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Sweet Spell
03:42
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Tumble freely down ye words
Where is a home where you would stay?
If it’s your wish that I should house thee
Praythee friends, tell me a name
There is no house of stone strong enough - is no house of stone
There is no house of stone to hold thee, this is the year I learned it
Oh this is the year I tried
There is no house of stone strong enough - is no house of stone
There is no house of stone to hold thee, this is the year I learned it
Oh this is the year I tried
There is no house of flesh that’s nimble nearly as your ways ;
There is no house of flesh to hold though I have searched for all my days
And even sky is far beyond the comfort of your span
There is no house to hold these words in heaven or on land —hey!
Tumble freely down ye words
Where is a home where you would stay?
V.1
A lighthouse on a distant shore reflects a bitter gleam
For here, beware, the sands are scarcely ever what they seem
And if be you should travel faintly, seekin’ rest and port
I’ll tell you lassie, this here land’s got nothing of the sort
It’s all a bunch of brambles lady, nothing quite so clear
I hardly know the answers but I’ll tell you what I hear
V.2
Bind the books and keep me steady, solemn to my word
Hell if I should know the way, but this is what I heard
That those who came by ship and sail, a heavy price did pay
For at the entrance to this land did sign their names away
And all who now must seek to find the life their people knew:
We now declare, all foes beware— We’re out to seek the truth
Bridge
Sweet spell on me, don’t know where I am
Only way to find the path is listening again x3
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West Sea
04:28
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Endless pearls to ponder
Endless stones to scry
Endless roads to wander
Endless bones to pry
I woke to the light, after night took me in
And I sang to the dawn what the dark had given
un cierco di gesso, in qui dormi
e dentro i sogni, ascolti da me
Chorus
The shore of my country looks out to west sea
That really don't stop for days and days
And the waters they flow with the poems and letters
That were carried by ship to her heart
Endless blood to carry
Endless steps to bear
Endless past to bury
And a heart on my sleeve to wear
And my dreams, they say, darling
The story's not over:
Your mother's mother, and others
Were only the start
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cicaeda
melissa j. rain
Albuquerque NM
Spokane WA
Portland OR
piano | cello | voice
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