes full of flight , when he saw doves ,
winged from the earthg , and soaring still.
In Heaven blue and velvet clouds , beyond
the sky , the angel’s song. His heart was light as pulsing flight , His love burned in Baptism bright. Song in his head , no river-cold- wave and the dance , sang dream to him. Stream to the end , sail clear and still , silent and word , the spirit sent. The Blessed Now , enshrined and blest, the gift enclosed within each one ,Un-altered peace , and wholly truth , to give all wings , and flight of doves. His heart was light as pulsing flight , his Love burned in Baptism bright |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| F Lyrics |
| FALLEN BRANCHES | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Take me down to the fallen branches, lying
in cold Winter clay Take me down to the broken bottle, and I will wipe the blood away I come like the storm of Winter, Come to toss your dream around I come like the rain of morning, Come to wash your river down Take me down to the fallen temple, and the gods of stone and glass Scattered on the ground to trample, burnt away like the Winter grass I come with the book of Springtime, the gospel written in your heart I come like the Son of Morning, a light to quench the dying dark. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| G Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| H Lyrics |
| HEAVEN PAINTS HER HOLY MANTLE BLUE | HELLO BABY | |
| My eyes drink from a country cup, sip it
slowly , drink it up, yellow , crimson, white and green , all the colours in between ,spattered lemon ,purple too , Heaven paints her holy mantle blue…. My ears lap up a country song , birds in ditches sing along , harmony of life’s good reason , regardless of the time or season , robin, gold-crest, thrush and blackbird , know the tune and all the words, Heaven holds the sweetest notes they’ll sing …. My soul reads from a country book , lines are fields all season-long ,ditches , river, road and brook, everywhere Creation’s song, Morning , evening , dark or bright , Heaven sends a candle light, Heaven sends a little candle light … |
In the river , you will find the clear reflection
of the sky Sons and daughters forever after by trees and water reason why Hello baby, hello child, hello sweetness, tell me why Spinning top will twist and tumble, waltz along the table wide Dancing shadow I go, I go you go, stop to touch the spinning tide Hello baby, hello love, hello Jesus, high above Hello baby, hello child, hello sweetness, you know why In the river, you will find the clear reflection of the sky Sons and daughters forever after by trees and water reason why |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Ger Wolfe |
| THE HOLY PLOLUGHLAND | PLACEHOLDER | |
| To know that you stood in the holy ploughland In the palm of your hand with the question and answer To know that you spread with a twirl of your fist Where the silver trees twist, like a lover- led dancer Let me into your heart, into your heart like a dove To know that you suffered the crowning of thorns The agony born, in the garden of roses To know that you offer the innocent crown To the wise and the clown to pick as he chooses To know that you are when the harvest is ripe And the blossom of white is our new jubilation To know that you are when the famine is dawn And the shadow is drawn on the joy of Creation |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| I Lyrics |
| IN THE GARDEN OF HEAVEN | IRON YARD CHAINS | |
| In the garden of Heaven you are now , and
the flowers blossom in your hand may the
fruit of glory be your food, and your family
gather all around , And I love you ,more than stars up in the night , when the moon cries over mountains. Now your hands are moving through the roots, and the trees are gathering your song, all your memories scattered to the ditch , where the morning fathered all your Joy. And I love you ,though the flowers have your eyes and the echo of your heart pulses northwards , And I love you ,more than the rivers in the deep ,love the rainfall in distant valleys. Between night and the mothering of clay, when despair has conquered all but love , sings a goldcrest high up on the hedge , stone-cold branches cannot stop the sun, And I love you , more than the stars up in the night , when the moon cries ,over mountains , and I'll love you , When the bells are gone to clay , and the songbirds are dust on the windows. |
I will not be lost in the iron yard chains A rope in the storm or the gutter of nails, A leaf in the end or the island of rails I will not be lost in the iron yard chains The iron yard chains Don't say this to anyone I will not be salt in the arrow of tears A scholar of death in the tunnel of years The cut or the wound in the bloodshot of fear I will not be salt in the arrow of tears The arrow of tears Don't say this to anyone. But I will trickle down in the iron gate screams Adrift on the bell and the tower of peels A seed in the gut and the furrow I dream I will trickle down with the iron gate screams, the iron gate screams Don't say this to anyone, don't say this to anyone. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Ger Wolfe |
