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If I had but two little wings
And were a little feathery bird,
To you I'd fly, my dear!
But thoughts like these are idle things
And I stay here.
But in my sleep to you I fly:
I'm always with you in my sleep!
The world is all one's own.
But then one wakes, and where am I?
All, all alone.
Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids:
So I love to wake ere break of day:
For though my sleep be gone,
Yet while 'tis dark, one shuts one's lids,
And still dreams on.
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Ophelia
02:45
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How should I your true love know
From another one?
By his cockle hat and staff
And his sandal shoen.
He is dead and gone, lady,
He is dead and gone;
At his head a grass-green turf
At his heels a stone.
White his shroud as the mountain snow,
Larded with sweet flowers.
That bewept to the grave did go
With true-love showers.
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A widow bird sate mourning for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
There was no leaf upon the forest bare,
No flower upon the ground,
And little motion in the air
Except the mill-wheel's sound.
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If Death is kind
06:01
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Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning,
We will come back to earth some fragrant night,
And take these lanes to find the sea, and bending
Breathe the same honeysuckle, low and white.
We will come down at night to these resounding beaches
And the long gentle thunder of the sea,
Here for a single hour in the wide starlight
We shall be happy, for the dead are free
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The End of the World
01:25
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The bird had come to the very end of its song
and the tree was dissolving under its claws.
And in the sky the clouds were twisting
and darkness flowed through all the cracks
into the sinking vessel of the landscape.
Only in the telegraph wires
a message still
crackled:
C-.-o- -m- e. h...o- -m- e.
y-.- o- -u..- h...a.-v...-e.
a.-s...o- -n-.
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Daughter of Eve
03:47
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A fool I was to sleep at noon,
And wake when night is chilly
Beneath the comfortless cold moon;
A fool to pluck my rose too soon,
A fool to snap my lily.
My garden-plot I have not kept;
Faded and all-forsaken,
I weep as I have never wept:
Oh it was summer when I slept,
It's winter now I waken.
Talk what you please of future spring
And sun-warmed sweet to-morrow: -
Stripped bare of hope and everything,
No more to laugh, no more to sing,
I sit alone with sorrow.
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A Birthday
02:56
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My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me.
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
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8. |
Look on the Heart
03:29
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Look not on the face, young maid, look on the heart
The heart of a fine young man is oft deformed
There are some hearts will hold no love for long x2
Beauty is perfect, Beauty wins all
Beauty alone exists not by half
The crow flies but by day
and the owl flies but by night
The swan flies night and day
Young maid the pine's not fair to see
Not fair to see as the poplar
Yet it keeps it's leaves in the wintertime x2
chorus
Alas it is vain to talk of this
What is not fair ought not to be
Beauty will only beauty love
April looks not on January
chorus
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Rough and Rocky
04:01
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Darling, I have come to tell you
Though it almost breaks my heart
But before the morning darling
We'll be many miles apart
Don't this road look rough and rocky
Don't that sea look wide and deep
Don't my baby look the sweetest
When she's in my arms asleep
Can't you hear the night birds crying
Far across the deep blue sea
While of others you are thinking
Won't you sometimes think of me
One more kiss before I leave you
One more kiss before we part
You have caused me lots of trouble
Darling you have broke my heart
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Night Piece, To Julia
04:45
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Her eyes the glow-worm lend thee,
The shooting stars attend thee;
And the elves also,
Whose little eyes glow
Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.
No Will-o'-th'-Wisp mislight thee,
Nor snake or slow-worm bite thee;
But on, on thy way,
Not making a stay,
Since ghost there's none to affright thee.
Let not the dark thee cumber:
What though the moon does slumber?
The stars of the night
Will lend thee their light
Like tapers clear without number.
Then, Julia, let me woo thee,
Thus, thus to come unto me;
And when I shall meet
Thy silv'ry feet
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Sleep little Sheep sleep
02:43
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Sleep little Sheep sleep sleep
sleep little sheep sleep sleep
don't let the knaws of the dream find you
don't let the jaws of the dream bite you
sleep little sheep sleep
Sleep little Sheep sleep sleep
sleep little sheep sleep sleep
sleep little sheep the dogs are in your bed
sleep little sheep their teeth are all red
sleep little sheep sleep
Sleep little Sheep sleep sleep
sleep little sheep sleep sleep
The stars are like diamonds up in the sky
the moon is a splinter that will take out your eye
sleep little sheep sleep
Sleep little Sheep sleep sleep
sleep little sheep sleep sleep
They'll grind your bones to make your bread
They'll make a drum out of your head
sleep little sheep sleep
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GreenBirdFlying Sligo, Ireland
Alt folk trio creating new works in collaboration with poets old, new and unknown! We also do soud tracks to silent films. Our first album is coming soon.
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