Wee Tam
 
Job's Tears
By Robin Williamson
 
Robin: Guitar
 
We're all still here
no one has gone away
Waiting, acting much too
well and procrastinating
 
The cross of the earth
(let me go through)
The four winds point them
Body to body
Seas to anoint them
The reed they brought him
Sponge and vinegar
Fiery serpents
Spitting gold and cinnamon
The moon was bleeding
And stars were shallow
And the sword that killed him
Was a sword of willow

Hello I must be going well I only came to say
I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way
 
O I remember it all from before
 
The winter and the midnight
Could not hold him
The fire could not burn him
Nor earth enfold him
Rise up Lazarus
Sweet and salty
Brother soldiers
Stop your gambling and talk to me
The thieves were stealers
But reason condemned him
And the grave was empty
Where they had laid him
 
Why heroes die at sunrise
Why the birds are arrows of the wise
Why each perfumed flower
Why each moment has its hour
 
It's you
It's all true
 
Stranger than that we're alive
Stranger than that
Stranger than that
Whatever you think
It's more than that, more than that
Happy man, the happy man
Doing the best he can
 
Keep on walking where the angels showed
(All will be one)
Travelling where the saints have trod
Over in the old golden land
In the golden book of the golden game
The golden angel wrote my name
When the deal goes down I'll put my crown
Over in the old golden land
 
I won't need to kiss you when we're there
(All will be one)
I won't need to miss you when we're there
Over in the old golden land
 
We'll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye
You won't need to worry and you won't have to cry
Over in the old golden land
 
 
Puppies
By Mike Heron

Mike: Guitar, sitar, bass
Robin: Guitar, gimbri, bass, percussion
 
Even the birds when they sing
It's not everything to them
 
Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils
Made me want to play
To the puppies having their little breakfast
 
So I picked up six fine strings
And I began to play
What I thought that new
Born fur would like best
 
Hey, hey, such a new born morn
Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone
Left me here holding this song
Music is so much less than what you are
 
Just how far can you take me
How far can you take me, Mother Nina
Before I'm on my own
 
Don't imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song
When the sun makes it's sap to rise
One by one the chorus swells till it's a mighty noise
Are you sure that it's not a silence?
 
Even the birds when they sing
It's not everything to them
Even the birds when they sing
Spread their wings to heaven and fly away.
 
 
The Yellow Snake
By Robin Williamson

Robin: Guitar, sarangi
Mike: Sitar
 
Someone you saw stretched sleeping on the sand
Five withered violets cradled in his hand
His dreams are so loud calling in your ear
The yellow snake coils from the water
And all is refreshed far and near.
 
 
Log Cabin In the Sky
By Mike Heron

Mike: Guitar, washboard
Robin: Violin
Rose: Violin
 
All around this wide country the winter it has now begun
Now is the time to slip away from the California sun
To a place where a man can be free as the wind
As wild as the huskies' cry
Now winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin in the sky
 
With snow piling all round the door
And many a log on the stove
Where the chickadee's singing a comforting song
I'll show you it's you that I love
O let the wolves howl, they won't find us here
By a soft oil lamp we will lie
 
Now there comes a time to every man
When he must turn his back on the crowd
When the glare of the lights gets much too bright
And the music plays too loud
When a man must run from the deeds he has done
Recalling those days with a sigh.
 
 
You get brighter
By Mike Heron
 
Robin: Hapsichord
Mike: Guitar
 
You get brighter every day and every time I see you
Scattered brightness in your way and you taught me how to love you
 
I know you belong to everybody but you can't deny that I'm you
 
In the morning when I wake I moor my boat and greet you
Hold your brightness in my eye and I wonder what does sleep do
 
Krishna colours on the wall
You taught me how to love you
 
Oh wondrous light, light, lighter
You give all your brightness away and it only makes you brighter.
 
 
The Half-Remarkable question
By Robin Williamson
 
Robin: Guitar, percussion
Mike: Sitar
 
Who moved the black castle
Who moved the white queen
When Gimmel and Daleth where standing between?
Out of the evening growing a veil
 
Pining for the pine woods that ached for the sail
 
There's something forgotten I want you to know
The freckles of rain are telling me so
O it's the old forgotten question
What is that we are part of?
What is it that we are?
 
And an elephant madness has covered the sun
The judge and the juries they play for the fun
They've torn up the roses and washed all the soap
And the martyr who marries them dares not elope
O it's the never realised question
 
O long O long e're yet my eyes
Braved the gates enormous fire
And the body folded 'round me
And the person in me grew
 
The flower and its petal
The root and its grasp
The earth and its bigness
The breath and its gasp
The mind and its motion
The foot and its move
The life and its pattern
The heart and its love
O it's the half-remarkable question.
 
 
Air
 
By Mike Heron
 
Mike: Guitar, organ
Robin: Flute
 
Breathing, all creatures are
Brighter then than brightest star
You are by far
You come right inside of me
Close as you can be
You kiss my blood
And my blood kiss me.
 
 
Ducks on a pond
By Robin Williamson
 
Robin: Guitar, piano, kazoo, bass drum
Mike: Percussion, harmonica
 
Ducks on a pond, ducks on a pond
Very pretty swimming round
The lion and the unicorn journey very far
The answers are the question, sir
The lady soothes the lion's fur
Meek as a lamb he follows her
Wherever angels are
 
Sing me something
I asked the ice it would not say
But only cracked or moved away
I thought I knew me yesterday
Whoever sings this song
 
Greetings on you kings in the sky
Who'll buy me a mynah bird
Play me a magic word
Speak of hopes with thoughts absurd
Thoughts floating by
Little ducks, pretty birds
Clouds across the sky
 
Moving pieces on the plains of Troy
Carving faces on the rocks of joy
Pretty lady washing the tiles
Soapy pictures like crocodiles
 
Chilly winds blowing
Lovely spring coming soon
 
I wear my body like a caravan
Gipsy rover in a magic land
Misty mountains where the eagles fly
Lonely valleys where the lost ones cry
 
I had a little letter full of paper
 
Inky scratches everywhere
Always looking, looking for a paradise island
Help me find it everywhere
 
Peacocks talking of the colour grey
Awaking soundly in darkest dayBR> A howling tempest on a silent sea
Lovely Jesus nailed to a tree
 
Mad as the moon when Merlin falls
Silver castles and silver halls
Taking lessons from the piper's son
Learn to play while the world is young
 
Boys and girls come out to play
The moon doth shine as bright as day
Leave your sorrows and leave your sleep
And join your playfellows in the street
Come with a whoop or come with a call
Come with a goodwill or not at all
Up the ladder and down the wall
A ha'penny loaf will serve for all
 
Following my fortune now the Holy Grail is found
And the Holy Bread of Heaven it is given all around
Farewell sorrow, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world any more
 
Poor as the birds but to give their song away
Gathering possessions round to make a bright array
Dark was the night, praise God the open door
I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
 

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