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One I Love
04:01
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Lyrics by Jean Ritchie:
One, I love. Two, she loves. And three, she's true to me.
All of my friends fell out with me
Because I kept your company.
Let them say whatever they will.
I love my love with a free good will.
One, I love. Two, she loves. And three, she's true to me.
They tell me he's poor, they tell me he's young.
I tell them all to houl' their tongue,
If they could part the sand from the sea
They never could part my love from me.
One, I love. Two, she loves. And three, she's true to me.
It's over the mountain he must go
Because his fortune is too low.
With an aching heart and a troubled mind
He's leaving his own true love behind.
One, I love. Two, she loves. And three, she's true to me.
When I'm awake I find no rest
Until his head lies on my breast
When I'm asleep I'm dreaming of
My one, my dear, my own true love.
One, I love. Two, she loves. And three, she's true to me.
And when the fire to ice will run,
When the tide no longer turns
When the rocks melt with the sun
My love for you will have just begun.
One, I love. Two, she loves. And three, she's true to me.
One, I love. Two, she loves. And three, she's true to me.
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Barbara Allen
04:39
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In Scarlet Town where I was born
there was a fair maid dwellin'
but every youth cried well away
for her name was Barbara Allen
Twas in the merry month of May
the green buds were a'swellin'
sweet William in his deathbed lay
for the love of Barbara Allen
They sent his servant unto her
to the place where she was dwellin'
sayin' you must come to his death bed now
if your name be Barbara Allen
Well slowly slowly she got up
and slowly she came nigh him
but the only words to him she said,
young man I think you're dyin'
As she was walkin' o'er the fields
she heard the deathbell knellin'
and with every stroke it seemed to say,
hard-hearted Barbara Allen
Oh Mother, mother, make my bed
and make it long and narrow
sweet William died for me today
and I'll die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old churchyard
they buried him in the choir
and from his grave grew a red red rose
and from her grave a green brier
They grew and grew to the steeple top
til they could grow no higher
and there they twined in a true love's knot
the red rose and the green brier
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Children of Darkness
03:56
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Now is the time for your loving, dear
and the time for your company
now when the light of reason fails
and fires burn on the sea
now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company
For I am a wild and a lonely child
and the son of an angry land
and now with the high wars raging
I would offer you my hand
for we are the children of darkness
and the prey of a foul command
It's once I was free to go roaming in
the wind of a springtime mind
and once the clouds I sailed upon
were sweet as lilac wine
so why have the breezes of summer, dear
been laced with a grim design
And where was the will of my father when
he raised his sword on high?
and where was my mother's wailing when
our flags were justified?
and where will we take our pleasure when
our bodies have been denied?
So now is the time for your loving dear
and the time for your company
now when the light of reason fails
and fires burn on the sea
now in this age of confusion
I have need for your company
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Heather Wolf
Heather Wolf is an herbal Brewess, folk herbalist, facilitator, singer & performing artist. Her work is devoted to reviving folk wisdom traditions, living folk arts, remembrance of our ancestral heritage. Folk wisdom is carried by the collective, belongs to the whole, is the vital foundation of every healthy culture, relating us with ourselves, each other, and the sacred world. ... more
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