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Golden Frame
04:46
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Sleepy, steely Sunday city, young men rise to greet the day.
Haversacks and boots are waiting, city lads are on their way
(to) leave behind the forge and foundry, and the blinding furnace glare,
Quit the smoke and shun the steel-dust, fill their lungs with Peakland air.
Break from hurling incandescence in the teeth of rolling mills,
Join the swelling ranks of freemen leaving footprints in the hills.
Sunrise over Ladybower brings a sight that can’t be told.
Leave your lakes of molten metal for reservoirs of liquid gold.
From Attercliffe and Parson Cross, from Sharrow and from Crookes they came
Six days in the dirty picture, Sundays in its Golden Frame
In the steps of trespassers who broke the law to free the land,
Came my father and his brothers, joined the ever-growing band.
Who blessed the courage of brave souls from both sides of the Pennine Chain
Who risked their freedom on the moors to open up the Golden Frame.
Moors that were for landed gentry taking sport from shooting game,
Now belong to landed people, worker, gaffer just the same.
Views that were the rich-man’s fiefdom, tors and valleys, setting suns,
Choruses of sweetest birdsong now belong to everyone.
Sprinting down to Heeley station, barely catch the leaving train.
Six days in the dirty picture, Sundays in its Golden Frame
Sabbath day is hallowed to them, pilgrims who are not afraid
To leave the stone and stained-glass temples for the one that God has made.
Kinder Scout their highest altar, Derwent’s rocky banks their pews.
How lovely on the mountains are the feet of people free to choose.
Camera captures memories to share with family what they’ve seen.
Tread the gorse and smell the heather, leave no trace of where they’ve been.
Foaming tankards, open fires. Fellowship to end the day,
Draining every drop of joy before they must be on their way.
Raucous songs in bass and tenor raise the sacred, sweet refrain,
Six days in the dirty picture, Sundays in its Golden Frame
Train transports the falling angels back to earth from heaven’s gate.
Kitchen’s heat will steam your glasses, supper’s warming on the grate.
Turn your thoughts to Monday morning, fall into contented sleep
Rise up early, punch the clock and tread the mill to earn your keep.
Every waking, working moment, every thought is just the same,
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2. |
So Bad
03:03
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As the breeze plays games with the papers on the pavement,
and another new day starts to make its shallow promises,
I know I'll see you come sunshine or rain.
And I know I'll have to nurse the hurt again.
Now I'm not impulsive, it's just not my style,
but it takes all my willpower not to kiss your smile.
Holding back these dry tears is my life's work.
I want you so bad that it hurts.
And any fool can see how out of reach you are to me!
You'd think I'd have given up by now.
But it's funny how those old feelings just creep up on me,
and I find myself crying out loud.
Gliding around in the dirty streets.
City girl with wings on your feet.
Swan in the suburbs, gemstone in the city dirt.
I want you so bad that it hurts.
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Instrumental
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4. |
Sarah
04:18
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She showed me the sunshine in a daisy on the lawn,
She showed me a Sunday that had only just been born.
She showed me a moon that I had never seen before
And a star that came out just for her as we stood on the shore.
Sarah. I was gazing at shellfish ‘til you showed me there were pearls.
Sarah. Be patient with me I’m still learning about the world.
I’m a man who knows about the workings of the world,
Not much I can learn at my age from a little girl.
I’ve been educated, I am rational and wise,
But I’d trade my education just to see through Sarah’s eyes.
Sarah. My wings have been pinioned but yours are unfurled.
Sarah. Keep hold of my hand while I’m finding my way through the world.
And as you learn all they can teach you.
And become more worldly wise,
Little sweetheart I beseech you,
Never lose your childlike eyes.
Now she’s asking questions and her head is on one side,
Now she runs towards me and her arms are open wide.
Now she’s seeking comfort in the middle of the night.
Now she holds me tightly, tells me everything’s alright.
Sarah. Who put so much wisdom in one little girl?
Sarah. Don’t rush to get older, you’ve got all the time in the world.
All the time in the world.
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For You
02:17
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Just for the sake of simplicity, I wrote this song for you.
Just for the sake of posterity, I'd like you to learn it through.
It isn't very hard, the words are simple and the chords are too.
But remember as you go on your way that I wrote it for you.
I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say.
You might find that a few of my words will help you along your way.
And if you take with you all the love that I gave to you,
then please remember me as you sing my song through.
This song may have set you thinking and I rather hoped that it would.
If by chance it has set you thinking I'm glad, because it's done some good.
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6. |
Fields of Sweet Barley
03:59
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The sunshine has kissed me, my skin has turned brown.
It doesn't seem long ago that the seeds were sown.
The afternoon heat warms the flowers that grow.
And the fields of sweet barley are where I must go.
