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Ghost of Walachin
(The Green Fool Recordings;
Red Sky Coven
Volumes 1 & 2)
(Tabs)
Now you're fed and watered is it time to
move away
Come do to me, babe, as I do to others every day.
There's a line drawn across the world and you went back to
your side
We're continents apart again (...)
Chorus:
But you never disappointed
You always could amaze
And the ghost of Walachin looks dry and dazed.
Where you bloomed a stump is left, there's
dust across the street
Love was stolen out of here and replaced with sand and sleet.
Oh memory and dream intwine with weed upon a wire
For where there was so much water once now there's only fire.
Chorus
Cast your eyes up where you are, there's
a riding in the sky
There may be life left on the ground, can we give it one more
try?
And when you come, oh if you come, will you bring one thing
for me?
For more than love and life itself it's water that I need.
Chorus
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Stealing
(The Green Fool
Recordings)
At the mighty great Shannon so full
of water
Over there on the banks will you be.
And I wish it were my love and if it were my love
I wish it were my love you're stealing.
Night follows day in a beautiful way
I follow you whatever you do.
And I wish it were my love and if it were my love
I wish it were my love you're stealing.
And I think my heart said it when
I listened to your head
As the wind played around with your hair.
And I wish it were my love and if it were my love
I wish it were my love you're stealing.
Be my delight, meet me tonight
Where the mockingbirds sing by the paraffin light.
And I wish it were my love and if it were my love
I wish it were my love you're stealing.
Now tomorrow is passing and time everlasting
Hurriedly slipping away.
And I wish it were my love and if it were my love
I wish it were my love you're stealing.
Silence is best, let the birds sing
Of you by the water, an impossible thing.
And I wish it were my love and if it were my love
I wish it were my love you're stealing.
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Paling of the Moon
(The Green Fool Recordings;
Too Drunk
in Public)
(Tabs)
In the paling of the moon where the rushes
swoon
On a river bank in early June in the summer of our love
I plant a kiss on your quivering lips
And I seldom miss in the summer of our love.
Hold on to this time, hold on to my coat
Hold on to these words as they spill out of my throat.
Chorus:
I'm loving you now (3x)
Forever once more.
Says I to you and you to I in the winking
of an eye,
We wish upon a starry sky in the summer of our love
Lost in staring at your face I go tripping on my lace
We leg it to O'Donnell's in the summer of our love.
Through the smoke and the beer your green eyes did shine
It's a pound or a penny that we'll marry this time.
Chorus
In the paling of the moon where the rushes
swoon...
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Connersville
Girl
(The Green Fool
Recordings)
There was a man from Connersville
And he lived up by the station.
Ghosts they walk across his floor
Where he buried his relation.
Chorus:
"Yes", she cried, "I can love thee well"
"Yes", she cried through sorrow
"All of this you've done today
I must do tomorrow"
And he cleaned his hands and he took
his love
He took her out a-riding
Down the track from Connersville
Two hearts went to hiding.
Chorus
Now on a bed of rosy silk
In the small hours of the morning,
With a silver blade she cut his throat
She didn't give a warning.
Chorus
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Child of the
Wind
(Bruce Cockburn)
(The Green Fool Recordings)
I love the pounding of hooves
I love engines that roar
I love the wild music of waves on the shore
And the spiral perfection of a hawk when it soars
Love my sweet woman down to the core
There's roads and there's roads
And they call, can't you hear it?
Roads of the earth
And roads of the spirit
The best roads of all
Are the ones that aren't certain
One of those is where you'll find me
Till they drop the big curtain
Chorus:
Hear the wind moan
In the bright diamond sky
These mountains are waiting
Brown-green and dry
I'm too old for the term
But I'll use it anyway
I'll be a child of the wind
Till the end of my days
Little round planet
In a big universe
Sometimes it looks blessed
Sometimes it looks cursed
Depends on what you look at obviously
But even more it depends on the way that you see
Chorus
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Old Bell
County
(The Green Fool
Recordings)
Was the changing of the season on
a cool night in October
When I took my truck from Belton Town and drove into
Killeen.
I was calmer than I'd ever been as I stopped outside
the diner
And I put on my sun glasses, tucked my shirt into
my jeans.
