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Come gather round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'
Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway
Don't block up the hall
For he who is hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside ragin'
And it'll rattle your windows and it'll shake your walls
For the times they are a-changin'
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
So please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will late be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The old road is rapidly agin'
So please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
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2. |
Your Fair Face
02:53
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It's your fair face
I ne'er again shall see
For I am bound for Gallipoli
And your fair face
I ne'er again shall see
For on those shores, I surely must be
But if I had my way
With you I'd stay
And enjoy this sumptuous view
Of God's own country
But there is war
Across the sea
And where Britain goes, so my dear do we
For loyal subjects are the kiwi
So your fair face
I ne'er again shall see
For I am bound for Gallipoli
And your fair face
I ne'er again shall see
For I must fight
For King and country
I think of you
But right on cue
The canons shout and roar
And you are there no more
My blood spills out
My comrades shout
The echoes stay and ring
But I am departing
So your fair face
I ne'er again shall see
For I am bound for Gallipoli
And your fair face
I ne'er again shall see
For a soldier I must be
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3. |
The Two Magicians
03:16
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The lady stood at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there came a lusty smith
With a hammer in his hand
Chorus:
Bide, lady, bide
There's nowhere you can hide
For the lusty smith will be your love
And he will lay your pride.
Well may you dress you lady fair
All in your robes of red
But come tomorrow at this same time
I'll have your maidenhead
Chorus
Away, away you coal blacksmith
Would you do me this wrong?
To think to have me maidenhead
That I have kept so long
I'd rather I was dead and cold
And me body laid in the grave
Than a lusty, dusty coal blacksmith
Me maidenhead should have
So the lady she held up her hand
And swore upon her soul
She never would be the blacksmith's love
For all of a box of gold
But the blacksmith he held up his hand
And swore upon the mass
I'll have you for me love me girl
For the half of that or less
Chorus
So she became a little dove
A flying in the air
But he became an old cock pigeon
And they flew pair and pair
Chorus
So she became a little hare
A running on the plain
But he became a greyhound dog
And fetched her back again
Chorus
So she became a big great mare
As dark as the night was black
But he became a golden saddle
And clung unto her back
Chorus
So she went into her bedroom
And she became a bed
But he became a green coverlet
And stole her maidenhead
And was she woe, he held her so
And still he bade her bide
The blacksmith he became her love
And he pulled down her pride.
Chorus (x2)
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4. |
Swallow Song
02:38
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Fly, swallow, fly
So far from me
Fly, swallow, fly
That I'm longing to see
Fly, swallow, fly
In autumn gold
Fly, swallow, fly
Away in the cold
When you leave me without the sun
It feels like I'm without anyone
I want to listen and hear your song
But you leave me waitin' so very long
Fly, swallow, fly
So far from me
Fly, swallow, fly
That I'm longing to see
Fly, swallow, fly
I glimpse your wing
Fly, swallow, fly
And start to sing
Fearin' your reasons not knowing the truth
I think that you leave me because I'm uncouth
But it's just the seasons changin' their way
That's why you leave around about may
Fly, swallow, fly
Come back for the spring
Fly, swallow, fly
And start to sing
Fly, swallow, fly
You lighten my day
Fly, swallow, fly
That's all I can say
[Instrumental Break]
Fly, swallow, fly
Come back for the spring
Fly, swallow, fly
And start to sing
Fly, swallow, fly
You lighten my day
Fly, swallow, fly
That's all I can say
Fly, swallow, fly
You lighten my day
Fly, swallow, fly
That's all I can say
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5. |
The Elfin Knight
04:16
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The elfin knight sits on yon hill
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
He blows his horn both loud and shrill
The winds have blown away his woe
He blows it east, he blows it west
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
He blows it where he liketh best
The winds have blown away his woe
I wish that horn-blower I kissed
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
For in my soft arms, he is missed
The winds have blown away his woe
No sooner these words had she said
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
Than the knight came to her in her bed
The winds have blown away his woe
A very young maid thou be
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
So married to you I can nae be
The winds have blown away his woe
But I have a sister younger than I
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
And she was married by and by
The winds have blown away his woe
If married to you I must be
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
Then a curtsy you must do for me
The winds have blown away his woe
Name thy price my fair knight
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
For in my soft heart you must write
The winds have blown away his woe
Well I have an acre of good fey land
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
Which lyeth low on yon sea sand
The winds have blown away his woe
I'll need you to plow it with one small thorn
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
And your work must be done before the morn
The winds have blown away his woe
So he went and waited o'er the sea
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
But her fair face he ne'er again did see
The winds have blown away his woe
The elfin knight sits on yon hill
Blow, blow, blow winds, blow
He blows his horn both loud and shrill
The winds have blown away his woe.
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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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