Where there's fields of sweet barley and barns full of grain,
I'm starting the cycle all over again.
To the stones by the river, the old waterwheel,
where even reality doesn't seem real.
Nature is spinning her yarns for the world,
and the giant wings of summer are slowly unfurled.
We sleep, unsuspecting, the change will go on.
Silently, magically the path has begun,
and it's winding unthinkingly into the past.
You try to hold time, but it's spinning too fast.
I wake up at dawn and look back where I've been.
The fantasies lie where they founded my dream.
But the fields of sweet barley still laugh as they stand,
and it's there I will walk one day, holding your hand.
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Deltics
03:59
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Days off school and summer sunshine are the stuff of schoolboy dreams,
Through the tar-distiller’s sidings, see the saddle-tank in steam.
Through the gap in the embankment, mind the nettles by the track,
Sure I know I shouldn’t be there, so I stand a long way back.
In the Flying Scotsman’s steps these trains are Caledonia-bound.
Conscious only of my breathing, I need make no other sound.
Hear the birdsong in the breezeless silence of the afternoon.
Silence breaks, the rails are singing. There’s a Deltic coming soon.
Circumstances. Just this once enjoying my own company,
But when these monsters thunder by, I wish my friend were here with me.
Dragging through the summer term we long for holidays to start.
Six weeks, my best friend and I are seldom ever seen apart.
By the weeds and trackside hardware lying down between the rocks
Two bikes wait for their young riders. They are in the signal box.
Later years we’d both be chasing some Rebecca, Sue or Kate,
We help each other ‘til she’d chosen which of us she wants to date.
In the quarry, watch the sunset burn the hills with orange light.
Sharing nature’s inspiration. We will write a song tonight.
Little things can still remind me how at one we used to be.
How suddenly we’d both start singing same song, same time and same key.
People talk of their lost childhood, I believe there’s no such thing.
This is where we write the notes that harmonise the songs we’ll sing.
Though we’re dreaming other dreams and marching to our different drums,
Every moment of those days has shaped the men that we’ve become.
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8. |
Becoming the Elders
03:28
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9. |
The Road
03:11
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The road that I have chosen is steep and it is narrow
but you call. And I come.
And often I am fearful of the way that it unravels,
but you take my hand and lead me on.
There are times when I feel certain that I can’t go any further,
bruised and bleeding from the jagged stones.
But I rise and I continue, in my heart I know
I never take a single step alone.
And when the road is easier you are walking by my side,
and we talk of heaven’s glories as we go.
Your arm around my shoulder like a tender loving brother,
and I thank you for the wonders that you show.
There are streams and there are pastures, deep and silent waters
where I’m called to rest, but never called to stay.
There are journeys to discover, places still unseen,
and mountain tops to take my breath away.
The road that I am walking doesn’t have too many signposts,
and the map I drew was torn up long ago.
Your call is just to trust you, and put my hand in yours,
and to follow you to where we have to go.
And just like your apostle, I say I don’t know where we’re going,
how can I hope to see the journey through?
And like Thomas did before me I hear your soft reply.
“I am the journey and its destination too”.
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10. |
Dove
04:41
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"Hey," the white dove said to me,
"I'll take you where you want to be,
high above the woolen clouds, close on to the sky.
Show you sights you've never seen, take you where no-one has been,
where sight will take your breath away, that is where we'll fly."
I hesitated thoughtfully and dreamed a dream a while.
Then my mind broke into laughter and my heart into a smile.
"I will borrow your wings!
I will follow you wherever you are flying.
I will sail your heavens with you,
where I hear seagulls crying."
So I climbed upon her wings,
she showed me a thousand things
I never thought I'd ever see before my dying day.
The golden gates into beyond,
the rainbow path into the sun,
the travellers passing waved to me as they went on their way.
The silver lining of the clouds, the stars that pierced the night.
A snowbird on her golden nest, clothed in robes of ligh.
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11. |
Go Well
02:21
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Go well this night, and travel safe,
Let no misfortune mar your way.
Keep this good company in your heart and mind
Until we meet on another day.
Good gentlemen and ladies all,
In whose sweet company I do delight
Cherish the fellowship that we have shared
And all the songs we have sung tonight.
These tunes and songs that we have shared
Will travel with us in our minds and hearts
And call to memory feelings of good cheer,
Keep us together when we’re apart.
God bless us all as we depart,
And bless our friends and all our families dear.
And guide us safe to where we rest our heads,
Until again we are gathered here.
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Ian Price England, UK
Ian Price is a Sheffield based singer, songwriter and instrumentalist. In a long career he has played with a variety of collaborators and bands, and is currently a member of folk band Some Antics. He's also played the lead on stage in Joseph, Godspell and Jesus Christ Superstar, and was musical director for several performances of the Alan Cullen play "Stirrings in Sheffield" ... more
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