yea, i'm a dreamer. . i'm dreaming about you. in my dreams i can fly. and i look real good too. anything to make you want me. anything to make you want me.
pastime with good company. i love and shall until i die. grudge who will let none deny. so God be pleased this life will i. for my pastance* hunt sing and dance.
thinking of you, i'm dreaming bout you. thinking of you, i'm dreaming bout you. . i just wanna say this one thing. thinking of you, i'm dreaming bout you.
by Robin Williamson. . Purple clouds turn scarlet in the setting sun. Where sagebrush turns to alive oak and the white tail run. The air is cool as music when the day is gone.
boys don't cry over petty shit, petty shit. boys don't even cry over big shit, right?. and boys never show their emotions in public. but boys can be sad on the inside.
Words and music Robin Williamsson 1978. . I learned in school. That I was mad if they were sane, you see. They had to beat me black and blue. They said it hurt them more than me.
Words RW, music trad Irish: Nancy's Whiskey 1978. . At age 14 they gave us training. To number off by threes and give salutes. To clean and fire the Lee and Enfield.
Old Dan Tucker was a mean old man. Washed his face in a frying pan. Combed his hair with a wagon wheel. Died with a toothache in his heel. . Get out the way, old Dan Tucker.
by Robin Williamson. . I will remember. Even when I'm dead. A long winter's night. You came stealing to my bed. . O and the snow was falling. White all on the ground.
My father left me an acre of land. Ivy, sing ivy. Between salt water and salt sea sand. And a bunch of green holly and ivy. . I plowed it all under with an old rams horn.
You treat me so kindly. And how can I repay?. Seein' your lips talking. So lovely takes my breath away. . You make me restless. But you give me words to say.
where are you going. says mildor to moldor. where are you going. says jack in the can. where are you going. says bob the red nose. where are you going.
green groweth the holly. so doth the ivy. though winter winds blow ne'er so high. green groeth the holly.
Froggy would a wooing go. Cuddy alane. cuddy alane. Froggy would a wooing go. Cuddy alane and a Froggy would a wooing go. Whether his mummy would let him or no.
And can a physician make sick men well?. And can a magician a fortune divine?. Without lily, germander. and sops in wine?. With sweetbriar, and bonfire,.
when old jack frost has threatened his worst. and fallen from branch to briar. then welcome the nights that double delights. in the light of a good going fire.
By Robin Williamson. . Robin Williamson: Guitar and vocals.. . Dark eyed lady. I believe you are the one I loved before. you are the one I loved before.
By Robin Williamson. . Robin Williamson: Guitar and vocals.. . Please never name yourself to me. enough lies we see. even the moonlight. . come rest, rest awhile beneath the shade.
Words and music RW 1978. . As I came down by the weary well. Going there to fill my can. My fortune there I do declare. She took me by the hand. The lark gives tongue when summer comes.