The knight was riding lonely The road was winding long The sun had barely risen Frost was shining in the dawn His sword was sharp, his lance was keen His armor burnished bright As he rode he sang with all his might I am a knight, I am a knight, I am a knight, said he Of all the kingdoms of the world no finer thing to be He'd held the vigil rightly He'd watched his arms by night And in the morning came the king And made him there a knight Sent forth a mighty hero to defend the castle walls And all who walk within its mighty halls For I am a knight Blood red was the sunrise And blood red was the field The knight lay fierce about him And he brought the foe to yield But those who fought, he cut them down He left them where they lay Then he took the road to fight another day I am a knight, I am a knight He tried to find the song But silence overtook him As he sadly rode along And under mid-day shadows The knight began to yield Perhaps my spurs are better served Then fighting in the field No castle walls to build or guard No blood to stain the soul But blankets for the winter And food in every bowl For I am a knight The farmer had no harvest plow The knight gave him his sword His lance became a bargeman's pole To help him cross the ford His armor turned to cups and bowls His shield a chalice bright His helm a lantern shining in the night The knight was riding lonely The road was winding long The sun was slowly sinking With darkness coming on No sword no lance to take the field In rags against the cold But as he rode, he sang out brave and bold I am a knight, I am a knight, I am a knight, said he Of all the kingdoms of the world, no finer thing to be The knight was riding lonely The road was winding long The sun had barely risen Frost was shining in the dawn Her sword was sharp, her lance was keen Her armor burnished bright As she rode she sang with all her might I am a knight, I am a knight, I am a knight, said she Of all the kingdoms of the world, no finer thing to be

There was a captain, and there was a lady There was a ship, of wood and of steel And there were the years that they sailed her together her at the lookout, and him at the wheel For gold and a fine house to Kate they meant nothing He was fisherman, who couldn't stay still So they came together and they called to the shipwrights To build them a vessel to go where they willed Sail away, sail away, from the Capes to the North With a cargo and crew so fine This was the dream of their time O sing me boys, sing me boys We'll weigh in the anchor, and haul out the sails Sing me boys, O sing We'll sail on past daybreak in a good southern gale One morning the sun rose pale yellow The sky was a bleeding blood red All hands on deck, now, there's a vast wind a'brewin' That'll bring down the heavens, and wake up the dead The storm came and struck like a hammer And with it came fever that sent Kate below And just like the fires that burned in the rigging They burned in the lady who lay down below By midnight the see it had raged and gone silent By sunrise her shroud had been sewn And at sunset the sea took her home O sing me boys, sing me boys We'll weigh in the anchor, and haul out the sails Sing me boys, O sing We'll sail on past daybreak in a good southern gale And so sailed the captain alone from the lady The crew mourned her loss, as one of their own 'Til one night a storm caught them hard upon harbor and threatened to dash them apart on the stone In the darkness the crew could see nothing And the captain was helpless, he steered all alone The sudden to starboard there stood a figure Guiding the ship into harbor and home And so came the lady, she came back to the captain to chart him a course that was true and he brought the ship safely on through O sing me boys, sing me boys We'll weigh in the anchor, and haul out the sails Sing me boys, O sing We'll sail on past daybreak in a good southern gale And in the years after when the weather was fine The captain dreamed softly, alone in his years But when the sky darrkened, when the sea rose up swiftly Between him and danger the lady appeared And then one October, at the first touch of winter The captain made harbor, put the crew all ashore The ship needs a rest boys, come back in the springtime And together we'll sail the big waters once more Alone then he sailed from the harbor Out past the marker, and into the wind And into the arms of the lady who beckoned It was there on the rocks that he found her again Now sing me boys, sing me boys We'll weigh in the anchor, and haul the sails up above Sing me boys, O sing We'll sing of the captain and the one that he loved O sing me boys, sing me boys We'll weigh in the anchor, and haul out the sails Sing me boys, O sing We'll sail on past daybreak in a good southern gale We'll sail on past daybreak in a good southern gale We'll sail on past daybreak...

