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The Magpie
04:43
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That lonely magpie
Looms high above our heads
It's come to steal our light
And sing for our dead
They say a drop of the devil's blood
Is trapped under its tongue
And if you set it free
They will sing like you and me
That bird refused to go
Below with all the rest
It stayed upon the deck
To curse god and his rain
The magpie never wept
As it perched upon the cross
It offered no comfort
To the dead of Skull Mountain
That lonely magpie
Looms high above our heads
It's come to steal our light
And sing for our dead
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2. |
The Crow
01:56
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3. |
The Scarecrow
04:19
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As I walked out one summer's morn,
Saw a scarecrow tied to a pole in a field of corn.
His coat was black, and his head was bare,
When the wind shook him the crows took up into the air.
Ah, but you'd lay me down and love me,
Ah, but you'd lay me down and love me if you could.
But you're only a bag of rags in an overall
That the wind sways and the crows fly away and the corn grows tall.
As I walked out one winter's day,
Saw an old man hanging from a pole in a field of clay.
His coat was gone, and his head hung low,
Till the wind flung it up to look, wrung its neck and let it go.
How could you lay me down and love me?
How could you lay me down and love me now?
For you're only a bag of bones in an overall
That the wind blows and the kids throw stones at the thing on the pole.
As I walked out one fine spring day,
Saw twelve jolly dons decked out in the blue and the gold so gay.
And to a stake they tied a child newborn,
Then the bells were rung and the songs were sung and they sowed their corn.
Now you can lay me down and love me,
Now you can lay me down and love me if you will.
But you're only a bag of rags in an overall
But the wind blew and the sun shone too and the corn grew tall.
As I walked out one summer's morn,
Saw a scarecrow tied to a pole in a field of corn.
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4. |
Jackdaw Blues
03:07
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5. |
The Raven
03:23
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The raven never returned
It was feeding on the dead
They sent, sent it for land
But all it found is bodies in water
They think, they think him cruel
But all he found is all that he needed
The raven living with the dead
A bridge between life and what's after
They carry souls of the damned
They spit and sing the song of the lost
A bird of both hope and fear
Where they gather, death is always near
To defeat the crown
We must give them back their wings
Return them to the sky
And watch the towers fall
When those birds fly free
So shall we
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6. |
The Birds
02:03
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The hills grow in the waning light
The silence as heavy as approaching night
The birds fly low, searching for life
Among the whin and the ash
Among the whin and the ash
There used to be so much here, too much to remain
But now all that's left for the birds is dry ash and whin
Dry ash and whin
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