Black Jack Davy
The Letter
Pictures In A Mirror
This Moment
When You Find Out
Fair As You
by Mike Heron
Black Jack David is the name that I bear been alone in
the forest for a long time
But the time is coming when
a lady I'll find I will love her
Hold her singing through
the green green trees
And the skin on my hands is like the leather I ride
and my face is hard from the cold wind
But my heart so warm with
the song that I sing
Charm a fair lady
Singing through the green green trees
Fair Eloise rode out that day
From her fine fine home in the morning
In the flush of the dawn came a sound to her ear
Drifting and floating
Singing through the green green trees
Now fifteen summers was
all that she'd seen
And her skin was as soft as the velvet
But she's forsaken her fine fine home
And Black Jack David is
Singing through the green green trees
Last night she slept on a fine feather bed
Far far from Black jack David
But tonight she will sleep on the cold cold ground
And love him and hold him
Singing through the green green trees
Saddle me up my fine gray mare
Cried the lord of the house next morning
For the servants tell me
my daughter's gone
With Black Jack David
Singing through the green green trees
And he rode all day and he rode all night
But he never did find his daughter
But he heard from afar
come adrift on the wind
Two voices laughing
Singing through the green green trees
Oh Black Jack David is
the name that I bear
Been alone in the forest for a long time
But now I have found me a lady so fair
I will love her and hold her
Singing through the green green trees
by Mike Heron
Started rubbin' my eyes
when I heard the birds talk
Hey mister sleep you're gonna
have to take 'walk
But nothing has 's much pow'r to
make me rise as the post man
Bringin' a mornin' surprise
Here he comes
Here he comes
Too much I've got a letter
I'd better get out of bed
I said
Then I pulled the covers right
up to my nose
I thought well the letter
might be for Rose
Her mother she writes very regularly
Mister Postman have you got
a letter for me
Mr. Heron, yes I have yes I have
Too much I've got a letter
I said with some joy
It came from Maria, Chicago, Illinois
And I never have met her but she sounds sweet
like a flower
Grown on a rubbish heap
She's got a lot of things 'round her
She's gotta work out
But she's gonna make it
and I have no doubt
Maria, the plane that brought your letter must have
felt a little bit lighter
The air hostess must've felt brighter bringing your letter over the sea
And the pilot was your Orpheus
singing a song for you
Maria I'm singin'
Hear me singin' I'll be your Orpheus too
By the time you hear this song your
troubles will be gone
And you'll be left with what's shinin'
through your letter you (repeat)
by Robin Williamson
Deep in the hollow jail
Sleeps Lord Randall
The mixed voices speak of bread
And of sheets that were scarlet
and blue are at his head
His heart like a cat drowns in a well
He thinks of all the girls he will not love
He thinks not of the future or of the past
Blue lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets
sail for otherwhere
There stands the chief with
gold on his hair
Two fingers thick each link of coiled ore
Speaks to his white skinned
wife she answers not
He hurls his question angry to the gulls
His wife strikes her mouth
with a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her loss
revolves above her mind
With every line in its design
an accusing eye
That pierces Kasa's soul
The slaves row on beneath
the dragon flag
His heart recoils recall his red-haired son
Beneath the burning walls
that he razed down
His wife and he speak not
as wine is brought
A cup that seethes like the
black blood of wolves
His wife's dagger is hidden in her dress
He drinks joyless to a dark sleep
The gaoler bangs the iron door
Lord Randall wakes in pain
He shakes his shackles
in the beaten gloom
The blood of his wounds is hard as coal
The gaoler leads him out
upon the blinding bright stair
He feels uneven turf beneath his feet
The priest intones, the sword
falls on his neck
The pain is boiling cold
They lay him in the tomb
at the break of day
They close the earthen door
upon his clay
The birds are plucking worms
from the ground
Their feathers grey as mist
on a cloudy morn
Foresters burn branches
from the sleeping trees
The white sun turns to stone
His mother lies in her labor
Nine days long
She called on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the room of mv birth
With hangings rich of
many strange designs
Nobles stand with their wine
cups in the room
Saluting me and she the King's queen
Already I am forgetting who I am
Already I've forgotten who I've been
My mother lifts me up
to her huge soft breast
Her nipple like a berry both
hard and brown
Her eyes look on me like waves of the sea
And with small lips
the yellow milk I draw.
by Mike Heron
This moment is different from any before and this
moment if different it's now
And if I don't kiss you
That kiss is untasted
I'll never get it back
But why should I want to
I'll be in the next moment
Sweet moment
Sweet lover
Sweet now
The walls of this room are
different from any before them
They are now
They are now
The air that you breathe is
different from any before it
It is now
It is now
You may think that life is repeating
Repeating
Repeating
Repeating
Repeating
You may think that life is repeating
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Oh no
Each moment is different
from any before it
Each moment is different it's now
Who You Are
by Robin Williamson
It's of a strange and furious time
when men did speed to pray
Along the road of discontent to gods of gold and clay
Some did seek security
Among the seas of change
And some did seek dear life to wound
a furious time and strange
But when you find out who you are
Beautiful beyond your dreams
Just look around and
notice where you are
Just look around and notice what you see
Each moment born for you innocently
But when I see what we have made
What we have out with the mind's blade
In the blackness feel it all
Repeated faces rise and fall
With ancient goals unwondering fail
Further obscure the ancient trail
Filling with the endless years
The river of your heart's tears
I swear you have the power
as the angels do
Spread out your fingers and
make all things new
Change the world by the things you say
By the things you love
And by the games you play
And you make each new day
It feels so funny in your mummy's tummy
Before you get born into
the world for to carry on
Remember young man of the time
before you first went to school
How did it feel trying to live to the rule
Remember young man of the time
when your love stick
First rose free between your legs
Like a growing tree
Remember you walked with your lover
Like a gypsy and a gypsy queen
Under the stars where the sign was seen
Under the stars where
the leaves were green
Under the stars where the sign was seen
0 how many shining hearts
With love has guided me
And many I have met before
in lands across the sea
We used to speak of that ocean deep
How little words can say
It's better now to ask your friend
What makes him sad today
No one can do it for you
Make your own sky blue
Make your own dreams come true
Make it come true.
by Mike Heron
My fairest love I live and
learn the songs that ring true
Whose message is plain
whose words are few
whose melodies smell of the pines
love dwells between the lines
cast upon the air to fly
when words won't do
Words won't do
The sun he sings a song
In forest moist at break of day
When wonder fills the air
I thought to pluck at break of dawn
a melody so fair
Whose gracious form
can match your own
Your soul blessed in every turn
colored by the rainbow's pen
in tints so rare
Tints so rare
The sun he sings a song.
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