Lyrics for Circlet of Gold EP :
The king of Dunmail Raise
The finest spray blows upon a hillside
Where saxon men & Dunmail warriors hide
A flash of steel wielding over land
Battle dress & decisions by the hand
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Glory to the warriors of age
Who wait, who wait, who wait, who wait
Glory to the ones we see today
And they wait they wait, for the King, the King of Dunmail Raise
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Underneath close scrutiny the lion peers
Cold of stone, his home for a million years
A witness to the tragedy of this age
Injustice of the lamb we see today
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Glory to the warriors of age
Who wait, who wait, who wait, who wait
Glory to the ones we see today
And they wait they wait, for the King, the King of Dunmail Raise
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Please consign this crown to the depths of a lake
‘Till Dunmail come to lead us again we will wait
My warriors, draw up this ‘circlet of gold’
Place on my Dunmail cairn, and wait to be told
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Glory to the warriors of age
Who wait, who wait, who wait, who wait
Glory to the ones we see today
And they wait they wait, for the King, the King of Dunmail Raise
Fields of Heavy Dew
Dear Mother the tea here’s not so good
Dear brother you should see the mud
Dear sister I’m taking in the views
Dear Father I know what I must do
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And tomorrow I will run
And tomorrow when the whistle’s gone
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Oh go steady boys don’t you lose your head
Oh go steady boys think of home instead
No lifting of the forelock, no wielding heavy guns
And tomorrow, we will walk
And tomorrow, we’ll see the chalk and the fields of heavy dew
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Dear teacher it’s nothing like you said
Dear preacher I’m praying in my head
Each and everyday I’m living with the noise
Each and everyday I’m counting all the boys
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And tomorrow I will run
And tomorrow when the whistle’s gone
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Oh go steady boys don’t you lose your head
Oh go steady boys think of home instead
No lifting of the forelock, no wielding heavy guns
And tomorrow, we will walk
And tomorrow, we’ll see the chalk and the fields of heavy dew
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Are we really going home
Are we really going home
Are we really going home
Are we really going home, to the fields of heavy dew
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Dear Mother I’m not coming home
Dear brother you’ll have to make it on your own
Dear sister I’m taking in the views
Dear Father I’m done I’ve paid my dues
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And tomorrow, we will walk
And tomorrow, we’ll see the chalk
And tomorrow, we will run
And tomorrow, we’ll hear the birdsong in the fields of heavy dew
Heart of the Sea
Cutting through a sea of blood, under the oars the oil is good
With a harpoon gun and a mixed race crew
The lightless depths of an empty hold, living oak & the smell of blood,
Tobacco juice, tar & smoke
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Forcibly taken, for the needs of a nation
There’s a hole in the heart, of the sea
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Main top sail bleached by sun, stiff of salt they’re all the same
Steady away, for two years long
Half the crew dead & gone, much the same skin & bone
Follow the whale, and take me home
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Forcibly taken, for the needs of a nation
There’s a hole in the heart, of the sea
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I long to sail ‘round Great Point, four windmills is what I want
And the tie the rat lines, & feel the ground
Tie the rat lines & feel the ground
Tie the rat lines & feel the ground
Tie the rat lines & feel the ground
Ah… Feel the ground
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Cutting through a sea of blood, under the oars the oil is good
With a harpoon gun and a mixed race crew
Will I Save the King
Will I save the King
Who gave my family name
Will I save his skin
And will life ever be the same
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Will I, will I, will I save the King
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We are but the Rules
We live with progress fire
The year 1302
And I have yet to find my desire
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Will I, will I, will I save the King
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All along the border, they will know my name
All along the border, they will know my name
When I save the King
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My hands will be tools
My land the envy of most
You & me too
My name lingers on in your ghost
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Will I, will I, will I save the King, will I save his skin
Drowning Valley
Way up there where the Roman roads criss cross the valley
People live, they live by their values
People who care, standing stones
People who share, giving all they own
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It’s a silent testimony to a distant past
The lure of the hills no less, turns no man in too fast
In the drowning valley limestone in your eyes
In the drowning valley bruised egos side by side
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‘Neath slate roof dwellings safety speaks it’s name
H2o swelling, glory now its aim
Darkness to light, grey to colour
Dryness to wetness, still loving in each other
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It’s a silent testimony to a distant past
The lure of the hills no less, turns no man in too fast
In the drowning valley limestone in your eyes
In the drowning valley bruised egos side by side
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Way up there where the Roman roads criss cross the valley
People live, they live by their values
People who care, standing stones
People who share, giving all they own
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In the drowning valley limestone in your eyes
In the drowning valley bruised egos side by side
In the drowning valley nature in command
In the drowning valley you can hear those working hands
The Mountaineers
Mallory & Irvine they climbed an icy wall
They made their fatal footsteps on the mountain in ‘24
Icy wind and mist, obscured a blinkered eye
The last to see our Cheshire heroes fade into the sky
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And in the pale, pale truth and the misty years
There’s nothing to see here but, still too many tears
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Unshaven faces, sunburned all the while
Fading into history another page, another file
And Mallory & Irvine they climbed an icy wall
They made their fatal footsteps on the mountain in ‘24
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And in the pale, pale truth and the misty years
There’s nothing to see here but, still too many tears
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Always to be, unsung heroes
Always to be, unsung heroes, to me
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Melting snow & ice reveals from within
A pair of hobnail boots and leathery skin
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And in the pale, pale truth and the misty years
There’s nothing to see here but, still too many tears
Still too many tears
Still too many tears
Still too many tears
Ghost of the Brown Lady
She has no eyes but she can see
She has no feet but she floats to me
Many have seen that satin dress she hides within
Many have seen her ghostly grin
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Brown lady why have you disappeared
Brown lady we are not afeared
And maybe i’m just the balladeer
Brown lady why don’t you reappear
So to ask your name
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Festive candle light flicker around her face
Unearthly glow showing all the lace
From behind the door she floats into the hall
One bullet passes through and is captured by the wall
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Brown lady why have you disappeared
Brown lady we are not afeared
And maybe i’m just the balladeer
Brown lady why don’t you reappear
So to ask your name
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Far beneath this house the shadows are alive
Far beneath this house deep inside
Far beneath this house the shadows are alive
Far beneath this house deep inside
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Brown lady why have you disappeared
Brown lady we are not afeared
And maybe i’m just the balladeer
Brown lady why don’t you reappear
So to ask your name