He caught a train out of la Mancha and it carried him down to the sea Give me a one-way ticket to where you think I'd rather be I don't know where the sun rises now and I don't know where she will be He caught a train from a Spanish sunrise headed into an Irish sea And out upon a tossing ocean sick with the movement of the waves In the desk he found a faded journal and settled down to reading every page The sun had gone down and his lamps had all burned low when the last entry finally set him free He caught a train from a Spanish sunrise headed into an Irish sea There came the sound of summer running As he stood beside the railing in the dawn And a half-remembered memory inside him Awakened from a slumber decades long Casting aside the mirrored face he wore against his tale a gentle mutiny He caught a train from a Spanish sunrise headed into an Irish sea Time flies like an arrow straight towards the setting sun with nothing left behind A season fine for Prometheus set free And a medicine for melancholy found upon the sea He caught a train out of la Mancha and it carried him down to the sea Give me a one-way ticket to where you think I'd rather be I don't know where the sun rises now and I don't know where she will be He caught a train from a Spanish sunrise headed into an Irish sea

From underneath the desert sands, a thousand buried Pharoahs cry "Dust!" And underneath the Coliseum, catacombs and mausoleums, emperors cry "Dust!" On the seven hills of Rome and on the promised thousand years: Dust! And out of fallen Babylon, there comes a line of mighty rulers marching, into dust And there's dust upon the desert sands, dust upon the walls Dust upon my father's children lying in their halls Dust upon the shattered gates, dust upon the streets And all across the pages of tomorrow...lies dust Over all the watching Watchers, and the Watchers watching them: dust And in some vault of memory, the wind erodes the clock of history, winding down to dust On some fallen hero's grave, forgotten by the history pages: dust And from the bones of Gilgamesh, there blows a wind that covers all the follows, bringing dust And there's dust upon the desert sands, dust upon the walls Dust upon my father's children lying in their halls Dust upon the shattered gates, dust upon the streets And all across the pages of tomorrow...lies dust Under the trumpets and banners, a king goes to war Dreaming of glory that lasts him, evermore.. But underneath the desert sands, a thousand buried Pharoahs cry "Dust!" And underneath the Coliseum, catacombs and mausoleums, emperors cry "Dust!" And there's dust upon the desert sands, dust upon the walls Dust upon my father's children lying in their halls Dust upon the shattered gates, dust upon the streets And all across the pages of tomorrow...lies dust

Alone on the dance floor at midnight Waiting for you to appear Red velvet dress, and black satin lace Dusted my memories dear But you're waiting alone, on a floor like my own For a man with a face that's not mine So I'll dance alone with a ghost I once knew Once upon a time This is my lost lover's waltz Dancing like lovers do This is my lost lover's, lover's lost waltz That I never danced with you And down my the water where the minstrels all play And the painters they wait for the light The dancers they sit, with their feet in their hands And quietly rest from the night And the playwrights they sit, with their quills in their hands And they drink their black coffee like wine But no words they write can turn back the pages When you were the measure of time This is my lost lover's waltz Dancing like lovers do This is my lost lover's, lover's lost waltz That I never danced with you They say Paris is magic They say Paris is the city of love And I love all my memories of Baudelaire nights And mornings with you dressed in sunlight Alone on the dance floor at midnight Candles beginning to fade The mirrors are empty they won't show my face Shadows in silent parade And locking the doors as I make my way home Through the empty streets crowded too soon Following footsteps that lead ever onwards Stepping in time with the moon This is my lost lover's waltz Dancing like lovers do This is my lost lover's, lover's lost waltz That I never danced with you

