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On SoundCloud Listen to: Man In The Long Black Coat ~ Happy Dog
Blue Horizon ~ Stealing Time ~ Warm Sea
Cloudstreets ~ Beautiful World ~ Breathe
Bonny At Morn ~ The Travellers' Prayer
The Flither Girls ~ The Ploughboy's Dream
The January Man ~ I am a Farming Man
Song Lyrics: Happy Dog ~ Blue Horizon ~ Stealing Time ~ New Beginning
Warm Sea ~ Breathe ~ I am a Farming Man ~ Cloudstreets
To Fight For His King ~ The Journey ~ Beautiful World
Love Song for Richard ~ Compassionate Angel ~ Yorkshire Bound
God!
If I could have some of your spirit
Some
of your sense of self
Some
of your just being able to live in the moment
Simple
things, natures’ instinct
And
a devotion that will last till the end of all time
Sheer
Joy! I see you live with sheer joy!
Oh
but why do we mud up our minds?
With
a soil that sticks fast
A
tangled web of roots to trip us
As
we weave our journey past…
Come
on! Let’s run and tumble, down, this grassy hillside
You
can bark! spinning your tail
And
I will laugh and my coat will flap like wind in a sail!
And
I’ll learn to live, live for the moment
Find
a new path, together we can seize this day
Sheer
Joy! I want to feel your sheer joy!
Oh
but why do we mud up our minds?
With
a soil that sticks fast
A
tangled web of roots to trip us
As
we weave our journey past…
Running
through woods, now you lead the way
Smell
the ground, the leaves, the trees
Right
now, this is all that we need
And
I’m loving these things, these simple things
Sharing
a love that will last till the end of all time
Sheer
Joy! I think I feel your sheer joy!
And
I won’t mud up my mind
With
a soil that sticks fast
I
won’t get caught in that tangled web of roots
As I weave my journey past…
Copyright
Sarah Dean 2007
The
horizon you see and feel depends upon the place that you’re at
People
can tell you to think in colour, but sometimes, grey’s where it’s at
Don’t
force yourself out of the hole, just wait for the sides to dry,
You’ll
find some purchase, wait till you’re ready, just give yourself time
Rub
out Grey
Paint
in Blue
Changing
the Night
Into Day
You’ve
got to put your trust in nature and the instinct to survive
I
don’t believe there is a Bible on how to live your life
The
secret is just to wait and see and something will come along
Procrastination
is your sub-conscious writing for you a brand new song
Paint
in Blue
Over
the Grey
Chasing
the Night
Into
Day
A
new horizon will come into view, just take that first small step
Life
can seem a struggle sometimes, like it’s all an uphill climb
But
keep on going to reach the top
There’s
space enough there to free your mind
Just
let the world fill your head with light
Natures force cannot be denied
Copyright
Sarah Dean 2007
Breathe,
breathe in air
It’s
the sort of thing you do and you don’t care
It's
invisible, bit it’s there
You
breathe,
breathe in air
Frosty
plumes of silver light
Grey
ghosts blown into the night
A
shadow on a window pane
A
breathe of air to feed the flame
You
breathe
Don’t
take it for granted
Copyright
Sarah Dean 2007
Who
would have thought that so many years could mean so much
And
yet you talk of them as all gone to waste
Who
could have dreamed that we’d end up as strangers
Living
in the same place, different worlds of time and space
And
who
could have learned that to take so much and end up with little
Just memories, pictures, fading in our minds
You erase all trace as though all I did was steal your time
You erase all trace as though all I did was steal your time
You
erase all trace as though all I did was steal your time
Stealing
so much time, Stealing so much time
Nothing
was wasted, neither yours, nor mine
Who's had a dream that's been broken by a single word
Who’s
tried to scream, knowing it will never be heard
And
who can forgive and still face up to the wrong they did
I’ll forgive your trespasses, I know mine
You erase all trace as though all I did was steal your time
You erase all trace as though all I did was steal your time
You
erase all trace as though all I did was steal your time
Stealing
so much time, Stealing so much time
Nothing was wasted, neither yours, nor mine
Your wicked words can’t hurt me now
Your wicked words can't hurt me
Your wicked words can't hurt
Your wicked words can't
Your wicked words
You're
wicked
Copyright Sarah Dean 2007
The January skies lie heavy on my mind
No sign of rebirth, natures waiting to tell us, it's time
For a new beginning.....
