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Hickory Hill
04:25
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At the end of November
in the dark freezing cold
when your words rise
like mist on the air
When the trees bare their branches
and the arbor is still
I will meet you
on Hickory Hill
I hid all your letters
in a tree by the brook
back when you were
my one true friend
The branches bent down
to cover it up
Now I’ll never
go back there again
Give my November
barren and frail
She will not see
the turn of the year
When the last rays of sunlight
kiss the stones on the hill
I will see you
in the arbor my dear
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2. |
Hanging Tree
03:46
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Come walk with me, my sweetest one
A sight for you to see
I’ll show you where the blackbird nests
She sleeps in the hanging tree
Sleeps in the hanging tree
Sleeps in the hanging tree
I’ll show you where the blackbird nests
She sleeps in the hanging tree
Come take my hand, my sweetest one
And lean right close to me
Would you dare to kiss a stranger here
Under the hanging tree
Under the hanging tree
Under the hanging tree
Would you dare to kiss a stranger here
Under the hanging tree
I leaned into his open arms
Like into an open door
I saw his eyes with the strangest glow
Then I saw no more
Under the hanging tree
Under the hanging tree
I saw his eyes with the strangest glow
Under the hanging tree
The blackbird sings a weary song
She sings so mournfully
My bones shall lay ‘til Kingdom come
Under the hanging tree
Under the hanging tree
Under the hanging tree
My bones shall lay ‘til Kingdom come
Under the hanging tree
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3. |
Let it Fall
03:41
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Leave your coat there on the hanger
Leave that hard look and your anger
Leave the dog out
And the tightness of your mouth
Leave your bike out on the damp grass
Leave that spite, those words that cut glass
Leave the mishaps
Out there with the past
Leave your shoes out by the backdoor
Leave your clothes strewn on the hardwood floor
Let your eyes fall on me
My darling love
Leave your hurt pride at my bedside
Anger fading like the ebb tide
Leave the light on
So I know that you’ve come home
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4. |
I-75 South
02:34
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5. |
Concrete Lullabies
04:49
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Don’t talk to old Bathsheba
she’s all ate up inside
from sleeping in that damp cold
singing concrete lullabies
She’s the one who’s been here longest
Came in years and years ago
We all came to the city
There was nowhere else to go
Dwelling in the fringe places
on the outskirts of town
Empty malls and hotels
Rich folks’ abandoned playground
Scattered in the ruins
like a flock of migrant birds
Perched in the bones of dead trees
in those stagnant swampland pools
The city didn’t want her
Ain’t got enough to feed its own
No job, no food, no shelter
Sleeping on cold, hard stone
The cold, it gets you slowly
and it lodges in your heart
Like that ever grinding hunger
when you wake up in the dark
The police won’t help you
when you’re living of grace
They just drive you right back downtown
to keep them rich folks safe
Stranded in this hard place
we fell right through the cracks
Drinking in the bleak light
along the railroad tracks
Leave a light on for Bathsheba
with her lined and quiet face
She’s dreaming of that old home
where she was born and raised
The water turned to poison
And out laid the land to waste
Now it’s quiet on the bayou
Yet another empty space
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6. |
Angeline
02:43
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I don’t have
a silver tongue
to sing you to my door
If I had
I’d charm my girl
the way she was before
Who ever thought
you’d be so cruel
my darling Angeline
I’ve been brought down
low before
but lower I’ve never been
Who is he
dear Angeline
to hold your dainty hand
I’d worship
every fingertip
if I could be your man
Who is he
sweet Angeline
to praise your starry eyes
If you would lay
your eyes on me
I’d praise you ‘til I die
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7. |
Circle Song
04:44
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After morning, there comes an evening
and after evening, another day
and after false love, there comes a true one
it's hard to hold them that will not stay
As the long summer turns to winter
each day a little colder than the last
each step will take you ever further
until you know your summer days are past
And after morning […]
And if in time, you feel a sadness
you know my song has, words to say
A tune to hum all through the winter
until another summer's day
And after morning […]
And so the seasons change their colors
and time must bring each one in turn
but winter leaves its hand upon us
and that's the lesson we shall learn
And after morning […]
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Bluebird's Ghost Sandnes, Norway
Bluebird's Ghost is an acoustic oldtimey duo from Sandnes, Norway.
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