| I WATCHED THE SUN | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I watched the sun change it’s new shoes from
orange to singing blue, And hoped my heart would always sing , child-bright and out of tune And every note just fall and go , and float out to the sea , And salty as the Summer’s breeze would not come back to me , would not come back to me . Love , love , love , love , love . I’m told the Sun shines in the East , round as a golden spoon , And through yopur hands the sand would run , soft, fine and silken-spooled , around your feet the tide would turn , the flower and the sparrow’s loom , and sheltered by the Autumn’s hand , would not fade out too soon , would not fade out too soon. Love , love , love , love , love . Now if the stars and rocks collide , and crash into the sea And Winter burns adrift on earth and bleaches all the green , The broken silver-bottled sun will quench and drift away , But the spark of love that built from nought will surely not decay , will surely not decay. Love , love , love , love , love . |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| J Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| K Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| L Lyrics |
| THE LARK OF MAYFIELD | PLACEHOLDER | |
| You are the lark of Mayfield , thundelling
down the hill. You are the lark of Mayfield
, I can remember you still ,you sang _………….. … “Yellow moon , don’t turn me around, yellow moon , I’m lost in the sound , of your falling tower of dark , send an island- following spark , spark.” You are the star of Munster , flying your dream away. You are the stone-lapped water , gliding the early day….you sang ………”yellow moon , don’t turn me around , yellow moon I’m lost in the sound , of your falling tower of song , yellow moon , don’t string me along , along.” You are the Flower of Ireland , out on the drifted wave , you are the Blood of Éireann ,spilled in an empty cave…………….. Won’t you sing , “yellow moon , I’m turning around , yellow moon ,in homeland surround , bog and lichen , heather and stone ,river water , carry us home , home . |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| M Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| N Lyrics |
| NEW-BORN CHILD | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Green and rain, the clay swallowed all of
the Winter's pain , bearing the child of
the Summer song. Who'll sing again , who'll sing again of the green and rain , when the frost lies slain and the cold day gone ?? New born child , new born child , new-born child. Blossom-born , song of the thrush-conquered Winter thorn,hearing the crush of the earth un-done. Who'll sing again?, who'll sing again of the blossom-born, crowning April morn , glowing Hope and Warm…New-born child. Bell-rung joy, footsteping forth of the pastuered boy, blue-eyed ,the child of the waltz and the word, Who'll ring again , who'll ring again for the bell rung joy , when the sun sails high and the clouds all white, New-born child , new-born child , new-born child. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| O Lyrics |
| OH LITTLE ONE | THE ONE WHO SWEEPS THE STREETS | |
| Believe the song and the bird of shining
Spring Will creep un-noticed through the misted night Unveil the waking morning in a blaze And dance beneath your window as you sleep Oh little one, oh little one, oh little one Unburdened of the world's weight you may see The colour-singing vision of your dream And oh aware that the robin on her height Has conquered every corner in her song So whistle up your stale-aired vision clear Away from trundle-cutting piece and meal For faith in pulsing heart found back in youth Was blossoming a season every turn Oh Little one |
I am the one who sweeps the streets Under the branches gold and green, Light silver hair and iron shoes I come to plough the city blues Holding each leaf that has come to pay homage to me My footsteps pound out the song of the crucified street. And under these Cathedral skies I meet each one the fool ,the wise With every turning season's dream I watch the Kingdom dancing clean Weaving their words like a tapestry into my heart, Children and lovers will endlessly wake to the song. And though the dogs in fear will chase Out of my eyes the smiling face One old man's words will stand along A wall of poetry and song, Whispering secrets of doorsteps and bridges and bars In fairness I'll tell them the story of time before cars.. And in my pockets angel's hide Guarding my soul on every side Glorious Halleluljah's wait I am the ragged at the gate Standing in weather that promised me nothing but scars Thinking my better days ,wondering under the scars Standing in weather that promised me nothing but scars Counting my better days fumbling under the star I am the one who sweeps the streets Under the branches gold and green, Bright silver hair and iron shoes I come to plough the city blues. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Ger Wolfe |
