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Lay it Down
04:26
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Freedom songs don't say anything
When you're out on you're own
With those big wheels turning
Those bridges burning
West is east high is low
Drifting man don't need anyone
He got plans of his own
Walks through these changing lands
With the dust in his hands telling
Worn out stories and bygone glories
Lay it down, play it slow
For the good times
The times that we've known
Lay it down, play it slow
If there's a reason
Lord I'd like to know
Friday night and the bands are in town
She walks in through the lights
Takes her same old seat
With those faces you meet
She's been waiting her whole damn life
Lay it down, play it slow
For the lost ones
Out on their own
Lay it down, play it slow
Hey there brother
You're not on your own
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Look at these hands, they're falling from ya
Look at these eyes, they're about to go free
Look at that long distance train
Rolling through the vale
As the night comes falling down
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3. |
Black For The Crows
05:26
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The fair wind was blowing its way with a sigh
The black crows were circling way up on high
As she went walking down the valley lo
Slow came the hoof beats, the cavalry horns
Glanced from his saddle as he rode on
Green grow the lilies down the valley lo
And she heard him say he'll be back one day, la la la la la
Lay him low, cut him down where he stands!
They rose up their banners for glory on high
Sounded the bugle beneath the blue sky
'Freedom will follow when the day is o'er'
Now the battlefield waits; the ranks they held fast
Thunderclouds echo with song of the past
Green grow the lilies down the valley lo
All along the shore, hear the cannons roar la la la la la
Lay him low, cut him down where he stands!
He wore black for the crows, white for the swans
Red ran the blood from his body so young
Black for the crows, white for the swans
Let yesterday's sorrow rest easy tomorrow
For time as it stands is the wind through our hands
So there she lay down, covered his head so cold
And late in the evening when the black crows had fled
Two white swans circled high overhead
Green grow the lilies down the valley lo
Let the vagrant sing, let the church bell ring la la la la la
Lay him low, cut him down where he stands!
He wore black for the crows, white for the swans
Red ran the blood from his body so young
He wore black for the crows, white for the swans
Red for the land of his comrades all gone
He wore black for the crows
Black for the crows!
Black for the crows!
Black for the crows!
Recorded mixed and mastered by J. Cannon
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4. |
Quiet Land of Erin II
04:16
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Quiet Land of Erin II
Hungry stand the hills at dawn
When the fog was movin' on
Thought I heard a stirrin' by the window
And if I had my chance again
I'd go out in the fallin' rain
Follow the heart of the rover
Before that fateful mornin' broke
Oh father now she said
The curlew and the cuckoo's fled
Troubled is the heart that you're hearin'
Oh father now she said
They buried you among the dead
On the quiet, quiet land of Erin
On the quiet land of Erin
I met them in the light of day
Mockin' eyes won't turn away
From the course that I furrow
My anger like a bolted mare
Truth caged in with despair
Fair is foul if you want to keep the peace -
Well no more!
Tonight I'll throw the stable door
Oh father now she said
The curlew and the cuckoo's fled
Troubled is the heart that you're hearin'
Oh father now she said
They buried you among the dead
On the quiet, quiet land of Erin
Oh father now she said
A faithful heart is stirrin' yet
For all their cajolin' and swearin'
Oh father now she said
They buried you among the dead
On the quiet, quiet land of Erin
On the quiet land of Erin
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Follow The Crows London, UK
Follow The Crows are a London-based folk-rock outfit with distinct overtones of bluegrass, Irish trad and Americana. A typical setlist blends original material with unique interpretations of folk standards. Expect hard-driven vocals fused with guitar and mandolin mayhem, all underpinned by riotous folk rhythms of rebellion and redemption. . ... more
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