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Thousand Miles
03:27
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Thousand Miles
We started on the motorway
Heading South, it was a brand new day
The rain beat on the windscreen
We were happy and on the road again
Elation came when the sun broke through
The rain-clouds we were passing through
The motorway broke into narrow roads
As creative as road building goes
Castles hanging over rocks
Seeet lavender fields, sheep in flocks
Cathedrals, oh so very old
And then there came the olive groves
Stop we did to eat and drink
Change drivers and to shake our feet
Gaze and gasp at the beauty around us
At the snow-capped hills and floral aboundness
It was slowly clear to him and me
Our only aim was to reach the sea!
Maybe I said, „It’s very nice here
Could imagine one day, perhaps next year
To stop at this place and give it some time
With its hills and gorges and plentiful wine
But shall I drive now before it gets dark
There’s a way to go, no place to park?“
He said to me, „No, I’m okay
You’ve been driving almost all the day“
I have not my forefather’s brave
To build a boat and cross the waves
Where is home, where can it be
Is it when we reach the sea
The world is split up into two
The stay-at-homes and me and you
The place we found was almost rough
A spot to park, get water and stuff
Gravel ground, no villas in sight
Bamboo bushes and the stars at night
The sound of the sea was in our ears
We lit a fire and drank our beer
In the morning when the sun came out
Then we knew what it was all about –
To see the mountains across the bay
And smell the mock orange, anyway
We’d a thousand miles just him and me
And now, at last, we’d reached the sea!
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2. |
Sarsen Circle
04:35
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Sarsen Circle
It’s not the druid priestess speaking to me in my dreams
It’s not the celtic lord, nor yet the Wessex king
It’s not the call of history, though that is rich and deep
It’s something much more simple
That keeps me from my sleep
It’s not the roman legions, that settled in this land
It’s not the norman conquerer nor yet the saxon theign
It’s not the abbey church nor the ghost of Gwynevere
It’s not those courtly nuns, who whisper in my ear
Take me home, take me home
To where the sarsen circle stands upon the plain
Take me home, take me home
Let my acheing heart be free again
Waking up one morning, in a strange new room
In my native village, the place where I was born
I heard the cooing of the doves in the nearby trees
And this it was that spoke to me, long after in my dreams
Give to me the april showers and the harvest moon
Give to me the hawthorn, the scent of early June
Where the winding roads, made by a drunkard‘s hand
Lead the lonely wanderer through an ancient land
It’s not the druid priestess speaking to me in my dreams
It’s not the celtic lord, not yet the Wessex king
It’s not the abbey church nor the ghost of Gwynevere
It’s not those courtly nuns, who whisper in my ear
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Vagabond and Gipsy
02:46
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Vagabond and Gipsy
Four o’clock, I’ve brushed my teeth but you are not so far
You’re sitting there on your bed still playing my guitar
I took your fingers from the strings and now your hands are free
Your hands, your eyes and your lips, just for me!
You wanted that I stay with you until you fell asleep
Simply lying next to you, just keeping you awake
Our lips they were enclosing, eager to explore
And what we found, we really liked and wanted more!
I give to you this ring, I will give you everything
A vagabond can give to a gipsy queen
I give to you this ring, you will give me anything
Vagabond and gipsy queen
We only kissed, we only touched, we only held each other
We touched each other to the soul, yes as lovers
The early morning birds sang us into dreams
When we awoke our lips were waiting to meet again
In my mind I gave to you long time ago this ring
You gave me one the moment as you touched your violin
The vagabond and the gipsy on a rainy meadow
Together lost, together found, now and forever
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4. |
Still
03:45
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Still
I lie in the bus still too drunk to get up
Enjoying with two senses the morning
After a night celebrating just this being together
And the hours ran by with our songs
I can still feel your hand, big and warm on my head
When you brought me to sleep, it was long after dawn
And I took it without thinking in a sudden emotion
Not imagine this could happen just two days before
I can still feel your hand...
Only moments ago I awoke with the wish
That I could, one more time, feel the touch
Of your hand, big and warm on my skin on my face
But this time not as girl but as woman
And a little while later I´m still here with a pen
Try to catch flying thoughts, feeling chaos
Should not try to explain neither to understand
Just lean back and let time go by
I can still feel your hand...
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5. |
Singer of the Street
03:31
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Singer of the Street
When I was a normal working man
I felt my life drifting like the sand
I was still young, the world lay at my feet
Aha, I said to me, be a singer of the street!
Singer, singer of the the street
Singer, singer of the the street
When I sailed the channel cross to France
People on the street began to dance
I’d pennies in my pocket, now if you please
Aha, I said to me, it is a life of ease!
Now I am a family man
I’ve taken to the road in a motor-caravan
Five children, three cats, no dog, my lovely lady-mine
Aha, I say to me, today, I’m feeling fine!
Time ago, this story did begin
Rich, poor, I always sing
If you like to know the message, to you I have to say
Aha, there is no message, I just live from day to day!