| OVER THE MOUNTAINS | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Over the mountains and under the sea , music
for you baby , music for me ….. Dreams of the mermaid and dreams of the sea , dreams of the swallow returning to see. Over the valley down into the farms , rock-a-bye-baby asleep in your arms .. Dreams of the Summer and dreams of the sky , dreams of the stars above , learning to fly . Dreams of the Winter and dreams of the spring , dreams of the fish below , learning to sing. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| P Lyrics |
| PRINCESS PLEASE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Princess please put on your coat and burn
your incense sweet ,send your word around
the town that all your court will meet. Flowers and apples beautiful, there’s music in your heart again, your heart again….. Princess please put on your cloak and sing a morning song. Your palace is a simple boat to sail the childhood long, trees and rivers furious , are calling us and curious, trees and mountains glorious , are calling us , and curious ,so curious. Princess please put on your shoes and see the world outside ,up and down the rolling road and view the turning tide , seasons raining Majesty, take your word , solemnly , solemnly Seasons reigning majesty , Truth will be , true to thee, true to thee. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| Q Lyrics |
| THE QUEEN OF SUMMER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| In the river fields , you dance the Summer
over. In a crazy dance , you court your crazy lover, Ye will twine and fall , the fall of no tomorrow , Walk the stony wall , the sun and crown of sorrow . In her golden hair , she is the queen of Summer . When confetti falls , the leaves are dancing after , And the swallows call , the bells in sweetest laughter , In a rolling wave , you sail along the river, You are free to save , your share of Winter silver, On the frosted road ,you are the king of Winter. One more seasons sun ,will turn the Winter over , One more season’s sun , will bring the Spring and cover, All the fields in green, the colours falling-singing, And with hands unseen , God sets the world a-ringing In her silent womb, she holds the child of Summer . On her silent lips , she bears the song of Summer , she is the Queen of Summer. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| R Lyrics |
| THE RAGMAN | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Call him the ragman, free as a sparrow and
oh not alone Call him the ragman, three legged dog and a mirror of bone Call him the freeman, call him an angel his heart would grow wings White as a snow-drop, over the city-bound children bells ring Call him the junkman, searching for amber and breadcrust and brass Call him the pigman, sailing a clutter-junk down every cross Call him a ploughman, hectare and nectar-long acre of grass Call him to harrow, all of the stars to the ditch-ridden moss Call him the tinman, railings of copper and pillar brick red Call him the thin man, out on the road roaring songs in his head Call him to whisper tales of the ancient and rubbish full yards Call him to whisper tales of the twisted and battered oul bards Call him the beggar, hands of a king, palace fit for a queen Call him the beggar his sceptre and crown golden purple and green Call him a hero, bury his heart in a trophy of light Call him a hero, wilder and cut in the channel of strife Call him the ragman, three-legged dog and a whistle of gold Call him the ragman, newspaper flowers eternally old |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| S Lyrics |
| SHE SINGS A MELODY | A SINGLE THREAD | |
| She sings a melody , sweetened by January
, Sparrows are gathered to listen in rows . On up through Patrick Street , Shuffle your crazy feet , Building site listeners mother her prose... Smother me deep ina blanket of harmony ... She holds a thread of time , empty down whisky drop, Prays in the Trinity chapel for Peace, Sweetness you promised me , ever eternally Hold me a seat on the bus to your heart Mother my soul from the fire of Purgatory.. "I'm out of my head I am stumbling through your day, Paper-thin glances balled up in a mask Cut me with pity-glass, theres nothing from you I ask I bear the cross I hold , where is your smile Don't patronise me with your penny of charity.. Cause each day the flowers weep, into the frozen streams I see the doves that are holding my feet, Each cloud a different face , angels come gather me.. Countless stars colour my pillow of night , I'm planting my voice as a seed in your memory, Sewing my voice like a seed in your memory. |