Struck silent, beside her with a thousand thoughts I never could deny She said I love you, will you hold me And watch me jump the fire as summer turns to night And I called to her through the skies and the whispers of flight I will meet you by the rivers green I will meet you by a shining sea I will meet you where the waves march on I will wait for you on the shores of Ireland Time offers, we choose them And the wildest fire can die beneath the rains I know you, in silence at the journey's end will blow the fire flame And the masks that wear, through the years, will burn as they fly I will meet you by the rivers green I will meet you by a shining sea I will meet you where the waves march on I will wait for you on the shores of Ireland The changeling turns and sets her silver sails until time and time and times again are done I will meet you by the rivers green I will meet you by a shining sea I will meet you where the waves march on I will wait for you through the years I will wait for you my love I will wait for you on the shores of Ireland

Baby's gone sick and he won't stop crying Mama try to feed him slowly dying Smoke from the tires burning rising high Names in the river flowing past Tears in a bucket rising fast Faces washed away by a camera's eye, oh my Give to me your sorrow, and I will give to you my freedom and if you are sick and weary, let me carry you on my back Look into tomorrow, it is filled with all our children So let us find the lost ones, and together we will carry them home Coins on the eyes of them that's gone Rain wash away all the blood that's drawn Grass grow long on the stones in the greening fields One more drink and the pain is gone One more prayer then a fiery dawn One more mother left to wonder why, O why? Give to me your sorrow, and I will give to you my freedom and if you are sick and weary, let me carry you on my back Look into tomorrow, it is filled with all our children So let us find the lost ones, and together we will carry them home Lines in the sand from years gone by Old men can't remember why Tin roof shacks as far as the eye can see Hide tomorrow by the smoke that's rising Someone burning, no denying One more day like the only days we've ever known I heard the stones cry out I heard the stones cry out in the night I heard the stones cry out Give to me your sorrow, and I will give to you my freedom and if you are sick and weary, let me carry you on my back Look into tomorrow, it is filled with all our children So let us find the lost ones, and together we will carry them home Carry them home....carry them home....

I am a wandering traveler, my journeys they are long I read the stories of this life, in music and in song And sometimes out upon the road, and sometimes in the sky I look before what I will find, to see if I can try To find the footsteps of the one, who's maybe gone before Or maybe follows now behind, in wisdom and in lore And someday maybe we will meet, upon a sunny day Strangers will familiar brands, walking in the way Lady won't you walk with me Down along the river, to a cold, dark sea Between the cradle and my grave, are years that won't be saved So lady, won't you walk with me Now some will dance on wings of gold, and others take a fall Some get by on feet of clay, some don't dance at all The turnings of the spinning ones, the circle of the moon All wind the seasons 'round again, and play a pipers tune And upwards from the sea they come, answering the call Life upon its final run, beginning of us all Lady won't you walk with me Down along the river, to a wine dark sea Between the cradle and my grave, are years that won't be saved So lady, won't you walk with me I am a wandering traveler, my journeys they are long I read the stories of this life in music and in song And so now for the time we have, think upon the day When as strangers with familiar brands, we'll meet along the way Lady won't you walk with me Down along the river, to a wine dark sea Between the cradle and my grave, are years that won't be saved So lady, won't you walk with me

Some letters were missing from the typewriter keys That he tapped by the window glasses on forehead and beard to his knees He told to us all of his stories For those who were too young to read And we laughed and we marveled and shouted at all of it Everything we'd ever need He said, that he'd been a sailor Or, no wait, was it a spy? Joined the French Foreign Legion and he solemnly swore that he knew how to fly He'd won and lost several fortunes He just carelessly gave them away But all of his stories were haunted by Shiloh And he promised we'd meet her one day The moon was smiling leaves were passing An old man looked away to the shore Waiting for Shiloh, the sound of her laughing And a knocking upon the front door He was waiting, waiting for a knock upon the front door I'd often ask him Tell me is it all true? Did your life sound of thunder And how can I make it all true for me too? He said, let me tell you a story And I promise that this one is mine Writer's sometimes tell the truth in a lie We're the midwives of all that is fine But my father would find him Once or twice of a year On his favorite barstool Toasting his demons with whiskey and beer David it's time to go home now Let me help you along But he'd shake his head, and he'd say with a smile The list of my ghosts is so long I won't be done 'till the dawn The moon was smiling leaves were passing An old man looked away to the shore Waiting for Shiloh, the sound of her laughing And a knocking upon the front door He was waiting, waiting for a knock upon the front door The wind shifted east, the day that he died Bringing whispers of smuggler's gold And I heard the echoes, of laughing young men As if they might never grow old His stories were stacked, in a pile on the floor A compass of paper so fine Laying out straight a path for my feet On pages of rich summer wine So the wake it was held, the words were spoken We toasted his years by the score As the fire lay dying and turned us to shadows There came a knocking upon the front door There was a knocking, a knocking Her knocking upon the front door

