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Soil, substrate of time, weathered from rock into fine
Needed your care and love so rare, attention as experience takes over
And how does your garden grow.
Air, invisible and pure, granted, taking it for sure
Suck it in let it out, from the heart dedication no doubt
And how does your garden grow.
Hear you’re growing food for the soul, there’s love in every bite
Your old wrinkled hands really bringing on the life.
You’re singing songs while you’re sowing seeds
Such a basic occupation when there’s mouths to feed
Deliberate regard for old mother earth
Seeds in your hand you know what they’re worth.
Water straight from that cloud, magic can’t help but wonder how
Subsistence I’m back to feeding my soul
Take a leaf from this book do not overlook…
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Jacky Winter
04:04
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How’s the air up there Jacky Winter
Is the view all it’s meant to be
I see you soar into a cloud
Of your skill I have no doubt
What’s this game you play Jacky Winter?
Take a dive in the air Jacky Winter
A little fly passing by your beak
Scrummy morsel now and then
Stay away from that swamp hen
What’s this game you play Jacky Winter?
I saw you in the springtime with the indigo bloom
Last time I heard you, you were leaving us in the month of June
That’s way too soon (by that old wintry moon)
A little grub from the scrub Jacky Winter
Nice and plump in your tum for sweets
Catch a glimpse of a fat old tick
Something new for your young chick
What’s this game you play Jacky Winter?
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Driftin'
06:33
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There you are hugging that park bench
Just barely keeping it all together
I briefly saw the sun reflecting off your teardrops
I saw the anguish in the lines on your forehead.
And even now I start slippin’, I find myself drifting away with you.
I went this way, you went the other
Just like lovers sometimes will
It doesn’t mean that you’re not in my heart dear
It doesn’t mean that I don’t really care.
And even now I start slippin’, I find myself drifting away with you.
I remember loving you dearly
And the passion in our play
The sun would shine when you whispered to me
The things this man loved to hear.
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String of Pearls
04:13
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Caught a glimpse of her running down the Firebreak Track
She looked worn out and out of breath she never looked back
I said now Ruby what you running from
With that daughter in your hand, the other your son
And that string of pearls around her neck just glistened in that blood red sun.
I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m so, so tired
But how’s that I can’t sleep, he’s got me so wired
I got my future here holding my hand
Gonna be a long time till I need another man
And this string of pearls around my neck bears witness.
I wonder what you’ll say or do
I wonder if your heart is true
I wonder if your life and mine will cross paths again.
She said brother I’m chasing some peace of mind
Life ain’t long, I’m nearly out of time
Just one thing you can do for me
Tell that bastard that I’m finally free
And that string of pearls around her neck just guides a beating heart.
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Twilight in your Eyes
09:45
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Twilight in your eyes, reflects a perfect day
I light a fire hoping it will shine.
Whisper a word that sounds like apology
Tremble an emotion that hurts deep down in your throat
But we both see the need to enlighten each other’s heart
We talk of unimportant things, skirting between facts.
Sunrise in your eyes, reflects your deepest thoughts
I feel your warmth knowing it will shine.
Surrender your head while your heart beats in sympathy
Inspire your senses to jump down off that fence
But we both feel the need to enlighten each others heart
I see determination burnin’ inside your soul.
Feel your heartbeat
Follow your footstep
Believe in your forecast
Trust in your eyes.
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In Exile
05:47
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I’m sitting here in exile while the world passes me by
Ain’t no one here to laugh with, ain’t no one gonna see me cry
No arguments, no sentiments, no hellos and no goodbyes
I’m contemplating exile while this world slowly wanders by.
Got time on my hand to sit and wonder at the sky
A little blue, mostly cloud slowly ambles by
A cold wind blows from the west and I hear a bow break
Chase that sound here in exile ‘cause time will wait.
There’s a creekside spot in the forest where them river stones glow
Been there once long ago when my hair wasn’t snow
Might take an effort, but worth it, this memory unfolds
Better than sitting here in exile watching this world put on hold.
Be patient my friend and work out something on your own
Be aware be assured any mistake you make is yours and yours alone
That pride in yourself has a chance to grow by strides
While your tinkering here in exile waiting for a new world to come on by.
Wind whisper to me a tune almost forgotten
Now you’ve focused your eyes
It’s time to leave them open.
There’s a sigh of relief as mother earth renews her claim
She ain’t finger pointing, she’s much too wise to lay blame
But her expectations of us so clear for all to see
Just use this time here in exile to discover nothing here is free.
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Banyalla Darlin'
06:32
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You live on an island full of trees
You feed the birds and the bees
Your scent is subtle and rare
Your blossom colours your hair.
There’s a new smell that blows from the east
It’s a change that repeats and repeats
It’s a stranger in your cracked mirror
Blood kin, your very own chimera.
Banyalla darlin’, I hear you lost your home
Banyalla darlin’, you got no place to go
Banyalla darlin’, banyalla darlin’
Now you got no place to go.
Your border has been breached on all sides
Nowhere to run, you got little chance to hide
Your birds now sing a sorrowed tune
Your life now dark like a brand new moon.
So rare, you’re mother nature’s daughter
Forlorn, like a lamb to the slaughter
Your children, survive as they must
But your beauty is now gone with the dust.
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Water Goin' Down
05:54
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You know the water goin’ down (down in the ground)
Ain’t no bird to make a sound (water goin’ down)
That’s why I’m headin’ into town (water goin’ down)
Chance of rain are slim to none
Come one day it won’t be long
You better pack your bag boy yonder kingdom come
‘Cause you ain’t seen what I seen.
That’s why I’m prayin’ for some rain (like we had before).
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Fare Thee Well
02:56
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Away, away, the southern cross now guides your way
Your weary head now rests instead, I hear you say.
Your love has spread its wings,
Your heart, like a bird it sings.
So fare thee well, my darlin’ one.
So fare thee well, my darlin’ one.
Fare thee well.
(for Joanne Catherine Robinson)
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Riverstone
07:35
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I stubbed my toe, didn’t watch where I go
I sat right down in the shallows just watching this river flow.
Pain soon forgotten as my eyes sort of focused
On something unbelievably beautiful just out of reach.
Your eyes shine like this riverstone
Deepest heart and shades of roan
Might ask mother nature for a loan
To share this little riverstone.
I dragged it out with my foot from that babbling brook
A stone amongst many stones I might have overlooked
So smooth so warm, a joy to hold in my hand
My thoughts come back to you lying in the sand
(in your mother’s arms).
Two beauties to behold
One is sandstone the other pure gold
I just want to take you home
And share this little riverstone.
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Mountain Grey VIC, Australia
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