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Talking of the EndBy Robin WilliamsonÊRobin: oud, violin, guitar, lead vocal, whistle, cymbalsHeron: organ, sitar, vocalsLikky: harmonium, organ, vocals, small hand drumsMalcolm: harpsichord, vocals, hand drumsStan Lee: pedal steel guitarÊtalking of the endtalking of the endlet me hear you say you disagreetalking of the endtalking of the endlet me hear you say it will not beÊthis is no time for easy ridingthis is no time to crybetter start to play your partstart to live before you start to dieÊdream the world all alivebusily conspiring humming like a hivedream the world all aliveI dream it as merise as fair and tender leavesbrightening in countless eyesand the sweet song of whales beneath the seaÊif I could sing only one song I'd sing of youÊÊ

Dear Old BattlefieldBy Robin WilliamsonÊRobin: rhythm guitar, vocalsHeron: lead guitarLikky: organ, vocalsMalcolm: bassGerry Conway: drumsÊjust another rusty brotherseeing his old role replayedlooking in the world like a broken mirrorseeing his old face displayedthey come and go, come and gowhy do you advertise goodbyeliving a lie will lay you low, what can I tell you, what can I sell youbut the truth will make you highÊdeath is unreal that's the way I feelthere's more to be revealedlovers and friends meet again and againon the dear old battlefieldÊI will see my memory lightly let me goI know that we will always be but time pass fast and slowagelong cradlesong almost had me sleeping for goodif not for the plan of the magic man who finally helped me out of the wood.ÊÊ

Cosmic BoyLyrics by McKechnie, music by Mike HeronÊLikky: vocalsHeron: pianoÊI'm calling to youmy cosmic boyfor I want to say helloand I see you smileyour shining joyah you look so highyou look so highÊand I shall dance for youthe sweetest dance that I can do yes I shall dance the sweetest dance I canÊah you're looking so fine nowal soft-eyed and shineyand when you look how you areI'm so proud you are a friend of mineÊand I shall dance for youthe sweetest dance that I can do yes I shall dance the sweetest dance I canall along the soft pink clouds yeson the rolling clouds endlessÊÊ

Worlds They Rise and FallBy Mike HeronÊHeron: harmonium, guitars, bass, piano, vocalsRobin: cello, oboe, violinÊworlds they rise and fall within her eyesshe gives the eagle wingsto fly her skiesupon her breath the four worlds live and dieand sometimesits all I can do is bow to herÊchorus:but when the moon is misty through the treesright now she says I want to beyour girl, your little girlÊstars they rise and fade, around her dancefor her the steep is climbedthe gulf is spannedshe lives, she lives, the bards sing, around her standand sometimesits all I can do is bow to herÊchorus:ÊÊ

Evolution RagBy Robin WilliamsonÊRobin: mandolin, kazoo, vocalsHeron: organLikky: bass, kazooMalcolm: kazoo, vocals, swansee whistle, percussionÊwe're the fish men or the sea apeslook at our tails and scalesand out big tough leader away he wailshe thinks he is the king pin but he's outracedby the little weedy stranger with the grin on his facebut that is the illusionist the circus manand the whole man murdering sea is his caravan (it leaks)Êeat air croquettes my children dearif you want to save yourself time and tearshistory picnickers follow meevolution up the slopes of the seaÊout on the land out on the land singing hurraywhile a million years pass by and we get well on out waygrandma clears the trash left by previous picnic slavesand with just one swipe of her ragged fins she uncovers the cavessinging billy go store the map safely undergroundhe does but what is this that he has foundÊthe map has gone how will we grow oldgrandma's tears made the barbecue coldI fing myself saying here's where I came inthe illusionist has vanished like a red hot ginÊÊ


Painted ChariotBy Mike HeronÊHeron: guitar, lead vocalRobin: bass, oboe, vocalsLikky: organ vocalsMalcolm: mandolin, vocalsGerry Conway: drumsÊonly a painted chariot but it took you so far into the rainand the coachman slapped his fiston the chariot in the misthe said look here sonny, can't you see its as real as painsee this fine chariot, won't you ride itI'm the coachman, won't you trust me to guide itand it's only a painted chariotÊdon't you trust that coachmanhe doesn't want you to be freeÊthen you got high, deep sigh, much more, where's the doorÊhear the old prayers, find the wise playersÊÊ