I remember the mist on the water Three days to England's shore Three day to tarry, three to return Nine days that turned into more They say the Irish have magic Stronger than blood or than steel From the moment I saw you, a spell on my heart I am praying will never be healed But the fates were against us And your love was not mine From across the wide water Came the calling of duties that left our desires behind Let the land fade away Let the sea gently rock us to sleep in the dawn I forsake the dry land Three days to England and a lifetime before they were gone Blood is thicker than water But not as thick as the wine That ran from my cup on the night that you married Pressed from a thousand red vines I counted my days by your kisses And the hours when caution had flown And all of my songs thought I sang for the hall Were intended for your ears alone Riding to battle was easy Even if death the field bring Than all the night I spent drunk and raging While you lay with your husband The man who was also my king Let the land fade away Let the sea gently rock us to sleep in the dawn I forsake the dry land Three days to England and a lifetime before they were gone To tired to argue, too tired to love in the end It all came to this, a whispered goodbye And a vow upon steel, not to see you again Now all of my days have receded All of my songs have gone dry And all that remains, as the world turns to grey Is the memory, of a ship rolling, ever turned to the dawn Let the land fade away Let the sea gently rock us to sleep in the dawn I forsake the dry land Three days to England and a lifetime before they were gone

I'm not much for drinking whiskey And I surely don't like wine I'm not much for beer on Saturday nights But I can drink you down just fine And I'm not much for fancy houses Or expensive cars to drive The might be fun to play with But they don't keep you alive We are born for summer mornings Running golden through the day A night wind blows through winter's grass We regret and fade away Give us gods, O give them us Let our love be not destroyed Rise and fall, years and all The machineries of joy There are no words for what we do here We love our children anyway My daughter has my walking shoes To help her find her way And if god in pregnant silence hides Our questions tumble to the ground We can't protect our children from this pain So we seek to strike it down Give us gods, O give them us Let our love be not destroyed Rise and fall, years and all The machineries of joy I came from brilliance, I return there I think there's irony in this Come sit beside me now, hold my hand Give to me a lover's kiss And this alone shall be my reason To write my meaning in the sand And spend our time beneath our summer sun Spilling sunlight from our hands And so I love you like fine chocolate Especially the dark kind And like the waters from the river I can drink you down just fine Give us gods, O give them us Let our love be not destroyed Through rise and fall, through years and all These are the machineries of joy

I am the Queen of Elfland, Thomas said the writing on the wall Look for me on the 'A' train headed south When you thought you wouldn't find me at all I've been watching you all your life Waiting for the day I would take you down under the hill Seven years, seven months, seven days So ride with me o'er the fernie brae Through the rivers of blood that run On the road from the Eildon Hills Sing for me at my bed and board Sing for me in the dawn Sing for me as the crowd rushes in and the loudspeaker says to get on Sing for me by the sun and the moon thought neither one hangs in the sky Electric blue is the light underground As the time passes seamlessly by Trade your songs for the silence now To the truth has your tongue been trained 'Till the winds and the seasons change I am the Queen of Elfland Thomas You are mine, you are mine, you are mine For though you walk on the earth once again It will be for a very short time For when the sun finally sets in the west And you give your last breath to the sky Into the sunlight, under the hill Summer king, summer king summer king We will fly.