Peace In The End Fotheringay

Come on Mary, Mary or you, John To which religion do you belong You and your lover, you and your friend Peace in the end What about me, me and my kind If we're unknown, are we left behind We have our lovers

The Ballad Of Ned Kelly Fotheringay

jail Now I don't know what's right or wrong But they hung Christ on nails But with six kids at home and two still on her breast They wouldn't even give her bail Oh Ned, you're better off dead You get no peace

John The Gun Fotheringay

''My shadow follows me Wherever I should chance to go'', John The Gun did say. ''If you should chance to meet me As I wander to and fro, Sad would be your day.

The Ballad Of Ned Kelly (Live In Rotterdam / 1970) Fotheringay

jail Now I don't know what's right or wrong But they hung Christ on nails But with six kids at home and two still on her breast They wouldn't even give her bail Oh Ned, you're better off dead You get no peace

Restless Fotheringay

Born between a river and a railroad And restlessness has ruled me since I can't remember when There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again

John The Gun (Live / BBC Sounds Of The 70's, London / 1970) Fotheringay

'My shadow follows me Wherever I should chance to go'' John The Gun did say ''If you should chance to meet me As I wander to and fro Sad would be your day My life is mine and the light did shine Till the

Fotheringay Sandy Denny

How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er, And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall, With no-one to heed her call.

FOTHERINGAY Fairport Convention

How often she has gazed from castle windows o'er And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall With no-one to heed her call <Interlude> The evening hour is fading within the dwindling

The Pond And The Stream Fotheringay

Annie wanders on the land. She loves the freedom of the air. She finds a friend in ev'ry place she goes. There's always a face she knows. I wish that I was there.

The Sea Fotheringay

D'you see the water and watch it flow And float an empty shell, And you think that I'm hiding from the island. You've a fault in your senses. Can you feel it now? Time? What is that?

The Pond And The Stream (Studio Demo) Fotheringay

Annie wanders on the land. She loves the freedom of the air. She finds a friend in ev'ry place she goes. There's always a face she knows. I wish that I was there.

Silver Threads And Golden Needles Fotheringay

I don't want your lonely mansion with a tear in every room All I want's the love you promised beneath the haloed moon But you think I should be happy with your money and your name And hold myself in sorrow

Silver Threads And Golden Needles (Alternate 2004 Ver.) Fotheringay

I don't want your lonely mansion with a tear in every room All I want's the love you promised beneath the haloed moon But you think I should be happy with your money and your name And hold myself in sorrow

Bruton Town (Live Band Rehearsal) Fotheringay

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 care One night one night of restless slumber One brother

Bruton Town (2015 Ver.) Fotheringay

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 care One night one night of restless slumber One brother

The Sea (Live) Fotheringay

D'you see the water and watch it flow And float an empty shell, And you think that I'm hiding from the island. You've a fault in your senses. Can you feel it now? Time? What is that?

The Sea (Demo) Fotheringay

Do I ever wonder You don't know You'll never follow, and I'll never show D'you see the water and watch it flow And float an empty shell And you think that I'm hiding from the island You've a fault in your

Bold Jack Donahue Fotheringay

Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains Attention pay to what I say, and value if I do For I will relate the matchless tale of

Bold Jack Donahue (Live / BBC Sounds Of The 70's, London / 1970) Fotheringay

Come all you gallant bushrangers who gallop o'er the plains Refuse to live in slavery, or wear the convict chains Attention pay to what I say, and value if I do For I will relate the matchless tale of

Banks Of The Nile Fotheringay

Oh hark, the drums do beat, my love, no longer can we stay The bugle-horns are sounding clear and we must march away We're ordered down to Portsmouth and it's many is the weary mile To join the British

Banks Of The Nile (Alternate Take) Fotheringay

on the banks of the Nile Oh Willie, dearest Willie, don't leave me here to mourn Don't make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born For the parting of our love would be like parting with my life

Banks Of The Nile (Live In Rotterdam / 1970) Fotheringay

on the banks of the Nile Oh Willie, dearest Willie, don't leave me here to mourn Don't make me curse and rue the day that ever I was born For the parting of our love would be like parting with my life

The Sea (Studio Demo) Fotheringay

D'you see the water and watch it flow And float an empty shell, And you think that I'm hiding from the island. You've a fault in your senses. Can you feel it now? Time? What is that?