You weave a single thread A spinning web on a golden loom Your Mother's womb Oh singing child the dancing world is waiting for your metaphor Your syllable Your Word and Rhyme Come on , come on And tell us all You want you want And tell us all you need to know And in your secret room In waiting you are counting on the turning sea The cloud-run hills The rain and the heart of truth and faith Come on , Come on and tell us all You have you have And tell 'em all you want to know Day before day you hear the swallows go The angels sing, the river sail, the city bawl The night go down, the spilling sky While all the flowers will glisten-cry. Come on , come on And tell 'em all you want you want and tell 'em all , You need to know Take all your heart-borne talk And lay it on the world in silent beating on A drum a drum, a pulse of life, Will hammer through the din and tackle, silently A silver nail Go on go on and tell 'em all you want you want And tell us all you need to know .. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Ger Wolfe |
| STANDING IN DOORWAYS | SUMMER AT MY FEET | |
| Look in your pockets and count what you’ve
lost , Grey skies and pebbles and shadows and moss, You got standing in doorways with nothing to sing , Petalled and jewelled and two broken wings , Lie down , close each tired eye down , close each burning eye down. Thunder is scaring the birds off the trees , Driving wings skyward ,adrift now and free, The sun in your hair is the colour of song , We will have music and laughter again, Lie down , close each tired eye down , close each burning eye down. Look in your pockets and see what you’ve found, Silence and sorrow and laughter and sound , Sitting by windows in morning and light, Emptiness , aching , desire and flight , Lie down , close each tired eye down , close each burning eye down. |
I watch the city growing dark and wonder
Where April threw her blossom on the street The morning tore the flowing dark assunder And I awoke with Summer at my feet. The seagulls joined a chorus in our laughter The waves came filling every footprint deep We took our cares and fired them in the water And slowly sang a tired sun to sleep My love she brings me butter-cups and roses The ladybird of Summer on her knee Her eyes are bright and wondrous as the ocean And I swim deep as deep as love can be |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Ger Wolfe |
| SWALLOW SING A SONG | PLACEHOLDER | |
| My apple –pockets packed are full of chocolate
stars and penny bars, my dream in locket dreamt for you , stored up in bottle ,pot and jar. Swallow sing a song before you fly , and take my love a note across the sky,swallow sing a song before you go ,and leave a note on her on her window. My hands are numb with nettle teeth , I climb the ditch and wall for you , and lay the apples at your feet ,as trees adore October blue. Swallow sing a song before you fly |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Name |
| T Lyrics |
| TELL ALL THE LIES | THREE LONG YEARS | |
| I will lie down in the backstreet, cardboard
box and concrete , reeling out my wisdom
to the world. I will wake amongst the debris , foaming dogs and memory , watching as the waking world unfolds. Tell all the lies I told , tell all the lies I told again , tell all the lies I told again. I will stalk the square in moonlight , roof aglow in twilight ,scale the slates and chimneys of the town ,I will roll the tearing sirens , underneath your windows ,count the marble stairsteps up and down … |
You've had three long years, smiling smiles
and weeping tears Whistles whisper in your ear, and your skipping Down the rainbow skies, down with all your queation-why's And your dancing daring eyes, you are skipping Round and round the garden, like a teddy-bear Do you love an apple, do you love a pear Weave a way of cloth, wrung on iron railings wrought In the garden of your thought, you are skipping And your'e curling up your curl, watch the ocean wave unfurl Wave a flag to greet the world, in your skipping And the world's a long street 'round, in the corner you have found Where your little feet rebound, what we're missing And from Africa to France, you only need advance Imagine in your trance, you are skipping Take me to the swings and slides, throw me at the up-sky high And I'll let my heart decide, when I'm skipping. |
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| Words & Music : Ger Wolfe | Words & Music : Ger Wolfe |
| U Lyrics |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| PLACEHOLDER | PLACEHOLDER | |
| Words & Music : Name | Words & Music : Name |
| V Lyrics |
| THE VICTORY OF FORGIVENESS | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I want to run the race , gain the victory
of forgiveness , don’t want to bury my head
