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Calling
01:16
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Cloth
02:53
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Day has come, now you want to run,
Feel the earth beneath your feet
Breaking free from the cloth that covers the world, it seems
But not your dreams
If you stray from the trail, son
Don't let go of the twine that you're unwinding as you go
You might find a place that's better and I pray that it is so
Even so, son, 'hope someday you've a longing to come home
Fences checked, ancient landmarks set
By our fathers in the field
Breaking free from the cloth that keeps you from things foreseen
No more, it seems
If you stray from the trail, son
Don't let go of the twine that you're unwinding as you go
You might find yourself in winter with old wolves that change you so
Even so, son, 'hope someday you've a longing to come home
If you stray from the trail, son
Don't let go of the twine that you're unwinding as you go
You might find a place that's better and I pray that it is so
Even so, son, 'hope someday you've a longing to come home
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3. |
The Sages
02:59
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Rest now ye weary, come sit for a while
Leave your ports at the threshold and your sins where they lie
All that we ask for is a story or two
Whether truth or fable, we leave it to you
No need for names here - too common a thing
But a tale that's worth telling again and again
Will fetch you a fortune on a night cold as this,
The surrounding woodland all veiled in mist
Warriors on horseback or things of the deep
Speak of saints that move mountains and the taste of defeat
The love of a lover or the wind that is sown
Paint us men in darkness and heavens unknown
But Truth is far greater than legends of yore
‘Sooner see through the eyes of one who’s lived it before
You tell us your story, we will show you your end,
And for those behind you, a lesson therein
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4. |
Figures & Faces
04:19
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In the old forest, what did I see
Figures with faces hidden from me
Before me - an infant so small,
Crawling and crying alone
On my left hand a young girl sang to me,
Dancing through the trees
She moved like silk in the wind
In the old forest, what did I see
Figures with faces hidden from me
On my right a young soldier marched on
Red clay covered his arms
Above me - a being clothed in light,
Shining through the leaves
Like a sunrise on the sea
In the old forest, what did I see
Figures with faces hidden from me
Behind me, a shadow I spied
Terror swam in its eyes
I sought for a place to hide
Beyond lay a glade in the trees
With a laver filled to the brim
And five figures gazing in
In the old forest, what did I see
Figures and faces waiting for me
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5. |
Where She Walks
05:24
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Chorus:
Well come on then, why waste time?
Set your face like a flint, set your sights
You will fall and you will rise
So be strong, before long you will fly
Close your eyes, dear, there is nothing here to see
Hear her voice - a vista for many
Where she walks, dear, there the stones will cut your feet
But you want to know her song, do not hesitate, go on
As you follow, you hear her singing
Chorus
Why look back, dear? There is nothing there to see
Just an echo or two for the journey
Still she walks, dear, on the violence of the sea
If you want to know her song, do not hesitate, go on
As you follow, you hear her singing
Chorus
Lift your eyes, dear, there are new worlds to be seen
And a legion beyond for the knowing
See she walks, dear, stepping softly off the steep
And you want to know her song, do not hesitate, go on
As you follow, you hear her singing
Chorus x2
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6. |
Evening Song
03:22
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There flies the evening song
Towards a distant dawn
Tonight here, tomorrow gone
Walk the road with me
The sting of a pleasing cry
Pleading to stay a while
A day here, an age belies
Walk the road with me
Now shoulder what you can bear
The rest we will share
With others, do not compare
Walk the road with me
Now show me what you foresee
The place you will be
The people you will meet as you
Walk the road with me
There seated a hoary man
With diamonds in his hand
And words that once began:
“Walk the road with me”
A forest we soon will find
With figures old as time
And shadows to face inside
Walk the road with me
Then as in the very start
A voice, a world apart
She is singing on stony path:
“Walk the road with me”
And still we must travel far
Through valleys deep and dark
To peaks that eclipse the stars
Walk the road with me
Beyond this I cannot see
The end evades me
Whatever will be, will be
Only walk the road with me
There flies the evening song
Towards a distant dawn
Tonight here, tomorrow gone
Walk the road with me
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