Swede
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Sun Feb-19-06 09:21 PM
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The minstrel of the dawn is here |
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The minstrel of the dawn is here To make you laugh and bend your ear Up the steps you’ll hear him climb All full of thoughts, all full of rhymes Listen to the pictures flow Across the room into your mind they go Listen to the strings They jangle and dangle While the old guitar rings The minstrel of the dawn is he Not too wise but oh so free He’ll talk of life out on the street He’ll play it sad and say it sweet Look into his shining face Of lonelines you’ll always find a trace Just like me and you He’s tryin’ to get into things More happy than blue
A minstrel of the changin’ tide He’ll ask for nothing but his pride Just sit him down upon that chair Go fetch some wine and set it there Listen to the pictures flow Across the room into your mind they go Listen to the strings They jangle and dangle While the old guitar rings
A minstrel of the dawn is near Just like a step ’n fetchit here He’s like an old time troubador Just wanting life and nothing more Look into his shining eyes And if you see a ghost don’t be surprised Like me and you He’s tryin’ to get into things More happy than blue
The minstrel boy will understand He holds a promise in his hand He talks of better days ahead And by his words your fortune’s read Listen to the pictures flow Across the room into your mind they go Listen to the strings They jangle and dangle While the old guitar rings
The minstrel of the dawn is gone I hope he’ll call before too long And if you meet him you must be The victim of his minstrelsy He’ll sing for you a song The minstrel of the dawn
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lizziegrace
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Sun Feb-19-06 09:23 PM
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1. Ahhh, Gordon Lightfoot |
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Song for a Winter's Night is one of my favorites.
:)
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Sun Feb-19-06 10:23 PM
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2. Good, but still not in the league of Mother of a Miner's Child |
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For all those who go underground to mine coal, where ever in the world it might be
She is my flower And she blooms for the one who loves her best The miners stop to watch her when she walks They know her love is not for sale She will never fail me 'cause I know I watched her grow And the mother of a miner's child Waits for me beside the kitchen door
She is my light In this place where the darkness never ends She'll guide me where the tunnels twist and bend She's the only one who listens When I tell her I got less than I can spend She knows the pace Oh mother of a miner's child Wash away the coal dust from my face
When the night shift's done She'll be waiting at the table when I come Searching for another dream to chase Oh mother of a miner's child I know that you still think about the day When we'll be moving on Remember dear old daddy And the promise that I made to carry on
Sometime I smile In the cage where the cables softly hum I'd curse that old straw boss to the bone But the mother of a miner's child Is waiting for her paycheck to come home Come Saturday And he is just a miner's boy I hope that he can find a better way
She is my flower And she blooms for the one who loves her best The miners stop to watch her when she walks They know her love is not for sale She will never fail me 'cause I know I watched her grow And the mother of a miner's child Waits for me beside the kitchen door
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Sun Feb-19-06 10:57 PM
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3. Hey swede -- this is a nice present you've offered us tonight. |
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And a long-time personal favorite, too. 1971?
Thank you.
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