Texty:
Sandy Denny

Red and gold, and halloween have passed us by, The charcoal branches lean against the rosy sky, You are so far away, yet I could touch you if I may, But

Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, Like a knight from some old fashioned

I've been on the road, so long Been tired and broke, so long I've been to the south where the winds they were warm Travelling the road of no return, so

Travelin' down that coaltown road, Listen to my rubber tires whine; Goodbye to buckeye and white sycamore, I'm leavin' you behind. I've been a coal miner

A box full of treasure and a golden comb I was surely give to you when the moon is [young? ] And christmas is in june. I will paint an evening of which

who nearly died, but survived, Feeling no fear, of leaving their bodies here, And went to a room that was soon full of visitors- Chorus Hello minnie, moony, vicious, vicious, buddy holly, sandy denny

In bruton town there lived a noble man He had two sons and a daughter fair By night and day they were contriving For to fill their sister's heart with

Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses

We search for everything Keeping what we would win Orchids or tiny flowers Wooden huts or ivory towers Centuries or hours Dark are the winter days Holy