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i took a dive
03:30
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i took a dive and I am swimming in it
in a sea of love I am drowning
I sank to the bottom and
fell from the skies again
and I climbed to the top of the mountain
stepped to the edge
now I’m flying
all to land in your fountain
see dear the crickets in the brushed grass
the alabaster fields at mass
dusk and dawn in dew
when it comes
feels like I am young again
Autumn is a woolled friend
who fears never death
I am not as strong as he lord
I am not as free
but I shall keep good company
if it, my wish, to be
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blackdog
05:49
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she took off in the meadow
round here they called her a black dog
he stood to watch her go
in a field of grey
all wet with snow
he drank and he played his banjo
he warbled in the spring
I warble in the snow
over the mountain
wherever she goes
over the mountain
cold coyote calls
where is she now
If I could ramble like a mourning hound
I'd wear my hair down
she took off in the meadow
round here they called her a black dog
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timber
02:42
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It’s cold in December and the leaves have fallen
There’s ice on the river
I hear my baby calling
He’s calling out Timber
Timber is the colour of my love
I know I got lost on my way
but there’s nothing I could do to change it
I don’t know if I quite believe it
but I think the path is written babe
I wrote this song a long ago
before I knew you
I sing it now, and there’s no doubt
I know
I wrote it for you
If the song remains the same
it is we who like the seasons change
If there is one God I believe in
it is the one to change the seasons
We wake to see the dusk and the dawn
We’re living in the Spring, and in the Autumn
It’s cold in December and the leaves have fallen
There’s ice on the river
I hear my baby calling
He’s calling out Timber
Timber is the colour of my love
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red maple
01:55
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when i woke the maple was red
I been sleeping all summer
oh little bud, little turtle dove
when I wake you gone away
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said a little raven
04:19
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I saw the gold in the flower grow
down in the Southern meadow
Down where the Merry go
Couldn’t see the water, couldn’t see the stream
Couldn’t see the wild billowing wind
Oh my my, what a way to go
take a little trip in the knee deep snow
Down where the Merry go
Saw a little robin on his own
said ‘oh little girl won’t you run on home’
Oh my my, what a way to go
take a little trip in the knee deep snow
Down where the Merry go
Said a little raven to a crow
‘black on white is beautiful’
Oh my my, what a way to go
take a little trip in the knee deep snow
Come home come home you little turtle dove
I’ll come on home when the maples bud
Oh my my, what a way to go
take a little trip down to Mexico
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white as blue
02:50
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dreamt of a bare winter woods,
oak stand still and quiet
red squirrel stirring around
in the snow I fell deep
till nature come and lay by me
was it I died?
or would I know this as the other side?
I was waiting hoping you would find me
and it would be all right
followed the birchblack trail
fell upon a gurgling brook
a woodpecker, a chickadee
sheltered in the trees
something I had never known..
or was it I had never cared to,
hear those pretty songs?
I was waiting hoping you would find me
and it’d be all right
Love it is an anchor for the storms above
I can not quiet
Here I am in a field of white
White as blue on a winter’s night
Just me and that rolling moon,
rolling on our way to you
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oh we oughta
02:55
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I’ll buy you a sundress
in Louisiana darling
I’ll buy you feathered pillows
in Louisiana darling
I’ll find you wool
in the black mountain ridge
to keep you warm
on the path you take
I’ll be a fool
and you’ll be the one I’m fooling
Beneath a milky moon
we’ll dance ’til the birds come chirping
I’ll find you overalls
somewhere in California
and we’ll be wearing old corduroys
singing sweet songs
by the water
sometime in September
Oh we Oughta
Down by the water
down where it’s still bright
I sang a sad little song in the night
singing ‘Oh how we oughta,
oh when we could of,
we oughta had us a time
we oughta had us a time…’
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seasons
00:57
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Spring came along and I sang a song
Summer came and I lost my way
Autumn fell and I wished him well
But Winter’s here to stay…
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