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The Fox
04:18
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The willow weeps for the fox alone,
It's been many days since he's been home
By the spring, it grabbed him there,
Iron teeth on matted hair
At the top of the hill there lived a boy
His dreams filled with past joy.
He wanted not, but to run and play
Perhaps he'd see his friend today
Their summers spent on mountain tops
or hiding in fields of farmer's crops
The fox now struggled with all his might,
but the trap remained unbroken.
Now, through the woods the farmer walked
He carried, a gun to tend his flock
Remembering, how his children did play,
Would the fox, meet his end this way?
The trap is sprung, the fox now flees
He's having his taste, of sweet release
Soon he would, return to the farm
Back into, the child's arms
Now stumbling through on phantom limb
the fox decided to burrow
Now, through the woods the boy walked
Looking, for a sign of the fox
Finding, crimson trails of despair
Not losing hope, he didn't shed a tear.
Emerging through, a foggy haze
overwhelmed, a deep malaise
The final task, returning home
is it the same, as he had known
Now the fox and his family
Are no longer estranged.
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Cold Cold Ground
03:02
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I was travlin' one day through the country
When a vine covered cottage I found
I opened the door and there, through the floor,
Was nothing but the cold, cold, ground
In a cradle a baby was crying.
He was wrapped in an 'ol wedding gown,
And there by the cradle, his mother had died
She was lying on the cold, cold, ground
A note she clutched tight to her bosom
I opened it and here's what I found
"Please take my baby and keep him
And put my body in the cold cold ground".
My husband's gone away and left us
Now some other woman he's found
So please take my baby and keep him
Put my body in the cold cold ground
It's been 20 years since I've found him
Now he's happy, he's healthy, he's sound
He'll never know that his daddy ran away
And his mom is in the cold, cold, ground
No he'll never know that his daddy ran away
And his mom is in the cold, cold, ground.
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Farmhouse
03:58
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Twisted shutters, chipping paint
Once a home, the memory's faint
Fall into, disrepair
An old farmhouse, without a care.
Raising families, watching birth
Protecting you, gives me worth
My heart grows weary, embers cold
Chimney's fading, I'm growing old.
And now you'll find,
Through pieces left behind,
The story of a home,
On a hillside, all alone.
I'll tell you stories, give you love
Still exist, when you're up above
When I reach out, believe it true
Don't just think, I'm haunting you.
I'm no apparition, I'm not a ghost
Not divine, a blessed host
Nothing more, than a humble home
Raise your children, as my own.
And now you'll find,
A builder paid in kind,
Hearing a final plea,
Rebuild or let me be.
Rafters falling, falling, tumblin'
Chimney's shaking, shaking, crumblin'
Mantle's cracking, cracking, crumblin'
Porch is heaving, heaving and tumblin'
Foundation shuddering, shuddering, cracking
Stairs are dipping, dipping and snapping
Frames are bending, bending, twisting
Walls are swaying, swaying, listing
I feel the pull, of the moon and tide
Finally crossed, that great divide
Was nothing more than a humble home,
Use my lumber, to build your own.
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The Vagrant
03:10
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There's a vagrant man, with blood on his hands
But it's not your fault, nor mine.
Mistakes do not yield, to the keys he did wield
Another's fate set him forth.
A wanderer of towns,
Collector of things,
Now buried, marked on a map.
Leaving behind, his children would find,
An everlasting prize
Redeeming him, absolving his sins
Impacting on their lives
A father now in their eyes.
He carries on, lives life as a pawn
in this game he cannot win
Writing a note, his spirit invoked
to tell his tale down this path
"Now when you find, this map of mine
may it guide you on your way
To all of those things, buried in time
a reflection of you in I"
Leaving behind, his children would find,
an everlasting prize
Redeeming him, absolving his sins
Impacting on their lives
a father now in their eyes.
For now, you will see
but a hyperbole
These treasures,
Gave up for you
For what could have been
For a man, and his kin
This tale, starts
a new.
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