She's following her path decreed, since the beginning of time
It's a rhythm she knows,
She knows how to rhyme
Like night follows day, like sun follows rain
Clear skies follow haze
It’s a circle of life and spring will come again
So she'll wait for the sun to tell us the time
When the world awakes from the winter benign
And we'll gaze at the leaves unfurling their limbs
Dreaming of warmth and beautiful things
We must cast our eyes back, and remember the days
Of birdsong and flowers, soft sunshine haze
The warmth on our faces
Lengthening days...
Nature won't let us suffer long in a world too cold
Where the wind plays its songs and takes a hold
She'll brighten our skies and light up our eyes!
And show us all a new beginning
Copyright Sarah Dean 2009
Warm
sea, envelope me
Just
the sky, Wil and me
And
we floated and laughed, so free
Splashing!
And our eyes shone with a million waves
(God!
What a happy day!)
Spin
around, look out to sea
The
horizon above you and me
The
shoreline and cliffs one way
White
sand, white stones, blue water, green and grey
(God!
What a happy day!)
We’re
part of this great ocean, we’re made up of water
We’re
part of this great ocean, we’re made up of water
The
seagull flying in
She’s
circling in the air
Passes
by, so close, so near
Dashing!
Oh she’s flown over a million waves
(God!
What a happy day!)
Gliding,
just above the waves
We
float, she flies through haze
We
are graced by her joyful flight
Flashing!
Silver feathers moving shimmering light
(God!
What a happy day!)
We’re
part of this great ocean, we’re all made up of water
We’re
part of this great ocean, we’re all made up of water
Copyright Sarah Dean 2007
My name is George Dennis, I come from Wolsingham
I am a farmers son and I am a farming man
I've been a laborin' since I was thirteen
When the land she captured me with her red, brown gold and green
And when I was but twenty, a lassie caught me eye!
I asked sweet Valerie if she'd be a farmers' wife
She said "George you're already wedded to this land
But I'll gladly be a farmers wife, because I understand
That you sing...."
One for the cow
One for the crow
One to rot
And one to grow
I sow the seeds for I am
I am a farming man
Now the heavy heavy horses, oh they knew me fine well
They were my companions and troubles I'd them tell
But you can't talk to a tractor, for they have no soul
But the times they were a changin' and the horses had to go
Oh heavy, heavy horses, soon they'd had their day
No more to walk with heads down, through the sodden clay
But the tractor makes life easy, with its wheels of glistening steel
But I'd rather hold the reigns, that sit behind the wheel
Where I'd sing....
One for the cow
One for the crow
One to rot
And one to grow
I sow the seeds for I am
I am a farming man
Now when the land is dressed in Gold, She's a beauty to behold
I pray the sun will warm her and give her strength to grow
But the Devil wears a storm cloud, oh he'd gladly cut her down
Wash away her bounty and leave it rotting in the ground
Well I'd gladly work another sixty years or more
There's so much to be done
Up with the sunrise and home with the setting sun
But the future of this land, I'll entrust to a younger man
I hope he'll treat her kindly
But will he be a Farming Man?
And will he sing?
One for the cow
One for the crow
One to rot
And one to grow
I sow the seeds for I am
I am a farming man
Copyright Sarah Dean 2010
Well it's one of my favourite things
To lie in the Sun
When the Summer birds sing
And look into the blue
Up high, cotton wool
Won't you show me your Cloudstreets?
Well I empty my mind
See what I can find, in you today!
I float up to the blue
Up high, cotton wool
Won't you show me round your Cloudstreets
Are they faces or planes?
Maybe a unicorn with a flowing mane!
