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Chasing Squirrels
02:36
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The yellow stones beneath us,
We'd walk for country miles,
You always found the right side,
Of gates and broken stiles,
But now the bluebells bow their heads,
And we have eyes to dry,
As you go chasing squirrels,
In the sky.
In late April's brightness,
You bounced into our world,
Nine day wonder's gladness,
All black and golden curls,
The walks grow shorter by the day,
And now the time it flies,
As you go chasing squirrels,
In the sky.
No toys are brought to greet us,
There's thin light in the hall,
The days are filled with Autumn mist,
The chase of one last ball.
For now we'll rise and stumble off,
Through failing breeze and corn,
To dwell upon our younger days,
And blossom on the thorn,
Oyster catchers, turning tides,
Too soon it's time to fly,
To where you’re chasing squirrels,
In the sky.
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2. |
Century Caught
03:20
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he taxi lights at 3.00am,
I knew you wouldn’t come again,
In darkened rooms where shadows prance,
The mystic signs of old romance,
No muddied fields, or strolls in parks,
No ancient trees with lovers marks.
And let us dance the last dance,
Tomorrow I am bound for France,
So many never get the chance,
So take the floor with me.
No lamps to light the streets below,
But muffled footsteps come and go,
And Jimmy sleeping in his bed,
He dreams of clear skies overhead,
Then keep him safe when underground,
From firestorms or lost and found.
And let us dance the last dance,
Tomorrow I am bound for France,
So many never get the chance,
So take the floor with me.
On cobbled stones the footsteps, bright,
Will march from darkness into light,
They cheer from windows up above,
And pluck the feathers from white doves,
The pals brigades and happy cries,
They know no where the future lies.
And let us dance the last dance,
Tomorrow I am bound for France,
So many never get the chance,
So take the floor with me.
For every soul, who’s gone before,
A different knock upon this door,
The stalwart solid down the years,
Has shielded hope and sheltered fears,
A century of life to yield,
It was before and will be, field.
And let us dance the last dance,
Tomorrow I am bound for France,
So many never get the chance,
So take the floor with me.
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3. |
Heart of Reunion
02:44
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Instrumental.
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4. |
The Richness In You
02:50
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Sunlight through a window pane,
The soft kiss of the dew,
Snowfall in a country lane,
A crocus breaking through,
The colour of a daffodil,
A sky of cloudless blue,
Beyond belief,
Without compare,
To the richness that’s in you.
A small child in the cradle,
A mother’s gentle tune,
A seabird on the turning tide,
The memory of the moon,
The blackbird’s song before the dawn,
A wide unbroken view,
I’d trade it all,
For one last call,
On the richness that’s in you.
An echo of a bygone age,
A childhood memory shared,
The magic of a Christmas tree,
A world which isn’t scared,
A prophet back to save mankind,
Can keep his promise too,
I’d trade it all,
If I’ll be spared,
The richness that’s in you.
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Balcarras Road
04:01
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For all the distance covered,
And ones lost on the way,
In February’s cupboard,
We store the light of day,
The trees still spread above us,
Yet nothing stays the same,
Forgotten lives uncovered,
New meanings to old names.
There used to be a sweetshop,
And bicycles to buy,
Pavements chalked for hopscotch,
Clean sheets against the sky,
Cut flowers for a schoolday
When boys were paired with girls,
I wore my first long trousers,
And you had honeyed curls.
Now hand in hand we wander,
Our backs against the tide,
A quiet sense of being,
Content to share the ride,
The bonfires in the meadow,
No longer light the skies,
But all the Autumn colour,
Still sparkles in our eyes.
Half a century passed now,
Those days are laid to rest,
A sense of still belonging,
To where the times were best,
We travel many journeys,
And bear life’s lively load,
The twilight now it draws us,
Along Balcarras Road.
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It was here that the sand dog,
Stretched out on the beach,
With pebbles for eyes,
And cockles for teeth,
Where shingle tailed mermaids,
Had seaweed for hair,
And buckets built castles,
In Pembrokeshire, fair.
Two specks on the headland,
Walked down to the sea,
Nets stirring rockpools,
When barefoot and free,
Captured on camera,
You shine from the past,
Fresh faced and youthful,
But changing so fast.
So where are the days,
With the salt on your lips,
Snowflakes on noses,
And paper cup ships,
The wind in their sails,
They bob on the tide,
To drift out of sight,
Where the skies are so wide.
Beyond the horizon,
Beneath the same sun,
A whole world of difference,
And new lives begun,
Yet caught for all time,
Like the fresh Haven air,
Is the brightness that shaped us,
In Pembrokeshire, fair.
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Mike Weaver England, UK
Mike Weaver is a singer-songwriter originally from Cheltenham, but now living in Worcestershire. He performs his own melodic
songs which draw upon both contemporary and traditional influences.
Mike returned to songwriting and playing live in 2013. He has opened for several notable artists and his self-penned songs have received worldwide airplay on folk and acoustic radio shows.
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