The Gardener
The Gardener stands in the bower fair
Red rose in his hand
And by there comes a maiden fair
Straight as a Willow wand
Oh Lady can you fancy me
For to be my bride
I'll give you flowers from my garden fine
If you will be my pride
For to be my bride
And the Lilywhite shall be your smock
It becomes your body best
Your head be bound with the Gillyflower
And the Primrose at your breast
Your gown shall be the Sweet William
Your coat of the Camomile
Your apron of the Salad sweet
That grows so very fine
Your stockings of the broad Kale blade
That grows broad and long
Your glove will be the Marigold
And glitter on your hand
But fare ye well young man she says
Farewell I bid adieu
If you can fancy me she says
I cannot fancy you
And you have given a gift to me
Among the summer flowers
So I shall give a another to you
From the summer showers
And the new fall snow shall be your smock
It becomes your body best
And your head be bound with the easterly wind
And the cold rain at your breast
Here Be Dragons
Perhaps it was the cold cold night
So maybe when you kissed me
A strange spark filled the air
All I know is I drove along the same old road
Where once the world was round
Where once the map was straight
Where once the stars were shining down
Here be dragons
Here be dragons
Here be dragons hear them roar
Here be dragons
Here be dragons
Here be dragons at my door
The best laid plans of mice and men
Sometimes singers too
Get heated by a dragons breath
You have to see it through
I hear you on the radio
You'll hear me in this song
You never really were St George
I was never really wrong
You hid the truth
And now the feelings gone
And dragons' guard their holy grail
They keep it shining bright
They live a lie dont tell the truth
Thats what dragons do
Im sorry that I saw too much
Both for me and you
Your secret's safe I won't let on
A promise and my word's my bond
I asked him - that's what St. George would do
Where once the world was round
Where once the map was straight
Where once the stars were shining down
The Migrant
Nine Rivers in the tenth year
In the winters' heavy cold
The rivers frozen over with ice
The forests heavy with their load
Birds of the air they were hungry and cold
They were flying east and west
And with them flew a migrant Yen
Clamouring louder than the rest
Amongst the snow he pecked for grass
And he rested on the ice
Tried with his wings to fly the sky
But the poor sad bird was tired
Boys from the river they cast their nets
And they caught him as he flew
Took him down to the market town and they sold him there alive!
I was a man of the North and an exile here
Both man and bird were strangers exiles in the South
And the sight of the bird touched the exiles' heart
“I paid your ransome and I set you free
I paid your ransome and I set you free”
Yen Yen flying in the sky
Where will you go
And of all things I beg you
Dont fly to the land further north
For a hundred thousand armoured men
Have long been camped in war
And their rations have grown so small they'll be grateful
Even of you
Even of you
As I walk along the hills and the beaches
And I look up at the sun
Well I think about all that life teaches
and I know, you're the one
Well the soft wind blows
The trees sing your praises
I swear the clouds form form your name
No matter how I try just to juggle all the pieces
you know it all comes back the same
You are the one
Oh you know you are the one
Well if the gods are kind and the angels give their blessing
and that great White Bird approves
Well we could fold our cards
We could stop the double guessing
'cos we'd have nothing left to lose
You are the one
Oh you know you are the one
Even if those rocks are hard
And the road is long
Even if I scare myself
I know your'e the one
You are the one