Oh they change, they re-arrange
Never staying the same
Well, if I was to try
And paint the beauty in you
What colours would I choose?
You're not just white and blue
You're colours of every hue
Weeping willows, wispy trails
Fluffy lambs tails and silver snails!
Seahorse rides with a blue whale!
Into a darkening sky.....
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.........And the rain falls.....And the rain falls...
........And the rain falls...And the rain falls..And the rain falls........
....................And the rain falls.....And the rain falls..................
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Copyright Sarah Dean 2008
The boy is sleeping, the boy is dreaming
Dreaming of his King
His fathers tears still wet on his cheek
A secret moment
Stolen by sleep
The boy is dreaming, tales of battle
And of Haroldsson, young and brave
The boy wants to be
Like him
He follows his fathers footsteps, to the dark forest
By shadows of moons light he goes unseen
He hears the whispers, men hungry for battle
There will be bloodshed when the sky turns red
The sky is bleeding and forest is weeping
The smell of fear hangs like mist in the air
The cries of battle pierce the silence
The sky is bleeding and the river runs red
The sky is bleeding and blood will be shed
He only wanted to be a man
He wanted to be like Haroldsson
In his hand a stick for a sword
He only wanted to fight for his King
The leaves of green his only armour
In his hand a stick for a sword
An arrow flies, twas meant for another
He screams "Tis no longer a dream"
"This is no longer a dream"
The sun is warm but his body grows cold
He's carried into his fathers arms
Together they float up to the blue
The sky is calling,
New stars are falling
The sky is calling
New stars are forming
He only wanted to be a man
He wanted to be like Haroldsson
In his hand a stick for a sword
He only wanted to fight for his King
Copyright Sarah Dean 2011
(This song is written in Old Norse)
Fugl flaugun silfr fjoðr
Bird flying silver wings
Sléttr logr
Smooth water
Vestr lopt myrkva, pytr veðr óðr eða grimmr
Westward sky grows dark, howling wind, furious and fierce
Ferð enda, nyr fyrsta
Journey end, new beginning
Copyright Sarah Dean 2010
Five billion year, give or take a few!
That's all we've got
Till this Sun of ours burns up
Every second of every day
Seven thousand tonnes of helium, just burns away
We are the gardeners of this world
Let your green fingers unfurl!
Well if Earths been around for say 24 hours
Last 30 seconds, oh well, that bit's been ours
Nature keep the balance, but we're tipping the scales
We should be saving the planet, we should be changing our ways
Oh we reap more that we sow
Cut more trees than we grow
Oh oh oh oh oh it's a beautiful world, oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh it's a beautiful world
beautiful world
When it comes to oil, yeah! we're pretty slick
Politicians stuck to oil magnets while the worlds getting sick
Don't let your carbon footprint be stuck in cement
This world isn't ours, you know it's only been lent
There's enough for everyone's need
Just not enough for everyone's' greed
Oh oh oh oh oh it's a beautiful world, oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh it's a beautiful world
beautiful world
Since when did hedgerows grow plastic bags for flowers?
Look after the meadows, look after what's ours
'Cos we are the gardeners of this world
Let your green fingers unfurl!
