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?.
By Ivan Pawle. . Robin Williamson: Violin, flute, mandolin, bass and vocal.. Susie W-T.: Flute solo.. Janet Williamson: Organ.. . Strings in the earth and the air.
The wheels roll on and on into the older west. Seeking for sleep and you found no rest. Old genetic train is railed to the ground. And it keeps your smiles turned down.
by Robin Williamson. . Running from home full of hope. Green as dope and living on our dreams. How long ago it seems since we believed in magic. Finding love so easily then, seeking to be free as the wind.
Me with the floorshow. Kickin' with your torso. Boys getting high. And the girls even more so. Wave your hands if you're not with a man. Can I kick it?.
By Robin Williamson. . Robin Williamson: Guitar and vocal.. Stan Lee Buttons: Pedal steel guitar.. . Rends-moi demain et le lendemain. pour toi j'fface le pass.
by Robin Williamson. . When I was a little boy. I used to take the time. To go and see old Rab McPhee. Down by the railway line. He was getting on in years then you know.
In the summer that my son was born. In the same unchanging town that fathered me. I retraced many steps trying to fit my own footsteps. Is it the truth perhaps there is no return.