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When I rouse my sleepy head what do I do
In the morning, morning, such a brave morning
In the maze and the muddle, so much that’s new
In the morning, morning
How did the sun rise, where did the moon fly
All around the heavens all so defined
Comes a circle, circle, such a great circle of time
(In the heavens all so defined)
When I rise my body, where do I go
In the morning, morning, still a bright morning
In the slosh and the swishing of the ebb and flow
In the morning, morning
Swirl in the wind, backwash in the tide and
All around this tender earth so defined
Comes a circle, circle, such a great circle of time
(In the heavens all so defined)
Just like a button, like a wheel
Like a ball of cotton, like a seal's nose
How does it kind of make you feel
To go where the tumble of the seeds blow
When I rest my sleepy head, what do I dream
In the evening, evening, such a dark evening
All my weary worn worries all now unseen
In the soft down evening
Wheel of the stars wend where time won't end
All around the power of peace of mind
Comes a circle, circle, such a great circle of time
(In the heavens all so defined)
Just like a button, like a wheel . . .
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And who would have thought in a moment's time
That I'd be yours and you'd be mine
And when I say this, we’d be knowing of course
That I'm still mine and you're still yours x2
We strolled along one afternoon
In the month of March, a spring too soon
Is there anything you've left to say, unsaid
Here among the living and the dead x2
As a matter of fact, I do declare
That I didn't know when or how or where
So, let's sit down by cedar tree so wide
Will you consent to be my bride x2
Well she didn't say aye and she didn't say nay
She didn't jump up and run away
He was brave and true, a gentle man of mettle
She just needed time for the thought to settle x2
By the end of the month she fairly knew
They might have been April fools, it's true
No rational thought could feel this warm and
this blessed
And where would it lead if she just said yes x2
So they flew to the New Hampshire coast
More tolerant there than states most
If they'd both been women or both been men,
not they
But, they could have been married there anyway x2
With sun to south and fog to north
Two roses, they, with thorns of courth
With cedar sprig and Solomon's Seal wrapped in
Snug in a line with two bowlines x2
And who would have thought in a moment's time
That I'd be yours and you'd be mine . . .
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4. |
Hawks and Geese
06:48
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Trying Times
03:42
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Trying times came to my door
Go be brave ones, let them in
All the sorrows we have born
Will rise and ride on the morning wind
I’ll fill my pockets with grains of gold
I don’t mind the rain and cold
Once the fields were autumn wild
And the child had only time
She was given the power of all the gods
They said, all the world was mine to find
I’d fill my pockets with grains of gold
I didn’t mind the rain and cold
I sometimes wish that I could make
The world in orbit cease, I think,
“All these noble powers of thought and reason
And it all comes down to this?”
I’ll fill my pockets with grains of gold
I don’t mind the rain and cold
I take the view from sun and stars
But the hopeless seems to blind
Someday I’ll learn to take with grace
The sweet, the bitter, the light and line
I’ll fill my pockets with grains of gold
I won’t mind the rain and cold
When the winter’s deep in ice
And the ice has numbed the pain
And all the glaciers down the coast
They’ll scour the mountains, we’ll try again
I’ll fill my pockets with grains of gold
I don’t mind the cold
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Shade's Arrival
03:18
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Come lads and lassies o’er the world, come hither fro and to
For of this tale of wild adventure, I will tell to you
Now lies in rest a part of me, you might say, “so it goes”
The day I lost my glasses off the shores of Lake Monroe
Oh when I was a woman grown, years 50 with an “and”
I left my fair New England shores for the hills of Indian’
I knew not then what I know now of inland waters bold
Some glacial, man-made, stream-fed, and their stories must be told
How vast that stretch of water, why it makes you say, “Oh my!”
With autumn leaves all rust and gold from summer hot and dry
Me love and I, oh we set sail in our red-bottomed craft
Nigh four feet wide from side to side, near eight feet fore and aft
Of fiberglass all through and through, a sail of plastic clear
With duct tape reinforcement and a tiller for to steer
Her boom and sprit both fashioned from a single 2’’ x 4’’
Hand-hewn by Arthur Blodgett in the church parking lot next door
Now, Lake Monroe, as well you know, was not quite always so
The Miami and the Delaware all roamed here long ago
‘Til the treaty of Fort Wayne, September, eighteen hundred nine
Helped lead to Tecumsah’s war and the Native uprising time
There was oak and walnut, cherry, maple, berries, roots to eat
Where the East Fork of the White River fed branches of Salt Creek
They built the dam in 1960 through to ‘65
For flood control and drinking water, drowned these woods alive
They appraised the land in deep of winter, paid the farmers low
Chopped trees, burned houses, near 4000 people had to go
The corporations bought up land, as did the University
And as the waters rose they had their shorefront property
The wind was shifty, light and spare, on that fateful afternoon
We bantered, oh, without a care, as we ducked beneath the boom
Just out and back straight from the beach, ‘bout an hour, maybe less
When I decided, close to shore, that I’d like to swim the rest
Overboard I leapt, but careful not, oh careful not I was
Our gallant craft lay on its side, as did my shining dove
“Oh, save my watch!” I cried, as he raised up one dripping hand
We had to tow that wreck ashore, wade through the muck to land
I bailed and bailed as my love he bravely unstepped the mast
We breathed a sigh of great relief as on the beach we stood at last
When suddenly a cry I uttered, and I’m sure you know the rest
My glasses they had left my life, as young birds leave the nest
So, now in slumber do they lie, with visions of times gone
When waves of corn, alfalfa, oats all glistened in the sun
And many’s the farm and grazing field now mud and stump below
The lives and stories sunk beneath the serpent-shaped Monroe
They weren’t my only glasses, oh I had an ancient pair
So let me tell you, all who hear, you must always have a spare
When either you set sail or come and get your oars and row
And well mind the deep and the tales that sleep off the shores of Lake Monroe
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Welcome Day
04:00
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If you should come through the woods
Oh, welcome day
If you should cross the mountains, tossed and torn
Thorn, brush and broken limb, fires raging
And trust to find a true and tender home
If you should come through the woods
Oh, welcome day
Born so bright and new, one tiny dove
Light beams through deep unknown, fires raging
We dream the day you’ll find this home, our love
If you should come through the woods
Oh, welcome day
If you should find a sweeter path to walk
Through silence, words of harm, fires raging
You found the strength to open arms again
If you should come through the woods
Oh, welcome day
Past what you believed to be so true
Towers built and swords defend, fires raging
What if our ragged hearts could mend to love
If you should come through the woods
Oh, welcome day
If you should cross the mountain pass
If you should find a sweeter path
If you should come through the woods
Oh, welcome day
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The Starry Cliffs
06:04
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Grey Larsen Bloomington, Indiana
Cindy and Grey are each well-known and loved for their decades of music making, as solo performers as well as in collaborations with other musicians. As composers each contributes to the unique tapestry of contemporary folk and world music as it flourishes in the US today. Together, they weave songs and tunes of vibrant color and rich texture. ... more
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