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Bare Foot Folk

by Ange Hardy

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1.
True love it is patient, true love it is kind True love it will wait by the well of the town and cry I sat down by the well in town where the land meets with the sky where when all had gone by the setting sun young martha would come to cry shed wait in land for her husbands hand shed waited seven years when he'd not home she'd cry alone and the well would fill with tears Never a day had the fine young maid the well not waited by the towns men folk had nought but hope one day they'd catch her eye Hear me son, no man had won for loyal she would be as she would weep, and her tears would keep the well filled up for thee True love it is patient, true love it is kind True love it will wait by the well of the town and cry Twas rumoured wide that girl had cried the tears of a thousand young when her heart it broke and made her choke no more by the well shed come I sat down by the well in town my story there to tell in Marthas words carved round the girth of the stone on the drinking well My husband john, I have waited long and still I wait above now when it rains tell our son James I wait for the ones I love so you'll come by where the well runs dry and mother waits no more I'll tell you son why the waters gone and the clouds above you pour True love it is patient, true love it is kind True love it will wait by the well of the town and cry
2.
One early Sunday morning in the church confession box There was a crafty Father who could out sly the fox He said confess your sins my child together we will pray And in this booth tell only truth for God hears what you say Oh Father John, although I try, I do have impure thoughts I thought a lady ugly for upon her face were warts I'm digging deep here Father John for all the wrongs I've made I bought some coffee yesterday but didn't buy fair trade No I didn't buy fair trade! One early Sunday morning in the church confession box There was a crafty Father who could out sly the fox He said confess your sins my child together we will pray And in this booth tell only truth for God hears what you say Oh Father John I must repent for this was truly wrong One day when late for church I almost sped, oh Father John Will you forgive my wicked ways though there are only few I know I must repent and be as pure at heart as you Oh as pure at heart as you Oh young'en how you sadden me The truths you did not tell You know the Devil sees it all and saves your place in hell Be on your way said Father John I've nothing left to say For I was on to your Facebook page before you came to pray One early Sunday morning in the church confession box There was a crafty Father who could out sly the fox He said confess your sins my child together we will pray For in this booth tell only truth God sees your Facebook page!
3.
Why'd you try to take a gun to me mister hunter? Why'd you try to take a gun to me? Two men take their guns to tread the land For the battle of their egos will That each will try to aim for the eye And in a single shot will kill. The hands in the tavern wave a soldiers bye As the men stumble up into the hills The warmth in their chests from the whiskey at best To the woods they go to kill Tell me why, mister hunter, why? Why'd you try to take a gun to me mister hunter? Why'd you try to take a gun to me? You will take a bow at mother's chest For her bosom is the willow tree She weeps in the wood for the hunters good And waits for fools like thee So chase me hunters if your egos will You'll run to take aim at me I'll run, I'll run, I'll run To my mother willow tree Tell me why, mister hunter, why? Why'd you try to take a gun to me mister hunter? Why'd you try to take a gun to me? Two men settle down to take their aim At the bosom of the willow tree Their sights to the eye those two will try To take their shot at me There at her bosom where the hunters bow My mother she will smile with glee As her poisoned roots fill up their boots Her smell she casts on thee Tell me why, mister hunter, why? Why'd you try to take a gun to me mister hunter? Why'd you try to take a gun to me? You now hunters you must run now fools For the spell of the willow tree Has turned your blood from the thickest mud To the blood of a hare like me So run for the hunters they will tread this land For the battle of their egos will That each will try to aim for your eye And in a single shot will kill Tell me why, mister hunter, why? Why'd you try to take a gun to me mister hunter? Why'd you try to take a gun to me? For you tried to take a gun to me mister hunter Now a hare forever you shall be.
4.
Why did the young girl run into the snow and run beyond the dark of night into the heart of cold Stood by the waters she took away her gown she held it out beyond her side and gently laid it down The whitest of faces as white as the ground looks up toward heaven while heaven looks down Coldness crept over into her very bones she blew into the darkness onto fingers turned to stone Gently so gently her hand she had unbound she took the letter from her palm and slowly laid it down The whitest of faces as white as the ground looks up toward heaven while heaven looks down Where by the waters that letter came to land a single petal red as blood lay lonely on the ground While muted birds watched her the air it held no sound She caught her cold it took her life and dead it laid her down The whitest of faces as white as the ground looks up toward heaven while heaven looks down
