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Fools and Kings
05:12
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There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return
The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return
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Peggy
03:04
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Oh where you been young Peggy, and Peggy where've you been?
In the garden, among the gilly flowers
You've not been there you're lyin, Peggy, you've not been there you're lyin', your father saw you in Jaime's arms
My father saw me in Jaime's arms, he'll see me there again
For I will lie in Jaime's arms when his grave is growin' green
Your Jaime is a rogue, Peggy, your Jaime is a rogue
For trysting thou our daughter and her so very young
Lay not the blame on Jaime, mother, the blame all lies on me
For I have slept in Jaime's arms when your eyes could not see
She is to her bower gone, he's waiting there for her
She says I'm blithe to see you Jaime, we cannot meet no more
She takes the wine glass in her hand, and pours the clean wine out
She says I'm blithe to see you Jaime, we cannot meet no more
She takes him in her arms and gives him kisses five,
Says I'm blithe to see you Jaime, I wish you a fine life.
Your father has a bonny clock, divides the night and day
and at the middle strike of night in the woods you can find me
When bells have rung, and mass is sung, and men are bound for bed
It's up she kilts her green dress and rises from her bed
When bells have rung and mass is sung about the hour of two
It's up jumps her father with 'Peggy is away!'
Go saddle me the black, the black, go saddle me the gray!
But before they come to the top of the hill, Peggy is away
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The Cloud
07:19
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I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams, the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid in their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their Mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
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Rockin' the Mother
03:57
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We know that She's cryin' for us, we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
and we know that She's dyin' for us, we're rockin' to the sound of Her love.
Rockin', rockin', woah we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
Rockin', rockin', woah we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
We know that a new day is comin', we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
and we vow that someday we're gonna clean up this mess we've made, we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
Rockin', rockin', woah we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
Rockin', rockin', woah we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
And our feet pound the earth, and the flames rise higher (x4)
We're rockin' to the sound of Her love
mmmmm ooh yeah we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
We know that She's cryin' for us, we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
and we know that She's dyin' for us, we're rockin' to the sound of Her love.
Rockin', rockin', woah we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
Rockin', rockin', woah we're rockin' to the sound of Her love
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Stanzas for Music
03:31
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There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean's pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
As an infant's asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer's ocean.
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Kerri Joy Brittany, France
Fiddle player and vocalist Kerri Joy splashes out with a nuanced and boldly lyrical sound; hers is a journey through a myriad of musical expressions; born out of years of collection, growth, introspection, and adventures.
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