(Jack Poels). 't durp is stil 't liekt verloate. 't rimpelt in 't oavendlicht. hugstes 'n paar minse proate. deure dreie langzaam dicht. 't durp is muuj 't is verslaage.
(Trad. bew. Jack Poels/Ned. tekst Jack Poels). ik ken 'n megje dat woj danse. ik ken 'n megje dat woj danse de ganse oavend lang. van links nar rechts oaver de dansvloor.
(Jack Poels). ik geaf 't op want elleke kier. mien hand mien oege ze wille ni mier. als ik ow zij stoan, dan bin ik verloare. ge ziet te moei en vul te moei.
Is this some kind of confession?. Am I obliged to let you speak?. Are you still wondering whether. our actions are ever. completely pure?. How could I be sure?.
She's got a knack for hurting me...Is it the words she says?. . The only thing that keeps me here...are her eyes in the morning.. . I've packed my things a thousand times..
I see your faces. Blown through the horned clouds. In the silent cities. They call me so loud. . Come through the fire. Come through the foam. Come at the world's night.
Three men went a-hunting. But nothing could they find. Till they came across a mouldy cheese. And that they left behind. The Englishman said "mouldy cheese".
by Robin Williamson. . Scotland O where I was born. And happy I have been. It is days come months come long years. Since my home I have seen. All over North America.
Words traditional English, music RW with fugal ideas by Chris Caswell 1978. . Oak logs will warm you well. That are old and dry. Logs of pine will sweetly smell.
Water, water. See the water flow. Glancing, dancing. See the water flow. Wizard of changes. Teach me the lesson of flowing. Dark and silvery. Mother of life.
Young as I remember. The scrag end of the war. Gypsies through the borders. Came a jingling door to door. . With posies of primroses. And all the bonny bloom.
Gipsies came to the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low. They sang so sweet, so very very sweet. They stole away the heart of the lady-o.
Words and music RW 1978. . Wake up Jamie strike a light. For while you were lying dreaming. I've been up the waterside. All with the gaff and the lantern.
by Robin Williamson. . His mother told me everything. She had every reason to lie. Down there in the laundromant. Like his life was tumbling dry. Born to be a fighter.
As many fine fishes as swim with the tide. Sing aberamvane, sing aberoling. My herrings the king of them all in their pride. Sing aberamvane, sing aberoling.
Sleep, my son, the red bee hums. The silent twilights fall. The lady from the grey rock comes. To wrap the world in thrall. My darling boy, my pride, my joy.
By Robin Williamson. . Robin Williamson: Chanter, bironne, chinese flute, jew's harp, bazooki, gong and vocal.. . In the third part of the year. when men begin to gather fuel against the.
Whats in there?. Gold and money. Wheres my share?. The mousie took it. Wheres the mousie?. In his housie. Wheres his housie?. In the wood. Wheres the wood?.
There's water on the ground,. I don't know how shallow it is. Can you tell? Can you tell just by looking at it?. Well I need to get across,. But my hands are tied by my side.
Wanasema ati mi, sikufai kamwe. Wanasema ati mi, nitakuacha pweke. Wanasema ati mi, sikufai mimi. Baby kufa kupona. Baby kufa kupona. Hali na mali ni lazima.