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6. |
The Cave
05:10
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The Cave
Down by the lake in the old oak wood
A cave, hiding from the light of day
Constant in summer and winter rain
Warm, dark and secure
Secret ivy covers the entrance
You wish to part the leaves but do not dare
For the bones that now lie scattered around
Show that something lives here
You think that, maybe, it is a wolf
But none have been sighted for years
And a dog would have buried them, anyhow
Then what sort of beast is hunting deer?
The fire on the stone is burning slow
You face the other face across the flame
As if the years roll back, you are at home
Here, at home in the cave
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7. |
Travelling People
04:10
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Travelling People
On the road again, at the break of day
Our precious little things, companions on our way
Crossing borders, we are free to travel as we please
Create a sense of home wherever we may go
For we are travelling people, forever on the move
For we are travelling people, forever on the move
Always on the move, our load is light to bear
Our fare is simple food, the winds can take all care
People look when we arrive, they stare and wonder where
We go and whence we come and what we have to share
For we are travelling people, forever on the move
For we are travelling people, forever on the move
Raise your tent, put up your stand
Show your goods, they’re made by hand
For we have come from many lands
And we are travelling people
Children are our friends and old folk too are dear
We share with them our dreams, we share with them our cheer
We watch their smiles, we feel their tears
As song and dance goes on
And on into the night, the cheerful sounding night
For we are travelling people, forever on the move
For we are travelling people, forever on the move
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8. |
Troubadour
04:18
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Troubadour
No room at the inn, no place on the stage
No space on the street, born to another age
I’ve cut off all ties, severed all bonds
The joker in the pack has come to your home
I’d buy myself a suit, if there was one that would fit
I’d bite apon the hook, if I were a fish
It’s said in the stars, your own cross to bear
The joker in the pack must fit anywhere
I am the Troubadour, travelled wide
That which I have seen and heard
I’ll sing to you in my gentle song
I’m the Troubadour, I’ve come to your home
Like a thief in the night, a bandit on the plain
Collect one day’s loot, tomorrow start again
At the end of the day, there’s silver and gold
The joker in the pack will say „Thank you Lord!“
I am the Troubadour, travelled wide...
The cherry from the tree will fall to the earth
Some will shrivell up, another give birth
Somehow, all will fit into a greater plan
I’m the Troubadour and I am your man
No room at the inn, no place on the stage
No space on the street, born to another age
I’d buy myself a suit, if there was one that would fit
I’d bite apon the hook, if I were a fish
Like a thief in the night, a bandit on the plain
Collect one day’s loot, tomorrow start again
I can see your face, I can touch your lips
You can move my soul in this summer’s heat
A master to the rich and a servant to the poor
The joker in the pack must love one and all
I am the Troubadour, travelled wide...
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9. |
Unspoken Words
03:07
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Unspoken Words
I felt it coming over river and lake
I felt it come as the birds did wake
I’m not in love, just belong to you
Age apart, it is true
You can hide behind your secret self
You can hide behind everything else
I’m in the shade of a generous sun
Unspoken words turn to song
If I’m mistaken, I am a fool
But I know too well when I’ve found a jewel
More beautiful than this summer’s day
More beautiful than the month of May
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10. |
Rainbow and the Moon
03:24
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Rainbow and the Moon
I’ll tell you a tale of the rainbow and the moon
In stormy skies are these two lovers seen
When the rainbow smiles with colours of joy
To join with the sun and the rain
She feels the call of the moon
She feels the call of the moon
So listen, oh listen, oh lovers do
To the tale of the rainbow and moon
For the moon is loving but he cannot stray
From his endless journey through time
His power is to pull when the rainbow is full
To reach him, she will always climb
The rainbow wakes with water and with sun
Her suitors are many but she loves only one
Yet when she wakes, her suitors are nearby
The winds, the clouds, they dance her love to buy
She knows the moon is waiting for her
She knows he needs her love
Through years through time, oh often had she thought
To climb the sky to reach his silent hight
And once, not so many years ago she touched his gentle shape
Then quivered in delight, oh, quivered in delight
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11. |
Vanity
03:46
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Vanity
I’ve wandered many moons, I’ve wandered many stars
I’ve greeted many dawnings of the sun
I layed my head at night in the circle of the tree
In the morning kissed the breathing of the wind
All words have been said, all senses sung
Every creature will breath again
The stone has shed it’s sand, sand will turn to stone
All words have given seed and seed was sown
Vanity, oh vanity, what is death
But to melt into the sun and free the life from breath?
From the river of silence, drink, you may sing
Give your limbs to the earth and dance
A child in the womb and yet hardly born
Will return to the earth again
It is the fate of Man, also of the sun
All that is around us, each and every one
And who will be the one with whom I share my dream
And cradle in my heart while I sleep
To wander many moons, to wander many stars
In the circle of the tree, in the circle of the tree?
Vanity, oh vanity, what is death
But to melt into the sun and free the life from breath?
From the river of silence, drink, you may sing
Give your limbs to the earth and dance
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Julia & Chris Simmance Aix En Provence, France
Dear Music-Friends,
We are happy to tell you, that we are out there again, on the streets of South of
France !
Hopefully rather sooner than later we will also add some new recordings on our site here.
Greetings and till then,
Julia and Chris
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