5.
Forlorn Land 03:22
Calm down, calm down Peace be upon your land Hold on, hold on Eyes to the hour hand Too many names of battles slain Have gone from fields of wood Too many leave on foot and feet To die of deed no good So hold your gun young laddie dear you've no right here to be But you must fight for the death of night will soon upon you be Calm down, calm down Peace be upon your land Hold on, hold on Eyes to the hour hand When war is gone and the land forlorn will tired and desperate be and in your hand remains the ashes that can set you free Just hold your gun young laddie dear you've no right here to be But you must fight for the death of night will soon upon you be Calm down, calm down Peace be upon your land Hold on, hold on Eyes to the hour hand Calm down, calm down Peace be upon your land Hold on, hold on Eyes to the hour hand Eyes to the hour hand
6.
Young Nancie had high hopes oh she'd many a dream she wanted to travel oh for little had she seen she'd money a plenty and youth she'd enough but she would not leave here without her true love away with you lassie oh away will you go away with you lassie oh for he'll not come home She waits by the harbour of Babbacombe ol' bay and she waits for the ol' boat to take her away she waits for her young man to carry her on and play for her gently oh the sweetest of songs away with you lassie oh away will you go away with you lassie oh for he'll not come home she waits on his father to bring home his son to lend her the hand that she 'd been waiting on she waits for him one day to take her to sea but many a year it has come and has been away with you lassie oh away will you go away with you lassie oh for he'll not come home away with you lassie oh away will you go away with you lassie oh for he'll not come home
7.
The air has frozen time, in laces of white and by the old mans boat, a sheet of crystal ice I had no patience dear, I could not wait now in the sea so blue is, another angels face The mountains have no grace, the rocks and caves are battered, beaten, bruised, while the ocean plays I had no patience dear, I could not wait now in the sea so blue is, another angels face I'd no time left for waiting, when the world is passing by there's no place for the old maiden, on the winters tide I had no patience dear, I could not wait now in the sea so blue is, another angels face
8.
All your laughter all your songs all your cheek n tongue All the banter move it on The storm has now begun All your shanties old n young, All the games begun All you fathers tell your sons The storm has now begun Grab the barrels Drums of rum grab the bell and tow Grab the ropes and hold em son And over the boat they go Over and over and over and up, heave it and leave it alone Over and over and over and up and over the boat they go Over and over and over and up, heave it and leave it alone Over and over and over and up and over the boat they go
9.
My Old Man 01:58
My old man had a weight in his chest He'd not be calm Content and rest He took his money and his Sunday best And left for the other side You won't find greener on the other side You won't find greener on the other side Oh for the sake of the heavens I cried You won't find greener on the other side My old man had an itch in his boots He'd not stand still he'd not lay roots He looked to the door for a good excuse To move to the other side You won't find greener on the other side You won't find greener on the other side Oh for the sake of the heavens I cried You won't find greener on the other side My old man had the kind of face artists love and women hate it took all the lines of a twisted fate to move to the other side You won't find greener on the other side You won't find greener on the other side Oh for the sake of the heavens I cried You won't find greener on the other side My old man had a bakki pipe he kept it lit in his lips held tight he never ran out but tonight he might to move to the other side You won't find greener on the other side You won't find greener on the other side Oh for the sake of the heavens I cried You won't find greener on the other side My old man walked down the track I yelled for the sake of the heavens look back he wouldn't turn he got knocked down flat he'd gone to the other side You won't find greener on the other side You won't find greener on the other side Oh for the sake of the heavens I cried You won't find greener on the other side
10.
Out in the valley where his young love lay His hand to his chest this plea he made He held out his hand to the sweet young maid Hold my heart and we 'll sail away. Out in the meadow where the flowers grow His eyes to the heavens he bore his sole To the maid who for years he had longed to know Hold my heart and away we'll go. No I know, It can't be so, for I gave my heart a long ago No I know, It can't be so, I've no home for your heart so I must let go. out in the fields all turned with hay shed walk by the wagon though all of may Do no work for your father my fair young maid hold my heart and we'll ride away Down in the Glen where the lambs were raised shed kneel by the side of her mothers grave her heart in the land still this he'd pray hold my heart and we'll make away No I know, It can't be so, for I gave my heart a long ago No I know, It can't be so, I've no home for your heart so I must let go. Out on the hills where the goats did graze His love in the spring spent all her days His heart in her hand this song he played Hold my heart and it's here we'll stay. No I know, It can't be so, for I gave my heart a long ago No I know, It can't be so, I've no home for your heart so I must let go.