Adam and EveBy Robin WilliamsonÊRobin: percussion, electric guitar, lead vocalHeron: electric piano, vocalsLikky: clashers, vocalsMalcolm: vocals, whistle Stan Lee: bassGerry Conway: drumsÊonce before the world beganGod was sitting in the skyhe began to get some mud togethero I wonder whyÊfirst he made a manand then he made a womanmr. Adam and miss Evethey began to be quite good friends as I can well believeÊo remember that morningremember that timetake a warningwhen you see the signÊEve was sitting in the gardenwhen in came a serpentmiss Eve take this applegive it to your mangive it to your manI don't want ito Adam give it a tryo give it a tryÊfriends if you're travellingnever go taking an apple from a snakeif you do I'll tell you trueyou make a big mistakeÊÊ

Red HairBy Mike HeronÊHeron: guitar, piano, harmonium, vocalsRobin: celloLikky: pipe organÊstepping out of the grey day she cameher red hair falling like the skylove held them there in that moment with the whole world passing byÊhe could look through all of his booksand not find a line that would doto tell of changes he could feel her make in himjust by being thereÊso good just to walk in the lightmay the moon shine down on love every nightsometimes it seems the only things realare what we are and what we feelÊÊ

Here Till Here Is ThereBy Robin WilliamsonÊRobin: bass recorder, vocalsHeron: fluteLikky: vocalsMalcolm: tenor recorderÊwhere will you gowhen days grow short and winds grow coldand green leaves are shakenthere was a road as once I sawwound with bright ivies and trumpeting hawsof whitest sand embroidered with flowersthat very few had takenÊwhere will you gowhile rivers run and days eat daysand white stars are piningin hopes more true in hearts more gayin love that is stronger and brighter that dayin hands that heal in thoughts that playin all eyes shiningÊwhy do we talk of go and stay?we will all be here til here is thereÊÊ

TreeBy Mike HeronÊHeron: piano, vocalsRobin: mandolin, vocalsLikky: tambourine, vocalsMalcolm: bazoukiÊI had a treein the dream hills where my childhood layand I'd go there in the wide long daysand my tree would listen to all that I'd sayand the sun was shinging brightly and the sky was smilingÊthen one day when the world had put me in its tomband my life was just an empty roomI went to my tree and I sat there in my gloomand the light was fading dimly and the sky ws cryingÊthen my tree bent its branches low down to the groundand its green leaves shrouded up my mindand I left the world somewhere behindand I didn not know what I would findand the sun was shining brightly and the sky was smilingÊÊ

Darling BelleBy Robin WilliamsonÊLikky: vocalsRobin: guitar, oboe, flute, banjo, string arrangements, vocalsHeron: bass, piano, vocalsMalcolm: glockenspiel, harmonica, clarinet, church organ, vocalsÊpapa would take me to the park to see the swansby hansom cab trotting so highholding his hand to see the swanshissing louder than rustling dresses of gracious ladies bustling byÊsee swan ships come sailing inwhite as the clouds on a windy dayÊJames I suppose would be in schoolJames I suppose would be in schoolÊI was I was learning to spelllaughing at loud smellsavoiding the rod of the codfaced masterwas it your absence made me quiet at noonplaying british bulldogs on the gravelwas it your presence coloured my dreamI burrowed in cupboards like a mole all saturdayunder old chairs and old ladies kneesI framed your half remembered facewith frail white embroideriescalling for you down the mousey gardencalling for you down the mousey gardenÊo did you meet him at the balleighteen years ontall soldier now and you full grownBelle did you meet him at the ballÊo do you remember methin girl with cold handsyou in your scarlet and you knew my namestep to the veranda under the wisteriain the mysterious novemberdancing as if with death or fateto the moon black ballroomof the silk skinned lakekissing me you lifted my skirtunder the willow treesÊkeep the home fires burningthough your heart is yearningthough the boys are far awaythey dream of homethere's a silver liningin the dark clouds shiningturn that lining inside outtill the boys come homeÊo did I see you march to the traindid I cry was my nose redmy two day bride can you feel me in your memoryI will be the redness in your iron firehow could i writemy words would seem sad or gaywe regret to inform youwe regret to inform youÊmeet me by gaslight in the dark dawnon waterloo bridge we will walk arm in armhearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy dewwhen we are deadwhen we are deadÊnow she sits in her brother's window's houseskin like a lizard aura like a daffodilmigrant guest from relative to inlawshe stares into the embers and remembers