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back to you
03:54
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It's getting cold, I pine for the meadows of home.
I'm afraid of the noise, the cars and the air. I'm afraid of the smoke and the angry people's stare. I'm afraid to remain and I'm afraid to go. But I'm not afraid to know that I don't belong there.
And so I find myself staring at the sailors stars and I'll navigate my way home to you.
travelling home, travelling home, travelling home led by the riverbend.
Travelling home, travelling home, travelling home, back to you.
Wait underneath the groved hedgerows, rest your back against our friend the oak. Whisper to golden corn for me, to hope that you will still be standing on the little red bridge with all creation in your head, and I will carefully tread around your aching heart.
And there's nothing like the sight of you. Never again will I let go.
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the untrodden ways
02:47
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She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
—Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!
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Esmee's sleep song
03:28
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The sun has gone to bed dear one, and Lunar's out above the clouds.
It's time for your slow sleep song.
The wind whistles through the pane, and someone's crying but it's only the rain. You are safe, held here in my arms.
Soon I will be sailing, heading out to sea, my dear baby.
But with the morning tide, I'll be back by your side.
Now close those heavy eyes, don't you worry about the night.
I'll be near, don't you ever fear. The owls are on their trees my love, the cows they settle in the meads my love and I must join the sleeping boats upon the waves.
I do adore you, I do live for you.
Gra mo chroi, my own dear Esmee.
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we've always dreamed
05:42
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The cherry blossom is on the tree, around the same time that you had me.
Never again can I claim to be only a child and I cannot not know now even just for a while.
Now that I am too big to sit upon your knee, will you never again lay me down gently?
Cause I am older than I seem. But we can always escape to the sea, just like we've always dreamed. Just like we've always dreamed.
I send to you, laughter and a sigh. Amid the darling buds of May we do lie. Your hair is brown, my eyes are blue, together we grew. You say that if you can survive you'll never be somebody's wife.
But he may appear and take you far away from me, and I'll be left to wander the bluebells without thee.
Cause I am lonelier than I seem. But we can always grow old together you and me. Just like we've always dreamed, just like we've always dreamed.
Sometimes when the wind blows, I let it steal all my words... and when the rain pours I catch the droplets in my hands, until I am left as I should be- free from the need of money.
And we can always escape to the sea.
And we can always grow old together you and me.
And we will be free from the need of money.
Just like we've always dreamed.
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If I could teach the world a song it would be the breeze of the night, I would listen for the talking of the trees and wait for the morning light.
If I could teach the world to dance, I would move with the barley tide, I would watch for the circling of the buzzard, slow in his flight.
If there is anyone here who knows me, then let them stand up and speak out and tell, but if you find yourself in the same way, you'll have to join me as well.
Cause there's not always a right as there is a wrong. And sometimes we only the light in the darkness before the dawn.
If I could teach you what I know, would you stop and listen? Could you wait for spring to offer her hand? Can you hear and understand?
If there is true love that can be found, then you will find it in the land. If there are true hearts that can be true, you will find them with the morning dew.
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changing colours
04:12
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In the changing colours of the morning, the sorrows of yesterday climb on you. But when she is sleeping you do pretend that everything is alright and good again.
But nothing can answer for silent teardrops, lonely rooms and echoing walls and tired hearts when darkness falls.
In to your pillow you whisper secrets of the dreams and the plans for the future you. But your happiness is greater without him near. He's a thousand miles away yet he's standing here.
Because nothing can answer for silent teardrops lonely rooms with echoing walls and tired hearts when darkness falls.
oh, you'll find it soon.
oh you'll find it soon.
If the colours of the morning are left unspoken, then the beauty of life is soon forgot. But there are fragments of gold throughout this endless night, don't let it fall deeper and darker without a fight.
Because something can answer for a gentle smile, the sounds and smells of a beautiful life with you, beginning with you.
Oh, you'll find him soon.
Oh, you'll find her soon.
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the barley's gold
02:58
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I am brought up underneath the trees of green and I watch the barley heads bend in the breeze.
I was raised underneath a grey sky and I danced in the summer twilight, around the tree under the grey sky.
Oh how the barley bends her head, she shivers in the pale moonlight and I know when the barley is ripe, for my gold changes with her gold. For my gold changes with her gold.
If you will tell me no, I'll tell you yes and if there is something beautiful than let it be and live. And if I die before I get old, remember this that I was born underneath a green tree, a grey sky.
In East Devonshire and North, where my roots are fixed upon the earth. 19 years ago, the barley changed to my gold, 19 years ago the barley changed to my gold.
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Jo Burgess Bristol, UK
Singer-songwriter Jo Burgess hails from the rolling hills of Devon, England, a landscape that sparked her love affair with
music and storytelling. Jo grew up on a farm within a large family where music was always present.
Jo is a multi-instrumentalist, singer, lyricist and composer.
Her sound can be described as an eclectic blend of indie pop, folk and acoustic soul.
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