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Scotland Keep Me Brave
04:41
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oh, I don't know where to go.
The road, it leads me farther from home.
Still I know I'm not on my own,
But how to leave the place I was born?
Leave, but leave some self behind
And look to it for them who've been kind.
A stone to mark the path pointing west
To guide you back when God bid thee rest.
Scotland keep me brave and bold.
I know that soon I'll start feeling old.
Sure, I know I'm not what I thought,
To win the war the battle was lost.
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Of the flow'rs the gard’ner sows,
the stateliest of all the rose.
and others, to the gard’ner weeds.
But prettiest of all of these,
The dandelion strives to grow
to find himself beside the rose.
The apple to remind us all,
Every autumn, of the fall.
And 60 beads upon a string
The toll required to make me clean.
Well you may be the rosary,
but I am Adam underneath the tree
And, as I grasp the fruit, I hear my children weep
I will sing the mourning song
if the morning birds would sing along
and I would walk the path with thee
if the wounded beast would let me be
well I may be an anarchist
I lob my words with tightened fists
but poetry is truly found
with chaos six feet underground
Well you may be the architect
to build the walls that I tear down
oh, and steady my hands before they call the hounds
I will sing the morning song
if the mourning birds would sing along
and would you walk the path with me
before the beast doth let me be
And then we’ll grant him peace
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An Evening In the Garden
06:41
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You saw the fall when I clipped my wings
I had it all when I wasn't running
See I was tending towards decay
when you took me in your shelter.
When you asked if I would stay
for you said that I was welcome
But still I went away, a heart so full of longing.
A word to fell dismay buried in my belly.
There's a forest in your eyes
There's an ocean in your language
And it's swelling like my pride
It is deep and it is dangerous
You saw the fall when I clipped my wings
I had it all when I wasn't running
Still I went away, my lungs so nearly empty.
The fire in my veins coursing through my body
See I was tending towards decay!
If you offered me your hand
I would name you as athena
Like a goddess you would stand
and on earth would be no equal
You saw the fall when I clipped my wings
I had it all when I wasn't running.
But I'm always running
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The Duke of Norfolk is a peripatetic singer/songwriter from Oklahoma.
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