11.
Many a time she had been here before with autumn beneath her layen out on the floor bold and bare footed she had many a sore she'll still be there in the morning Broken beneath her the wood from the trees the paper thin corpses of springs finest leaves she treads there frequently but never is seen and she'll still be there in the morning She walks with her hands both held out to her side fingertips brushing the ferns passing by she walks with her head turned toward the moons light and she'll still be there in the morning Gently oh gently she moves on her way still to be there in the morning The footsteps behind her fall silently lain the leaves underneath her all rot and decay The clothes that she wares are all fading and grey but she'll still be there in the morning Her song has become as the breath from her lungs her delicate whispers the gentlest of songs her melody is carried by the wind to the sun but she'll still be there in the morning Gently oh gently she moves on her way she'll still be there in the morning One day she'll fall silent she'll go there no more and leave just an echo from land to the shore and we'll tell the tale the ghost on the moors but she'll not be there in the morning Gently oh gently she moves on her way she'll not be there in the morning
12.
If I were to sing a song An old folk song from years past gone Would you stop your crying son Would you stop your crying son? Would you stop your crying son If I sang an old folk song And took the time to strum along Would you stop your crying son? And if I were to walk a while a while Along the shores another mile Would you stop your crying child Would you stop your crying child? Would you stop your crying son If I sang an old folk song And took the time to strum along Would you stop your crying son? If I were to talk with you Of all the things we're yet to do Would you stop your crying Luke Would you stop your crying Luke? Would you stop your crying son If I sang an old folk song And took the time to strum along Would you stop your crying son? If I were to sing a song An old folk song from years past gone Would you stop your crying son Would you stop your crying son? Would you stop your crying son If I sang an old folk song And took the time to strum along Would you stop your crying son?
13.
Oh I I could have all my time o'er again If I were a young'en, if I were ten I'd spend all my days climbing trees on the farm Id Not waste my time wanting some young mans arm Oh if I were young again If I'd more time I wouldn't waste wanting for things that aren't mine Oh If I could have my life o'er one more time Oh if I were young again, If I were nine I'd spend all my days with the loved ones I had not wasting time wanting for my absent dad Oh if I were young again If I'd more time I wouldn't waste wanting for things that aren't mine If I could have my time o'er I'd not wait oh if I could relive the year that I was eight I'd spend all my time in the hands of my friends Not trying to hide from the hands of old men Oh if I were young again If I'd more time I wouldn't waste wanting for things that aren't mine Oh if I could have my time o'er again I'd lean on my loved ones and cherish my friends I'd see that my footsteps had company grand And know my true father was holding my hand Oh if I were young again If I'd more time I wouldn't waste wanting for things that aren't mine Oh if I were young again If I'd more time I wouldn't waste wanting for things that aren't mine
14.
Just go home love for heaven's sake This call of peace dear it will not wait And in this life, love, no time will waste Until the day we meet again at heaven's gate. I will keep warm love, 'twill not be long That from your arms dear I will be gone And in my heart love our song it plays And when the angels call me home we'll dance again. For all I know is heaven waits Listen for our song beyond the gates You must know love that heaven waits When the angels call me home we'll dance again. So Just go home love for heaven's sake This call of peace dear it will not wait And in this life, love, no time will waste Until the day we meet again at heaven's gate. For all I know is heaven waits Listen for our song beyond the gates You must know love that heaven waits When the angels call me home we'll dance again.

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released May 25, 2013

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Ange Hardy England, UK

Nominated for the Horizon Award for best emerging talent at the 2015 BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards, Ange Hardy is a folk singer, songwriter and recording artist from West Somerset, England. Ange performs original contemporary songs written in a traditional style with an emphasis on vocal harmony. ... more

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