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Early Mornin' Rain
02:40
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In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
And an aching in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long ways from home
And I missed my loved one so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go
Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
Well I'm stuck here on the ground
Where the cold winds blow
The liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
There she goes my friend
She'll be rolling down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound
High above the clouds she'll fly
Where the mornin' rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home
In about three hours time
This ol' airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
And I'm stuck here on the ground
As cold and drunk as I might be
You can't jump a big jet plane
Like you can an ol' freight train
So I'd best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
You can't jump a big jet plane
Like you can an ol' freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain
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The Blind Harper
04:40
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Have you heard the tale of the blind harper,
How he lived in Lochmaben town,
And he went down to fair England,
To steal King Henry’s wanton Brown.
But first he went unto his wife,
With all the speed that he could show,
“This work,” he said, “will never go well,
Without the help of your good grey mare.”
Says she, “You take the good grey mare,
That'll run o’er hills both low and high,
And sit you on the grey mare's back
And leave the foal at home with me.”
Then he was up to England gone,
Even as fast as go could he,
And when he got to Carlisle gates
Who should be there but King Henry?
“Oh, come in, come in you blind harper,
And of your music let us hear.”
And, "By my sooth," says the blind harper,
“I’d rather have stabling for my mare.”
So the king he looked over his left shoulder
And said unto his serving groom,
“Take the poor blind harper’s mare,
And put her beside me wanton brown.”
So the harper harped and then he sang,
Till all the lords were on the floor.
So sweet was the music that he let them hear
They forgot all about the stable door.
And still he harped and still he sang
Till he charmed them all so fast asleep,
He took off his big heavy shoes,
And quietly down the stairs did creep.
He crept up to that stable door,
With tread as light as light could be,
He tied his halter round the mare,
To the wanton brown o' King Henry.
Then he loosed them out the King's back gates
And the mare was so swift and she ne'er did brae
And she was at Lochmaben town
Three long hours before the day.
And in the morn at broad daylight
When they had ended all their cheer,
Behold the wanton brown was gone,
And likewise the poor blind harper’s mare.
“Oh, alas, alas,” says the blind harper,
“It's ever and alas that I've come here,
In Scotland I’ve lost me a little colt foal,
In England they've stolen me old grey mare.”
“Oh, hold your tongue,” says King Henry,
“And of your music let us hear."
"Well paid shall your colt foal be
And you shall get a far better mare."
So the harper harped and then he sang
So sweet was the music he let them hear.
He's paid for a foal that he never had lost
And three times over for the good grey mare.
And still he harped and still he sang
So sweet was the music he let them hear.
He's paid for a foal that he never had lost
And three times over for the good grey mare.
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3. |
The Water is Wide
02:41
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The water is wide, I cannot get over
And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat that'll carry two
And both shall row, my love and I
There is a ship and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep as deep can be
But not so deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim
I leaned my back up against some oak
Thinking that she was a trusty tree
But first she bended and then she broke
And so did my false love to me
O love is handsome and love is kind
And love's a jewel while it is new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like morning dew
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Buddha of the Backwoods
03:39
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Oh, I seen trouble for all of my days.
I seen trouble in this wide world
I seen trouble for all of my days
But I just sit and let it be
I just sit and meditate
Upon the way things come to be
For we depend upon each other
Ain't nothing that stands apart
Oh, I felt sorrow come gripping me
And in sorrow this world abounds
I felt sorrow come gripping me
But I just sit and let it be
I just sit and meditate
Upon the way things come to be
For we depend upon each other
Ain't nothing that stands apart
Oh, I felt anger down in my bones
And that anger it goes down deep
I felt anger down in my bones
But I just sit and let it be
I just sit and meditate
Upon the way things come to be
For we depend upon each other
Ain't nothing that stands apart
Oh, who am I you might say
To sit and think this kind of way
Oh, who am I you might say
Well, I'm the man 'neath the Bodhi tree
Where I just sit and meditate
Upon the way things come to be
For we depend upon each other
Ain't nothing that stands apart
Oh, I seen trouble in this wide world
I seen trouble for all of my days
I seen trouble in this wide world
But I just sit and let it be
I just sit and meditate
Upon the way things come to be
For we depend upon each other
Ain't nothing that stands apart
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Tall Buildings
02:47
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Someday my baby, when I am a man,
And others have taught me
The best that they can
They'll sell me a suit
And cut off my hair
And send me to work in tall buildings
So it's goodbye to the sunshine
Goodbye to the dew
Goodbye to the flowers
And goodbye to you
I'm off to the subway
I must not be late
I’m going to work in tall buildings
When I’m retired
My life is my own
I've made all the payments
It's time to go home
And wonder what happened
Betwixt and between
When I went to work in tall buildings
So it's goodbye to the sunshine
Goodbye to the dew
Goodbye to the flowers
And goodbye to you
I'm off to the subway
I must not be late
I’m going to work in tall buildings
So it's goodbye to the sunshine
Goodbye to the dew
Goodbye to the flowers
And goodbye to you
I'm off to the subway
I must not be late
I’m going to work in tall buildings
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8. |
Courting is a Pleasure
03:20
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Oh, courting is a pleasure
Between my love and I;
And it's down in yon green valley
I will meet her by and by.
It's down in yon green valley
She is my heart's delight:
"Oh, Molly, lovely Molly,
I would stay till broad daylight."
But going to church last Sunday,
My true love she passed me by.
I knew her mind was altered
By the roving of her eye.
Well I knew her mind was altered
To a lad of high degree:
"Oh, Molly, lovely Molly,
Your looks have wounded me."
Then up came her love Willy
With a bottle in his hand,
Saying, "Drink this, lovely Molly,
For our love will never stand."
Saying, "Drink this, lovely Molly,
Let the bottle flask go free.
Ten guineas I'll wager,
That married we ne'er shall be."
Never marry a fair young maid
With a dark and a roving eye.
Just you kiss her and you embrace her,
Never tell her the reason why.
Just you kiss her and you embrace her
Till you cause her heart to yield;
For a faint-hearted soldier
Will never gain the field.
Farewell, Ballymonie,
Likewise the sweet Bann shore.
Farewell unto McCusky braes,
Will I never see more.
Amerikay lies that way,
That land I will go see;
And may all bad luck attend the one
Who parted my love and me.
And may all bad luck attend the one
Who parted my love and me.
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Riddell Productions Wellington, New Zealand
Riddell Productions was founded in 2014 by Stephen & Amanda Riddell.
Stephen is a folk
singer-songwriter and sound engineer who plays piano, guitar and harmonica.
Amanda is a virtuosa guitarist and composer who enjoys playing show music from the golden age of Broadway.
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