Chorus:
It was down in old Bell County by the widening of the
river
When I lost my sense of humour, man, I really let it
slide.
And I wished I was with Evangeline
She was the image of a Russian queen.
I loved her more than life itself, so something had
to die.
Oh something had to die.
I crashed the truck through plated
glass and I drove it over tables
There were people screaming everywhere as I stepped
from my machine.
Crying "Texas, o Texas, this is what you've done for
me"
I let loose one hundred bullets there and twenty-two
did die.
Chorus
Sirens filled the atmosphere and someone
else was shooting
And I turned my gun upon myself and turned to face the
door.
Through the smoke and beer and broken glass I heard
a voice calling
And I thought I saw Evangeline as I fell upon the floor.
Chorus
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Swansfeather
(The Green Fool Recordings;
Red Sky Coven
Volume 3)
Make me wings of swansfeather,
Tie them with the purple heather,
Carry me through all weather,
Take me to my home.
Well it wasn't the men from Shercock
Nor the men from Bally Bay
But the dealing men from Crossmaglen
Put a whiskey in my tea.
And I take one step towards them
And they take one step to me.
It was the dealing men from Crossmaglen
Put a whiskey in my tea.
And I tossed my coin at the cross roads
And I did just as I pleased
And I shared the dirt with the strangers
From Lincoln to Belize.
And I travelled the whole world over
But I'm back upon my knees.
It takes more than the luck of the Irish, sir,
To sail the seven seas.
And it wasn't the men from Shercock...
And make me wings of swansfeather...
In Kentish Town I flipped a card
And I dirtied what was clean.
It was the six of spades and I dug him a grave,
Looking for a queen. And I left that room as lonely
As a man has ever been.
In Carrick Fair came a (...) in,
Clear and ever green.
And it wasn't the men from Shercock...
And make me wings of swansfeather...
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The
Mutineer
(The Green Fool
Recordings)
Her skin looked dry, her lips were
cracked
And everybody looked the other way.
And she's still trying to wash the sheet
That brought all the trouble in its wake.
I doubt that I can help her now
There's little left to say.
Oh everybody's waiting on the closing of the day.
Chorus:
And it's been years
And you cried a lot of tears
For the mutineer.
There's a man upon the shore
Walking through some days that might have been.
And infinity gets everywhere
As does the smell of gasoline.
There's nothing left behind him now
He's staring out to sea.
He just doesn't want to say one last good bye
To a man he's never seen.
Chorus
You think you are just killing time
When all the while time is killing you.
And everybody's back to do
The sort of thing that they are meant to do.
You were so beautiful
And now you're just confused.
Wash another sheet, my love
Another pile of food.
Chorus
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The Green
Fool
(The Green Fool Recordings)
I walked from Monaghan to Dublin one time,
And the nails in my boots they did sparkle and shine.
Through each town I passed the people would say,
There's goes the green fool at the dawn of the day.
As I sat on the Liffey bank the journeymen
came
And I sipped of their whiskey again and again,
Three nights went past and I spent them at play
I was the green fool at the height of the day.
Now you'll see me over hedges in the fields
of my home
And I do me a lot of walking but it's seldom I roam.
Such demons are tame now with bootfulls of clay,
And gone the green fool at the end of the day.
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Black
Coal Hole
(The Green Fool
Recordings)
There once was a man that I knew one
time
And I swear, he died too young
And he left behind him many a friend
And two adoring sons.
We threw the earth on top of him
And we slowly walked away
And we left him there on the old church yard
In the autumn of his days.
Chorus:
And he went down amongst the leaves,
Down amongst the leaves,
Way down there in the black coal hole,
Down amongst the leaves.
I think he lived a life too many
Tried one too many things.
And he got here in the summertime
And he died before the spring.
And we joined the priest and we asked the Lord
To please his soul to keep
And we left him there on the old church yard
In the autumn of his days.
Chorus
Some say they see him all around
As if he's standing there
And if he is I'm willing to bet
He'll soon be sliding off somewhere
To where the chat is merry
And the water turns to wine.
And we left him there on the old church yard
In the autumn of his days.
Chorus
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