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Young Martha's Well
02:26
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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
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Crafty Father John
02:01
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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!
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Mother Willow Tree
03:18
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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.
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4. |
White As Snow
02:39
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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
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5. |
Forlorn Land
03:22
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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
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Away With You Lassie
02:53
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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
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7. |
The Old Maiden
03:01
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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
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8. |
The Storm Has Now Begun
01:25
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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
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9. |
My Old Man
01:58
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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
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10. |
It Can't Be So
03:06
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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.
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The Ghost On The Moors
03:56
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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
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12. |
Stop Your Crying Son
02:17
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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?
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13. |
Waste Wanting
03:04
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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
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14. |
Heavens Waits
02:53
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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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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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