The Sea (Live In Rotterdam / 1970) Fotheringay

Do I ever wonder You don't know You'll never follow, and I'll never show D'you see the water and watch it flow And float an empty shell And you think that I'm hiding from the island You've a fault in your

Too Much Of Nothing Fotheringay

Well, too much of nothing Can make a man fell ill at ease One man's temper might start to rise And another man's might freeze And there's a day of long confession We cannot mock the soul But when there's

Too Much Of Nothing (Live In Rotterdam / 1970) Fotheringay

Well, too much of nothing Can make a man fell ill at ease One man's temper might start to rise And another man's might freeze And there's a day of long confession We cannot mock the soul But when there's

Eppie Moray Fotheringay

see her daughter for The water shone so bright, so bright The water shone so bright Go away from me, mother Go away from me There's not a man in all Scotland Should wedded be with me, with me Should wedded

Eppie Moray (Live / BBC Folk On One, London / 1970) Fotheringay

see her daughter for The water shone so bright, so bright The water shone so bright Go away from me, mother Go away from me There's not a man in all Scotland Should wedded be with me, with me Should wedded

Two Weeks Last Summer (Live In Rotterdam / 1970) Fotheringay

The dancing flowers grow low Burning embers start to glow The pictures soon will fade Pictures that the flames have made Your hazy, wistful face Suddenly is gone without a trace Reminiscing summer walks

The Way I Feel (Live In Rotterdam / 1970) Fotheringay

The way I feel is like a robin Whoses birds have flown to come no more Like a tall oak tree, alone and cryin' When the birds have flown and the nest is bare Now a woman, Lord, is like a young bird And

The Way I Feel (Alternate Version) Fotheringay

The way I feel is like a robin Whoses birds have flown to come no more Like a tall oaktree alone and cryin' When the birds have flown and the nest is bare Now a woman Lord is like a young bird And

Nothing More (Live In Rotterdam / 1970) Fotheringay

you've suffered Although you are still young Why was it you who'd not take help From anyone Oh it's true, it's very true, he said Some hard times I have known But I have always overcome them On my own Oh the

Wild Mountain Thyme Fotheringay

Oh, the summer's in its prime And the leaves are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme All the mountains is perfuming Will you go lassie go And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme

Wild Mountain Thyme (Live / BBC Sounds Of The 70's, London / 1970) Fotheringay

Oh, the summer's in its prime And the leaves are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme All the mountains is perfuming Will you go lassie go And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme

The Way I Feel (Original Ver.) Fotheringay

The way I feel is like a robin, Whoses birds have flown to come no more, Like a tall oak-tree, alone and cryin', When the birds have flown and the nest is bare.

The Way I Feel Fotheringay

The way I feel is like a robin Whoses birds have flown to come no more Like a tall oak tree, alone and cryin' When the birds have flown and the nest is bare Now a woman, Lord, is like a young bird And

The Way I Feel (Alternate Ver.) Fotheringay

The way I feel is like a robin Whoses birds have flown to come no more Like a tall oak tree, alone and cryin' When the birds have flown and the nest is bare Now a woman, Lord, is like a young bird And

Nothing More Fotheringay

Oh the pearls that you hold in your hand They are beautiful to see, But you show them not to anyone, Not even me. For you are like the others, he said.

Late November Fotheringay

The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk, The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned. The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds And as we drew south the mist it came down.

Winter Winds Fotheringay

Winter winds they do blow cold, The time of year, it is chosen. Now the frost and fire, And now the sea is frozen.

Winter Winds (Studio Demo) Fotheringay

Winter winds they do blow cold, The time of year, it is chosen. Now the frost and fire, And now the sea is frozen.

Winter Winds (Alternate Take) Fotheringay

Winter winds they do blow cold, The time of year, it is chosen. Now the frost and fire, And now the sea is frozen.

Two Weeks Last Summer (Live 1970) Fotheringay

The dancing plants grow low Burning embers start to glow The pictures soon will fade Pictures that the flames have made Your hazy, wistful face Suddenly is gone without a trace Summer days I'll float

Gypsy Davey Fotheringay

There was a gypsy came over the land He sang so sweet and gaily He sang beneath the wild wood tree And charmed the great lord's lady The lord he did come home Enquiring for his lady She's gone, she's gone

Gypsy Davey (Live / BBC Sounds Of The 70's, London / 1970) Fotheringay

There was a gypsy came over the land He sang so sweet and gaily He sang beneath the wild wood tree And charmed the great lord's lady The lord he did come home Enquiring for his lady She's gone, she's gone

Two Weeks Last Summer Fotheringay

The dancing flames grow low Painting embers start to glow The pictures soon will fade Pictures that the flames have made Your hazy whisper fades Suddenly is gone without a trace Reminiscing summer walks

I Don't Believe You Fotheringay

I can't understand She let go of my hand An' left me here facing the wall I'd sure like t' know Why she did go But I can't get close t' her at all Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime She

Fotheringay (Acoustic Version) Fairport Convention

How often she has gazed from castle windows all And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall With no one to heed her call The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun And in a lonely

Peace Swan Lake

Peace (peace) No peace (no peace) No friends coming back from Greece No bombs to ensure theres a ceasefire cease And no cascades No savage detectives to evade And you will never see the alligators

War And Peace (Album Version) Godsmack

Dance with the devil inside of me? I'm longing for a second chance? And taste what seems to remind me? Of all my skulls and skeletons? Live and let live? Die and let die?