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Songs of Woe

Wildflowers Wither

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Songs of Woe

Like a river flowin' through a stormbeat, weathered heart
I can taste the sweetness of your hold - now it's gone
Pretty dancer swinging like a rose painted gold
Painting over the colours of my woe

Hanging on a lonely rope, hanging on a lonely rope
Swinging from a lonely cable, all alone
I've been singing all my songs of woe so long
That I've got wrong

Like a thistle growing through a cornfield's gentle heart
Like a faded seedling now blown over - dead an gone
Pretty dancer swinging like a rose painted gold
Painting over the colours of my woe

Hanging on a lonely rope, hanging on a lonely rope
Swinging from a lonely cable, all alone
I've been singing all my songs of woe so long
That I've got wrong

Gone Tomorrow

Summer's gone, the Winter's here again - now it's cold
The sun is shining like a love gone wrong
The Autumn leaves are brown and dropping like a stone
What's here today is gone tomorrow, I know

The colour's gone the pink has turned to gold
Love is hiding like a shattered bone
The Autumn leaves are brown and dropping like a stone
What's here today is gone tomorrow, I know

Holding on we're slowly going to pass away we're slowly fading
What's here today is gone tomorrow
Holding on we're slowly going to pass away we're slowly fading
What's here today is gone tomorrow

Flowers (For a Brother)

I've been down to where all good men go to die
And all the crystalline flowers are fading away
As the cool waters froze
Had the cool waters froze

I've been alone, had the cruel tides take me home
I've had misery scouting and paving the way
As the cool waters froze
Had the cool waters froze

ooh, ooh

I've been the flowers swaying to warm summer sun
But I've been pissed on and ploughed over, sprayed like a weed
And pulled from my ground
And pulled from my gound

And I've been the brother weighing two minds over one
But I've had this foot in my grave and the other foot in yours
Had the cool water's burn
Had the cool water burn

Rose Painted Gold

Hanging down by the railway is a rose painted gold, painted gold
Swaying down by the river in the cold and the dawn, and the dawn

Where the tall weathered willow free and fawn are rising up, rising up
Falling down they'll wither greying old in the dawn, in the dawn

Where Has the Summer Gone?

Fade in fade out - All the lonely flowers singing
Where has the summer gone? - All the lonely petals groan
Fade in fade out - All the lonely flowers singing
Where has the summer gone?

She is but painted gold, a lonely flower swinging
Painted like roses and posies dead and gone
A radiant summer day held only by a memory
Now just stone by the road

Fade in fade out - All the lonely flowers singing
Where has the summer gone? - All the lonely petals groan
Fade in fade out - All the lonely flowers singing
Where has the summer gone?

Cheated by tainted blood and codeine's vile clingin'
Painted like roses and posies dead and gone
A radian summer day held only via memory
Now just stone by the road

Fade in fade out - All the lonely flowers singing
Where has the summer gone? - All the lonely petals groan
Fade in fade out - All the lonely flowers singing
Where has the summer gone?

The Valley

Well I went down to the river
To clean my soul in the water one night
Leave it all in the valley below
I paint my woe across the sky

Well I've been lost to the ether
I've paid my cost to the boredom of night
Seen it all - now everything's gone wrong
So I taint my blood with all this wine

'Cause the water lied

Well I fell down the well of my dispair
Reachin' for the water one night
But neither walls 'nor death can keep me from hopin'
So I pray for time that grace won't but

And when I'm gone and forgotten
When I'm old, can't afford one more night
Leave it all behind me with a rope
I'll say goodbye and take my life

'Cause the water lied

The Setting Sun

Oh how we are in need of spring
The Winter's here my dearest friend
I wonder how we'll make it to the end?
The black and gold fire up the sky
Red and green wash in the mire
Tell me now how has it been so long?

The hourglass is slipping still
Sheets of grey now blackened silk
Wandering into the black of dawn
The watercolours now have spilled
Down the drain the blood will spill
Tell me where the yellow and blue have gone?

Follow the wind and face the rays of dawn
My love will laugh with me until we see the sun
Follow the wind and face the rays
My love come dance with me into the setting sun...

The autumn leaves are browning still
Fading colours down the hill
Tell me where the petals and green have gone?
I see you standing in your summer dress
Waves of pleated flowers pressed
Tell me now where have you been my love?

The hours pass the day gone still
As we engage our loving lilt
Tell me where our meadow and glee have gone?
The watercolours now have spilled
Down the drain the blood will spill
Tell me where the yellow and blue have gone?

Follow the wind and face the rays of dawn
My love will dance with me until we see the sun
Follow the wind and face the rays
My love come dance with me into the setting sun...

Lady

Wild weather, seasons change, fire in her eyes
My lady you're the dark star - my only star
When stormy weather comes, safe in her sights
My ships 'a sinkin and she's on bow and she pulls me over the side

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh

Wild hair and teaser-eyes dark like a stone
Hither eyes and legs that just don't seem to meet the skies
When stormy weather comes, shrieks with delight
When ships are sinking she's on the bow with a cruel glean in her eyes

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh

She pulls the ropes, bleach and batters your bow
Sweet singin' masquerade we're going down!
Eyes full of secrets, not a shrinking violet
My lady surely you are the devil - all right yeah!

Railroad Girl (Wither in the Sun)

Somewhere out in the hillside beneath the blood red oak
Virginia is hanging by sorrow and a coil of rope
She packed all her bags and plotted her end
She wept all the way to the river and cried on the shore

Trading life left for fading violets that just-like-that wither in the sun
Fading flowers are painting over life-lessons better left alone
Trading life left for fading violets that just-like-that wither in the sun
Wither in the sun

Somewhere out in the hillside beneath the blood red oak
Virginia is hanging by sorrow and a coil of rope
She packed all her bags and plotted her end
She wept all the way to the river and cried on the shore

Trading life left for fading violets that just-like-that wither in the sun
Fading flowers are painting over life-lessons better left alone
Trading life left for fading violets that just-like-that wither in the sun
Wither in the sun