West Of Roan - Let No One Steal Your Thyme
Who flourish in your prime
Beware, beware, if your garden is fair
Let no-one steal your thyme
Let no-one steal your thyme
For when your time it has passed and gone
He'll care no more for you
And every place where your time was waste
Will grow all o'er with rue
Will grow all o'er with rue
The gardener's son was passing by
Three flowers he gave to me
The pink, the blue, and the violet true
And the red, red, rosy tree
And the red, red, rosy tree
But I refused the red rose bush
And gained the willow tree
That all the world will plainly see
How my love slighted me
How my love slighted me
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West Of Roan - Bread of Life
The fields have greened and the blossoming The fields have greened and the blossoming Blossoming Join our hands together now Here among the fields Feed us, feed us
West Of Roan - The Mountain
When I'm born they take my eyes Put in two of clay When I'm old enough they will take my tongue And put in one of stone You don't know my name You call me
West Of Roan - Queen of Eyes
Walk around my bed three times Say the words you learned from your father If you don't remember, sing, sing to me (Sing, sing to me) Sing, sing to me (Sing, sing to me)
West Of Roan - Gentian
Tell me your name, tell me your life Tell me the colour of my true love's eyes Blue as the sea, blue as the corn Blue as the baby, never will be born Oh, oh
West Of Roan - Bright
I'm asking all you brothers of mine Where's the story of your body like mine? There's a woman standing waist-deep in the sand And the river 'round her
West Of Roan - All the Water
They come to me at night In the dark when I'm asleep They say "Come away, away and down Way and down." We go together to the forest I see her running in
West Of Roan - The Beran
"The Beran, fly low, low and dark" they call in my own tongue But I don't speak this language They are the ones who carry, bear me away They open up the door, come
West Of Roan - By All the Light
We will write a song by all the light that's left To carry our tongues the dying of the day Through the rising year we'll bear within our hearts The flame that we kept going in
West Of Roan - Fly
Over the ridges Over the valleys We fly Mother saw her mother call Felt the wish upon her tongue To fly Mother, mother, take this love Place it on your
West Of Roan - Our Own Bodies
We gather bodies from the roadside And take them to our chamber Light a candle, say what we find That the spirit has gone away We place a blade beneath the chin And
