1.Here Till Here Is There
作詞：Robin Duncan Williamson
Where will you go when days grow
Short and winds grow cold and green leaves are shaken？
There was a road as once I saw
Wound with bright ivies and trumpeting haws
Of whitest sand embroidered with flowers
That very few had taken
Where will you stay while rivers run
And days eat days and white stars are pining？
In hopes more true in hearts more gay
In love that is stronger and brighter than day
In hands that heal in thoughts that play
In all eyes shining
Why do we talk of go and stay？
(Of go and stay)
We will all be here till here is there
2.Darling Belle
作詞：Robin Duncan Williamson
Papa would take me to the park to see the swans
By hansom cab trotting so high
Holding his hand to see the swans
Hissing louder than rustling dresses of gracious ladies bustling
by
See swan ships come sailing in
White as the clouds on a windy day
James I suppose would be in school
James I suppose would be in school
I was I was learning to spell laughing at loud smells
Avoiding the rod of the cod faced master
Was it your absence made me quiet at noon？
Playing British Bulldogs on the gravel
Was it your presence colored my dream？
I burrowed in cupboards like a mole all Saturday
Under old chairs and old ladies knees
I framed your half remembered face
With frail white embroideries
Calling for you down the mousy garden
Calling for you down the mousy garden
O did you meet him at the ball？ Eighteen years on
Tall soldier now and you full grown
Belle did you meet him at the ball？
Belle did you meet him at the ball？
O do you remember me？ Thin girl with cold hands
You in your scarlet and you knew my name
Step to the veranda under the wisteria in the mysterious
November
Dancing as if with death or fate to the moon black ballroom
Of the silk skinned lake
Kissing me you lifted my skirt under the willow trees
Keep the home fires burning though your heart is yearning
Though the boys are far away they dream of home
There's a silver lining in the dark clouds shining
Turn that lining inside out till the boys come home
Did I see you march to the train？ Did I cry was my nose red？
My two day bride can you feel me in your memory？
I will be the redness in your iron fire
How could I write？ My words would seem sad or gay
We regret to inform you
We regret to inform you
We regret to inform you
Meet me by gaslight in the dark dawn
On waterloo bridge we will walk arm in arm
Hearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy dew
When we are dead, when we are dead
Now she sits in her brother's widow's house
Her skin like a lizard her aura like a daffodil
Sits like a sign in the children's chair
Migrant guest from relative to in-law
She stares into the embers
3.Painted Chariot
作詞：Mike Heron
It's only a painted chariot
But it took you so far into the rain
And the coachman slapped his fist
On the chariot in the mist
He said, 'Look here, Sonny
Can't you see it's as real as pain'
See this fine chariot, won't you ride it
I'm the coachman now, won't you trust me to guide it？
And it's only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot
Only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot
Only a painted chariot, only a painted chariot
Only a painted chariot
Then you got high, deep sigh
Wonder why, much more, where's the door？
Hear the old prayers, find the wise players
Hear the old prayers, find the wise players
Hear the old prayers, find the wise players
4.Dear Old Battlefield
作詞：Williamson Robin D H
Just another rusty brother
Seeing his old role replayed
Looking in the world like a broken mirror
Seeing his old face displayed
They come and go, come and go
Why do you advertise goodbye
Living a lie will lay you low
What can I tell you, what can I sell you
But the truth will make you high
Death is unreal that's the way I feel
There's more to be revealed
Lovers and friends meet again and again
On the dear old, on the dear old
On the dear old battlefield
Death is unreal that's the way I feel
There's more to be revealed
Lovers and friends meet again and again
On the dear old, on the dear old
On the dear old battlefield
I will see my memory
Lightly let me go
I know that we will always be
But time passed fast and slow
Age long cradle song
Almost had me sleeping for good
If not for the plan of the magic man
Who finally helped me out of the wood
On the dear old battlefield
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