Oh we reap more that we sow
Cut more trees than we grow
There's enough for everyone's need
Just not enough for everyone's' greed
Oh oh oh oh oh it's a beautiful world, oh yeah
Oh oh oh oh it's a beautiful world
beautiful world, beautiful world, beautiful world
Copyright Sarah Dean 2010
Well I think of you in the half light
I think of you at midnight
And I think of you in the twilight
But I push you back come the daylight
Let's take a trip, lets go dreamtime
Take a trip in my own mind
Oh I've got my mind that's saying something
Got my mind I don't need nothing
We don't need nobody
Oh we don't need nobody
We don't need nobody
We don't need
Let's take a trip let's fly away
Let's give them the slip let's go today
We don't need nothing
Just the clothes we're in
We won't sink, we'll swim
'Cos we don't need nobody
We don't need nobody
Well I think of you in the half light
I think of you at midnight
And I think of you in the twilight
But I push you back come the daylight
Let's take a trip, lets go dreamtime
Take a trip in my own mind
Oh I've got my mind that's saying something
Got my mind I don't need nothing
We don't need nobody
Oh we don't need nobody
We don't need nobody
We don't need
Copyright Sarah Dean 2012
She is a statue carved out of stone
I know with her I am never alone
When this head goes to implode
She's there to carry the load
She takes the weight
She is the shoulder, the arms, the neck
Her eyes know the heaviness of my soul
She's my compassionate Angel
I know you're there
My compassionate Angel
All seeing eyes that care
Hewn from stone her form is soft
She's solid at one with the earth
Her gaze focuses on nothing but sees everything
She's like no-one I know
But she's every single soul
She's there day and night
Through the seasons;
Blazing Sun
Kissed Moonlight
Soft rain
Be kind to my compassionate Angel
Don't wash her away
My compassionate Angel
Your sandstone smell comforts me
You comfort me
You comfort me
Copyright Sarah Dean 2007
In the silence of the night
Me and the streets, sleeping tight
Ancient walls they breathe a sigh
They breathe a sigh, so do I
Memories flood over me
They step out from shadows
They won't let me be
Thoughts of happy days oh here I've had
Happy days, happy, sad
Maybe I should have flown away
But something here oh it makes me stay
Clip my wings, I've gone to ground
I'm forever Yorkshire bound
I'm forever Yorkshire bound
Well I think of friends, me and you
Friends gone, they're just passing through
My life lived in these ancient streets
Love ones...ones yet to meet
Maybe I should have flown away
But something here oh it makes me stay
Clip my wings, I've gone to ground
I'm forever Yorkshire bound
I'm forever Yorkshire bound
And this York stone is wet with tears
A lifetime lived, hopes and fears
Running fast, now I'm a child!
Stepping stones, I think I see you smile?
Minster walls made of solid stone
You and me, we're both weather worn
But with you, oh I have grown
Stronger than I could ever know
Stronger than I could ever know
Maybe I should have flown away
But something here oh it makes me stay
Clip my wings, I've gone to ground
I'm forever Yorkshire bound
I'm forever Yorkshire bound
Copyright Sarah Dean 2009
The flither girls, they climb down to the shore
Risking their lives for one basket more
Fishes love flithers, turn Silver to Gold
Reaping the harvest from deep in the cold
Fishing with long lines
A thousand hooks or more
Winter brings long lines
Fishing far from shore
The tide it won't wait
There's so little time
They must gather the bait
Draw the fishes to the line
All the way from Staithes
Down to Robin Hoods Bay
Mile after mile
Walking every day
Seeking precious flithers
Oh the mussels have all gone
Nature can't renew
The damage has been done
Waiting for the tide to turn
Waiting for the tide to turn
Waiting for the tide
The flither girls, they climb down to the shore
Risking their lives for one basket more
Fishes love flithers, turn Silver to Gold
Reaping the harvest from deep in the cold
'Skaning' and 'caving' and 'whipping' of hooks
Shown in sepia photos and history books
Is this all that is left of our fisherfolk lives?
The trawler men have stolen it
From under our eyes
Copyright Sarah Dean 2009
I
know I’m not an island
That’s
one thing of I’m sure
A
little solitude is good for me, I find
A
time to be still…. and explore
The
hidden rivers of my mind
But
it’s down by the river
Down
by the sea
Where
the water flows
You’ll find me
Got no place to go, just going with the flow
I
need water.....set me free
Don’t
rock this boat, because the sides are thin
There’s
not much that’s holding me in
Stormy
waters, raging sea
Where
the current runs strong
You’ll
find me
I
am sinking…..
Need
to find some dry land
You
are the shore
Can
I take your hand?
Pull
me over, set me down
I’ve
done with floating
I
need dry land
I’ve
done with floating
I
need dry land
Copyright
Sarah Dean 2005
