- A Very Cellular Song
Winter was cold and the clothing was thin
But the gentle shepherd calls the tune
Oh dear mother what shall I do
First please your eyes and then your ears Jenny
Exchanging love tokens say goodnight
Lay down my dear sister
Won't you lay and take your rest
- Fair As You
моя прекраснейшая любовь, я живу и
учусь песням, что звенят правдой,
их мысль ясна,
их слова малочисленны,
их мелодии благоухают сосной.
любовь живёт между строк,
брошенная в свой воздушный полёт.
когда же слов не останется,
- Footsteps of the Heron
One day as I sat in a big noisy crowd,
There was me and the whole of my conscience.
And I thought that I wouldn't be missed if I went,
and that my going would be of no importance.
And I've nothing to do,
And I've nowhere to go;
I'm not in the slightest way upset.
- Ithkos
I sailed out from Sardis just one day past.
Ithkos, Ithkos
Sailed to meet the dawn on Lesbos fair.
Ithkos, Ithkos
My merchant's task on this isle is done.
I call soft evening forth
to ease up my care,
- Koeeoaddi There
the natural cards revolve ever changing
seeded elsewhere planted in the garden fair grow trees, grow trees
tongues of the sheer wind
setting you foot where the sand is untrodden,
the ocean that only begins
listen a woman with a bulldozer built this house now
- My Name Is Death
I am the question that cannot be answered,
I am the lover that cannot be lost,
Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier,
For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name?
My name is Death, cannot you see?
All life must turn to me;
Oh cannot you see?
- No Sleep Blues
Cracks rack the windows,
Howls hold the floor;
Rains rot the rafters,
And do you just have to snore?
It's a most inclement climate,
for the season of the night,
Is that mouse playing football, oh
I thought they didn't like the light?
- October Song
I'll sing you this October song,
Oh, there is no song before it.
The words and tune are none of my own,
for my joys and sorrows bore it.
Beside the sea
The brambly briars in the still of evening,
Birds fly out behind the sun,
- Painting Box
When the morning of your eyes comes waking through my shadows
Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep,
I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window,
And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep.
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box,
I have every color there it's true.
Just lately when I look inside my painting box,
- Rends-Moi Demain
By Robin Williamson
Robin Williamson: Guitar and vocal.
Stan Lee Buttons: Pedal steel guitar.
Rends-moi demain et le lendemain
pour toi j'éfface le passé
pour toi j'écris les heures
- The Circle Is Unbroken
Seasons they change while cold blood is raining
I have been waiting beyond the years
Now over the skyline I see you're travelling
Brothers from all time gathering here
Come let us build the ship of the future
In an ancient pattern that journeys far
Come let us set sail for the always island
Through seas of leaving to the summer stars
- The Hedgehog's Song
I'm not the kind to complain
That I never had a girl to love
Many a fine girl I tried hard to know
But I think I never tried enough
Sitting one day by myself
And I'm thinking what could be wrong?
When this funny little Hedgehog comes running up to me
- The Water Song
Water water see the water flow
Glancing dancing see the water flow
O wizard of changes water water water
Dark or silvery mother of life
Water water holy mystery heavens daughter
Wizard of changes teach me the lesson of flowing
- Time
Arise, arise and follow me
as best you can
Come follow me, my measured dance
Come see my circus, come dice with chance
Now you are come beneath my sway
Who once was as the daylight gay
Here's rights
and wrongsand reasons why
- Waltz of the new moon
I hear that the emperor of china used to wear iron shoes with ease
We are the tablecloth and also the table also the fable of the dancing leaves
The new moon is rising the axe of the thunder is broken
as never was not since the flood nor yet since the world began
The new moon is shining the angels are washing their windows
Above the years whose jumble sale goes spinning on below
Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall
- Way Back In The 1960s
I was a young man back in the 1960's
Yes, you made your own amusements then
For going to the pictures
Well, the travel was hard and I mean
We still used the wheel
But you could sit down at your table
And eat a real food meal
- Witches Hat
certainly the children have seen them
in quiet places where the moss grows green
coloured shells jangle together
the wind is cold the year is old the trees whisper together
and bend in the wind they lean
next week a monkey is coming to stay