acts of manIf all that grows starts to fade, starts to falter
Oh, let me inside, let me inside, not to wait
Let all that run through the fields through the quiet,
Go on with their, own with their own hidden ways
When all newness of gold travels far from
Where it had once been,
Born like the earth over years
Anabel
Bring with you, a photograph machine
One for Anabel and one for me
We're having troubles remembering things
So one for Anabel and one for me
We walked down to see the crowd
That gathered there on times square
Balloon MakerHe was a great balloon maker
The balloons were never known for speed
There's no way that you'll get sweet
You asked me to waste some time
Come out to see the sun, you're all we've got
But I said, "I think there's more of them like us"
And he said, "You might be right we'll find them in time
BranchesI saw she was living under some branches
i saw she was happy in her circumstances
i also live under branches
i'd rather not live in these places
in these places
we won't get married
'cause she won't have me
Children of the GroundsThere were too many years
Under spells awry
As the fortune appears
It begins to die
So I've come here to wait
For the end of it all
Till I'm gone from here
I'm gone from here
Core of natureI will wear the sun,
Ancient light through these woods,
Woods that I walk through alone
I will take my rest
With all creatures who dwell,
Under the smallest of green
I'll remain no more than is required of me
Until the spirit is gone
In This CampIn this camp there's one who delights me
Brings me afternoon tea then she leaves me
When they're climbing over the sea
She helps to keep our strength complete
But I'd rather stay
'Cause the north is too far away
I wanted to marry Babette
Kingfish PiesParticle separation room
Is made without windows
They say it's because someone might break in
And take whatever they chose
And making kingfish
Pies takes much longer now
Without any windows
ProviderWhen the first among the ground were laid
I wouldn’t fall under the man’s curse
Onward forth into a land unknown
Swords were drawn upon the road
Provider, carry on
Far from the golden age
Follow me down a fox hole in the ground
roscoeStonecutters made them from stones
Chosen specially for you and I
Who will live inside
The mountaineers gathered tender
Piled high
In which to take along.
Driving many miles, knowing they'd get here.
Rulers, Ruling All ThingsI have been cruel and kind without knowing
I fell in the silence overwhelmed by these days
For I have been shown dear rulers, ruling all things
Thinking the world was mine to lay hold on
I breathe in the promise of maiden and man
But each have their own illusions to hold onto
I only want to be left to my own ways
Small MountainThe rise and the fall upon small mountain
Was fair not for all in need
And i with my life has gone
Away from this land of gold
Formed from the seed aligned for all that fortune brings
And all that certain men lay upon it when anger is seen
And it reigns like the others
Some of Them Were SuperstitiousSome of them were superstitious
Sitting with their backs facing the orchard
All of them with mittens on their hands and feet
Were waiting there for winter
Thousands on the freeze
Well, I could never join them there
And we dare not bother
The Courage Of OthersI will never have the courage of others
I will not approach you at all
I was always taught to worry about things
All the many things you can't control
How can they have the courage
Of lords that have long since past
Its in their hands, its in their heads
They Cannot Let It ExpandThey cannot let it expand
They cannot let it expand
They cannot let it expand
They cannot let it
They cannot let it expand
They cannot let it expand
They cannot let it expand
Van OccupantherI must be careful now in my steps
Years of calculations and the stress
My science is waiting, nearly complete
One glass will last for nearly a week
Let me not get down from walking with no-one
and if I stumble from exhaustion
These buckets are heavy, I fill them with water
We Gathered In SpringI'm tired of being here
On this hill
No one lives to be three hundred years
Like the way it used to be
I think they were giants
I think they were giants
You Never ArrivedI untied all the rope lines
I gathered our things
And placed them beside me
You never arrived
And I got worried
You never arrived
And I was troubled
But you were bound to leave
Young BrideMy young bride,
Why are your shoulders like that
Of a tired old woman?
Like a tired old woman?
My young bride,
Why are your fingers like that
Of the hedge in winter?