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The Food of Love
04:38
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O, the twelfth day of December
The season of love, so I’m told
When I look all around it seems everyone’s found
Someone to warm them from the cold
But I’m left alone here outside in the snow
With no one to share in good cheer
But there’s one thing I know will keep my fire aglow
To warm me and keep me from fear
Oh Music! (Aah Music!)
Be the food of love
Sing me a song, keep my heart beating on
Once more send me soaring above
Oh Music! (Aah Music!)
Be the food of love
So play on! Play on! While the night is still young
For music, be the food of love
As the snow coats the ground all around me
The children all come out to play
Spreading joy unto all, yet in my heart still falls
The rain that rains every day
No feast on my table this winter
No presents lie under my tree
But I’m never alone with a song of my own
To breathe new life into me
Oh Music! (Aah Music!)
Be the food of love
Sing me a song, keep my heart beating on
Once more send me soaring above
Oh Music! (Aah Music!)
Be the food of love
So play on! Play on! While the night is still young
For music, be the food of love
Gonna turn my amps up to eleven,
Gonna set the mic on fire!
Bring that music straight from heaven,
Reignite my true desire!
Exorcise the darkness from my soul
Thaw the winter in my heart
And with the power of rock n roll
Gonna give me a new start!
Oh Music
Be the food of love
Sing me a song, keep my heart beating on
Once more send me soaring above…
Oh Music! (Aah Music!)
Be the food of love
Sing me a song, keep my heart beating on
Once more send me soaring above
Oh Music! (Aah Music!)
Be the food of love
So play on! Play on! While the night is still young
For music, be the food of love
Be the food of love,
Be the food of love!
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O Mistress Mine
02:11
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O Mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear! Your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man`s son doth know
O Mistress, O Mistress, O Mistress Mine!
What is love? 'Tis not hereafter.
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure.
In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty.
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
O Mistress, O Mistress, O Mistress Mine!
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Come Away Death
03:07
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Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Fly away, fly away breath,
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
O, did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown.
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown.
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
O, to weep there!
To weep there…
(Come away, come away, death)
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
O, to weep there!
To weep there.
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4. |
Hey Robin
01:59
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Hey Robin, Jolly Robin
Tell me how thy lady does
Hey Robin, Jolly Robin
And thou shalt know of mine
My lady is unkind
Alas why is she so?
She loves another better than me
And yet she will say no
I find no such doubtlessness
I find women true
My lady loves me doubtless
And will change for no new
Hey Robin, Jolly Robin
Tell me how thy lady does
Hey Robin, Jolly Robin
And thou shalt know of mine
Thou art happy while that doth last
But I say as I find
That women’s love is but a blast
And turneth with the wind
But if thou wilt avoid thy harm,
Learn this lesson of me:
At others' fires thyself to warm,
And let them warm with thee.
Hey Robin, Jolly Robin
Tell me how thy lady does
Hey Robin, Jolly Robin
And thou shalt know of mine
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I Am Gone Sir
01:44
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I am gone, sir.
And anon, sir,
I'll be with you again,
In a trice,
Like to the old Vice,
Your need to sustain.
Who with dagger of lath,
In his rage and his wrath,
Cries "Ah ha" to the devil.
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad.
Adieu, good man devil.
Good man devil
I am gone, sir.
And anon, sir,
I am gone, gone, gone
I am gone, sir.
And anon, sir,
I am gone, gone, gone
So cry "Ah ha" to the devil,
"Ah ha" to the devil,
"Ah ha" to the devil,
Like a mad lad,
Pare thy nails, dad.
Adieu, good man devil.
Good man devil
I am gone!
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The Wind and the Rain
02:51
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O when that I was and a little tiny boy,
With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
And when I came to man's estate,
With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
'Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate,
For the rain it rains, it raineth every day.
And when I came, alas, to wive,
With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
By swaggering could I never thrive,
For the rain, it raineth every day.
And when I came unto my beds,
With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
With tosspots still had drunken heads,
For the rain it rains, it raineth every day.
Hey, ho, the wind and the rain
The rain, it raineth every day
A great while ago the world begun,
With a hey, ho, the wind and the rain.
But that's all one, our play is done,
And we will strive to please you every day.
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Owen Evans England, UK
Composer/musician/producer from Cumbria specialising in orchestral, celtic/folk/world, rock/metal, and everything in
between.
Living in the Lake District, the landscape and nature are a constant inspiration. My focus is usually on strong melodies, power, atmosphere, evocation and emotion.
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