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Make Hay
02:51
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Make hay while the sun shines, darling
The end times come with little warning
And Armageddon won't wait for you
If you've not done all you wanted to do
So take it as a silver lining
That life don't have to be so boring
When the devil comes for the final fight
No one'll care if you left on the light
Or paid your debts or thanked your aunt
Or watered all your spider plants
Or made the most of that arts degree
Or went out and got yourself an STD
So dress up in your finest colours
And those skirts and shirts that scare your mother
Cause she don't know what I know dear
That no one up there cares about down here
They won't wait for your little plans
For you to catch the girl or find that man
Or dot your Is and cross your Ts
So get on and do whatever you please
Make hay, make hay, make hay, make hay
Make hay for tomorrow it's raining
And soggy sails make for sorry sailing
And sinning's just not what it used to be
Before we invented colour TV
Now everyone's got a porn addiction
Or some other modern grey affliction
And hell's full up of the bored and lonely
And the young are stressed are mad and moany
Make hay while the sun shines, darling
Forget about war and global warming
Neither of them care about you
And you can't stop 'em coming, whatever you do
So make hay, make hay, make hay, hay
Make hay, make hay, make hay
It's all you can make at the end of the day
So make hay
(make hay, make hay)
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2. |
Down by the River
04:30
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There’s a maiden down by the river singing and washing her clothes
She looks the slightest bit like you and she smiles like she knows things nobody else knows
There’s a maiden down by the river as the performing summer dances on by
Born to the wilds of the green-hilled rolling country
Born to breathe the sky
Sometimes I wander down to the water under the willow
And listen to her mind
There’s a maiden down by the river, she dries her hair and naked feet
She talks of places I’ll never go and she knows people I’ll never meet
The whole of the heavens is laid out, shining – so gentle – above
The whole of the heavens and I call out for you to come back my love
There’s a maiden down by the river, the sweetest distant peace upon her face
And she dances like the water and she sings like she has seen grace
There’s a maiden down by the river playing nature like a child
She’s older and younger than I’ll ever be
And she hums with the wild and the trees and the stars there
Sometimes I wander down to the water down to the willow
And stare at the sky
And if life’s a game then roll again and roll until you’re lying at my side
She reminds me of you, something in your countenance I recognise
Born to the wilds of this green-rolled country
Born to return, born to die
There’s a maiden down by the river singing and washing her clothes
And I go down to the willow and listen to the sum of all she knows
The whole of the heavens is laid out shining – so gentle – above
The whole of the heavens, and I tell you all we learn, my love
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3. |
Temperate Pretender
04:02
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I'm gonna get some lunch and sit out on the front steps
Where the sun beats down upon my bowed head
Look at all the leaves here growing
Look at all the weed’s seeds blowing
East to plant themselves in morning
Flee before the mower’s roaring
I’m gonna wish I was abroad clasping a beer’s condensation
I don’t much care for the taste but I’m craving the sensation
Look at how the sky’s revolving
Look at the clouds failing, dissolving
Into blue so bright I swear I can taste it
So I tilt my head and rub my face in
To summer
And all its mirrored days
I loose remembering
I move in a haze
Joy to the traveller and lions for my dandy
Come: all I ever loved, dance beneath the may tree
And press our fingertips to the heating street
Where it bubbles up like treacle and scorches our naked feet
The days will lengthen out until the chorused dawn’s so early
That I cannot bear its light until the morning sweetness tells me:
“It’s gonna be long and lazy”
I’m gonna sneeze from the breeze blowing off the hay wain
I don’t remember the depths of December
I sun like a lizard, I’m a temperate pretender
I’m eating Avalon’s apples in the deer parks of Henry
Every summer day e’er lived circles around me
For time is a cycle and myth is memory
And the birds are church choirs and the churches full of fairies
(Myth is memory so don't you forget me)
And I have no room, warmed now, for caring
But a heart ripe full served up for sharing
And I’m ever glad of living and not so scared to die
And I’m sitting on the front steps, looking at the sky
In summer
With all its funny ways
I loose myself of remembering
The ordering of days
Joy to all travellers and the lions and the dandies
Come! all I ever loved and dance beneath the June trees
I’ll be sitting on the steps, looking up at the revolving
And recalling all that was, and recalling nothing more than
Us pressing fingertips into the melting street
As it bubbles into treacle and scorches our naked feet
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4. |
One Lost Bird
05:39
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All these days are as interchangeable
As summer flowers which bloom again in future years
This is best known in early May or late October
When the changing of the day soothes my fears
I see in time that all is cyclical
And so I see the value of the mythical
We turn in endless spirals, yearning
For hours gone by, forgetting we are turning
And will return, in time, to that bright autumn morning
And the moss-clad lane, and the promises we swore then
One lost bird does not undo a summer
One dull hour will not forsake a lover
Well loved
If it takes me twenty years of loving you
To love you in all the ways I think it should be done
It is not time lost but a chance to see these many days
Gifted by the turning of the sun
I find peace that all time is cyclical
Eased, I delight in the mythical
For we weave stories to fill these little holes
And we dig holes when our minds get too full
We turn in endless spirals, yearning
For hours gone by, forgetting we are turning
And will return, in time, to that bright autumn morning
And the moss-clad lane, and the promises we swore then
One lost bird does not undo a summer
One dull hour will not forsake a lover
One lost bird does not undo a summer
One dull hour will not forsake a lover
One lost bird does not undo a summer
One dull hour will not forsake a lover
Well loved
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Bethan Le Mas England, UK
I am a British singer-songwriter, playing piano, guitar, cello,Celtic harp, ukulele, and whatever else I can get my hands on. Livestreaming on twitch.tv/cornyears
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