in a pillow of shame , under the shade of
the blackthorn tree , Oh my Lord , help me
carry the weight and run . I want to shout for Joy , run the victory of forgiveness , don’t want to carry no flag to the pillar of hate , into the doom and the fading light , I’d love to see proclaimed the victory of forgiveness ,, don’t want to help weave a cloth of the briar and thorn , to cover the children of laughter and song ,, oh …… I want to greet the Lord in the victory of forgiveness , sharing the day with the giver of Life, holding the book in the fullness of light , to laugh and cry in a garden of birds , all found and born in the light of His loveOh my Lord , help me carry the weight and run ,help me carry the weight . |
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| WHEN WE WERE NEW | WHILE THE WORLD IS ROLLING 'ROUND | |
| When we were new , in the land where the
blackberry blossoms shone . And Summer sang , through the heart of the bird in the fading light , Careless in time , we riddled rhyme , until the dreams we loved , until the dreams we loved , came around , and the hill , was aglow and the hill all aglow. Then as we walked up the hill and the moon wove a rambling rose , around our love and a single star fell in a blaze of light.Careless in rhyme , we riddle time , until the dreams we love , until the dreams we love ,come around , and the world is aglow and the world all aglow, come around , and the world , is aglow and the world all aglow. |
While the world is rolling round Carry your heart to the hill and down Don't bury your dream in the naked ground All the questions dancing in your head All the fires burning in your heart All the rivers roaring through your blood All the answers reeling to the stars While the birds address the night Scribble your hope in a whisper bright Follow your star in a fall of flight Watch the colours dance along the road Sing the praise of Heaven in your eyes Grace the birds the garden of your soul Every petal-blossom of your smile If the world turns inside-out, Follow your faith 'mid the roarig doubt Water your land in the dying drought. In your hand the blossom and the thorn In your song the meadow and the lark In your thought the silent and the storm In your mouth the word and book of joy. |
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| THE WILLOW | PLACEHOLDER | |
| The willow she wears a coat of gold and of
green , Each buds a tear and each leaf is a dream The willow she wears a coat of gold and of green , Dances the sweetest dance you've ever seen And she dances the sweetest dance you've ever seen. And her arms they dazzle the child ina melody , Each eye alive in the colour of Spring Her arms they dazzle the child in a melody, Down by the riverside you'll hear her sing And it's down by the riverside we'll hear her sing. |
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| YOU KNOW YOURSELF | YOU'RE A LONG TIME OUTSIDE | |
| Each step of track you trace ,and back the
smiling face , Won't crack your eyes erase , a sense of Wonder. An inch of time drawn out, a mile of line about , Take all your fears and doubt ,to drag you under And you know , you know , you know , you know your self. The sky of light and wide , the sprinkled night abide , Pour every hour aside , to sweetest ponder The trail and road of rhyme ,the sea and river shine The tear of younger eye and the smile hid under.. The wall a garden long , and tall a tree of song For all the wise and strong to shelter under So in your meadow face , a flower , one of grace You'll run the dancing race , and road of Wonder |
You're a long time outside, lost in the garden
wide You're a ling time outside, under the hedge, hiding unseen Under the hedge, where have you been? Lost between banners and furrows and bridges of cloud I've been calling your angel to get you and carry you home You're a long way between, ditches and fields of green You're a long way between, fences and walls, vision and dream Fences and walls, what have you seen? Lost between valleys of darkness and the river of night I've been calling my angel to lead me back into the Light |
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| YOU SAID YOU KNOW I WILL BE TRUE | PLACEHOLDER | |
| I fell into a slumber then , I dreamt I went
into a storm, you took me from my reverie
, you held me up into your arms. You said'you know I will be true' , you said 'you know what?, I love you'. We scaled the crooked mountains , we sailed across the thorny sea. We drank the Summer under , we wove the Winter 'round our feet. I said ' You know I will be true' , I said 'you know what I love you'. You woke and I was missing , lost from the valley and the road. You sang and then you listened, silent I buried my own load. You said 'you know I will be true' , you said 'you know what I love you.' |
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