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Harvest Home
21:37
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V1
Trails of midnight, Christmas tree lights,
Sold out on a dream when life was young.
I can hear those church bells ringing through those Suffolk fells
I can here them so loud now!
Where we walked together with high endeavour
Mystery skies where the crows dine in the flights of day
Where that old Shanda juggled the stars
Cross the plains onto sunset's throne
Chorus
Harvest home across the valley
Harvest home that last retreat
Don't lead me down another blind alley
Don't leave me stareing at my feet
Walking away from you!
V2
Trials and pleasures autumn’s treasures
The loom of light footprints in the snow
They led to nowhere, but I'd rather be there than anywhere else I know
The lies forgotten hearts broke like cotton
In the thread of an escapade Peter Pan charade
What took us there without a care?
Sometimes my memory can't take the weight to dream
Chorus
V3
Yard broom sweeping mother weeping
Through flooded kingdoms to her water meadows
In an old rocking chair she sat from hope to despair
She gave it all and took nothing back!
Who holds the pieces as the night increases?
Is there's a rock that doesn’t roll
Teach me to know to that power in this dark night hour
You can have what I've got left but I hope it's nothing
Chorus
V4
Everything fades into dark autumn shades
The back road glory trails wind round the gate on cemetery road
Do we rise neith the north star with the chorus of the Nightjar
Now they trade on our names against our headstone silence
Time and tide has hit me that old estuary mystery
The shifting sands move to the age of never
The shingle beads take me through the reeds and shake me
By that old boathouse moon at broken bridge
V5
A child's candlelight stair' the fairytale dream chair
Wide eyed in the innocence of play
Who dares take from them trust and soul friend
What creatures of darkness have crawled cross the threshold of time?
I who know only chaos safe in " Ho Thaos"
Wonder at the dead shapes of last years waste
That all pilgrims progress after the test
Is written in my heart and soul with a fire red pen !
Chorus
V6
The shadows now meet me in the rain at Brent Eligh
With the dirge tones of a tyrant funeral hymn
Rogues and rainbows “noting where the wind blows"
Where evenings ashes burn without a shadow of hope
I see an old man climb the hill all is silent and still
Fear and dread turn my heart to stone
The Stour valley moon plays the drums of doom
For her children who once dared to dream!
Chorus
V7
Wiston mill daffodils 88 windmill
Yellow barn burnt out down frogs hall lane
The prophet of mill green Edwardstone dreams
Captain courage and his entire crew
Thistledown dridting
Monks eligh mists lifting
Where the ancients set out a plan
I feel so damn dog tired now those Suffolk empires
Desert and leave me like a motherless child
Chorus
V8
September winds Lavenham strings
Play out for the high and mighty and the landlords will
Now the poor are doomed to concrete rooms
Only Rookwood lane looks the same but the meatheads come
Shadows move into twilight the end of all things is in sight
I’m going out with St Jame’s church bells in my ears
I’m the swansong bird written in my blood words
Goodbye, your forever in my thoughts till God takes my memory
Chorus
V9
Old village gas lamp young feet would tramp
To a factory that knows no compassion
Just pawns in the game of the Mill Masters shame
In the squalor of profits romance
Strange hells in June young sweet on the loom
English earth crying out for mercy
“Christianized” by evil under the Constable Steeple
The poor man in his hovel the rich man living off the fat of the land
Chorus
V10
Rains and Haywains Dylan’s “Sky Chains”
Youth young wisdom where truth was being free
Mid summers perfume the endless tunes
Fenland traces Star Meadow and Chapel Lowlands
Dreams of Winterland Slum Street one man band
Naked Sunstreet enigmas The power and the glory
The keys are inside me where some spirit derides me
And Pulls me to some ancient children’s skyway dare
Chorus
V11
The idiot’s smile illiteracies miles
Daytime Jokers, Night time Millionaires
Taught by deceivers grey cell believers
The pervert’s idol cruel Suffolk eyes
Eiderdown Weir now only fools come near
The stagnant water leaf mould dead day
All I am is Autumn Leaves
A drunken clown under Court Knoll trees
If there’s a way through the web of the thunder
Have mercy and tell me
Chorus
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Antoinette's Birthday
04:15
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Crying for Rosie
03:42
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Suffolk Winds
05:35
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The Suffolk winds are moving in my soul
They rise so high above that old court Knoll
The ancient chimes the broken rock and roll
Are on Suffolk winds
As I walked out in the Nayland Bear street sun in the loneliness of 1961
With all the souls that had no place to run from the Suffolk winds
And what is left to me is all unknown
Do the dead still ask in the night at Edwardstone?
I had no will to ask the way back home from the Suffolk winds
I saw the tombs of educations game
They left us doomed we couldn’t write our names
And they called us imbeciles left us socking in the rain
In the Suffolk winds..
As I look back on the insults that were hurled
I can’t believe what happened in that world
I curse the day that winding trail curled to the Suffolk winds
Mid 8: You came and danced with me away , away we run,
From the mocking voice where I had no choice to the gates of kingdom come…….
One hour from death I heard the Master’s voice He said “I let you run for my glory to rejoice, I’ll give you a tongue so your dead can have a voice on the Suffolk winds”
And I will use it glory to your name through the indifference till you
Bring it all to shame , and I’ll offer you the ashes from where no mercy came……. From the SUFFOLK WINDS…..
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Bluebells in London
04:02
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The Moondust Hymn
05:12
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Mr. Moondust, you took our lives/ and you made it better/we more than survived/you’re the one now who comes in at the end/ oh Mr. Moondust you were the true one and only friend.
R1
Now that Salvation Army band on that old bandstand plays for you Herbert Moonslot
Instrumental.
Goodnight Mr. Moonslot we wish you goodnight, now those memories seem so far out of sight
R1
Is God going to take it all to some other place, I see you by the seaman’s mission your manic-magic face Herbert Moonslot
Instrumental
Herbert Moonslot with your umbrella of love, did you go of your own free will or did someone give you a shove
R1
Now that salvation army band on that old band stand plays ‘nearer my God to thee’ Herbert Moonslot
Instrumental “Here’s to you Mr Moondust!”
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Doorstep Stranger
05:44
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Caught in winter feeling/and the dreamy autumn show
Clowns and gowns and skies reveling/ all the songs we didn’t know
R1
AS you walked out I said he’s leaving / but even myself you know I was hard to be believing
Chorus
Now I’m knocking at your door/ come out I’m a stranger like before
And you’ll only have to open up once more/
Can’t you hear me knocking at your door
All the keys are lining in me /visions on my fireside wall/
At close of day in late midsummer/ we let them evenings hold us all
R2
And in the night I knew I was a sinner / walking down that fools heaven’s road
Writing songs we fooled the winter/ just thinking autumn’s all we know’d
Chorus
One night cold and weary I stood by your by-road gate/ my eyes were damp my vision bleary / an autumn storm told me my fate
R3
Well I walked down that lonely highroad cursing dreams we all once knew
As a looked up by your window/ I saw a shadow I thought was you
Chorus
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Wendy's Gala
12:03
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Milborn House Colchester, UK
Chris Pitts writes in the tradition of English landscape poets. He uses the medium of ‘Symphonic folk’ to give a sense of
Pathos to his work.
Although a lot of his work is melancholy it is by no means all like that, the thumping fervour of Arnold Plum tells us that he can be tongue in cheek even when the lyric is serious.
Mark Surrudge
Castle Folk
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