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1. no bird sang | 2. i have been loved | 3. awake awake | 4. a song from earth | 5. when the stars shine | 6. grey crow | 7. look at that old field | 8. sorrow's river | 9. lookout, lookout | 10. lay me down | 11. the fallen brances | 12. the curra road


1. no bird sang

No bird sang
And the stars they knew no dawn,
No bell rang, and no earthly colours shone,
No bird sang, no feathered son of song,
No bird sang
No solitary one.

No design
On the patterned paper ice,
No desire, from the molecule of life,
No design, no child’s scrawl in the sky,
No design, no treetop mountain high.

No empire,
Of the green and singing grass,
No snow fall on the petal kissing glass,
No empire, no age nor time in tow.
No empire, of sunburnt morning glow.

No footfall,
No step nor stair no hill,
No footfall, no pain nor ease nor pill,
No footfall, no laugh no tear, no sigh,
No football, no giggle no goodbye.

No word spoke
To the syllable of time, no wave broke, no accident of rhyme
No word spoke, no whisper no deny,
No wheel spoke, no kite sailed contour high.

‘Till a new colour was born, till a new colour was born.

©Ger Wolfe 2008

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2. i have been loved

If I can say I have been loved
It’s by your blessing that I speak
These precious words,
These precious words

I have been loved

The tree will grow and bear its fruit
It’s by your loving that the seed
Sings from the root

The river Time bears life along
The river tide bears life along
And by your waters we will sing
An endless song
The endless song

If I can say I have done wrong
And in your courage you forgive
This wicked man
I have been loved

If I am in some dungeon dark
The memory of one fleck of light
Will show the way
I have been loved

©Ger Wolfe 2008

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3. a song from earth

This is the song of earth
A distant trembling in the night
From under the burning sun
A green root singing through the dark

Out on your sailing ship
Far from the land you love
Petal and blossom born
The rain and the fields beyond

Over the waning moon
The stars of Heaven at your feet
Far from the planet towns
Up high above the flight of birds

Out in the sailing ship
Hear in the stillness born
Out of the green and blue
Rain and the fields beyond

Whisper the stillness now
A silence deep inside the heart
Measurer of your days
In every hour of your birth

Here is a song from earth
Out of the land we love
Out of the green and blue
Now is the hour of birth
Up to your sailing ship
Far from the land you love
Petal and blossom-born
The rain and the fields beyond

Here is a song from earth.

©Ger Wolfe 2008

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4. when the stars shine

When the stars shine bright as silvery tears,
And Heaven is a jewel in your eye,
And the World turns in a whisper of time
You can hear a little baby cry

Cry for water, man can walk on the moon,
Search the planets,
For a little of life,
While the bell tolls deep for everyone,
Hell is living day by day without a life.

When the sky cries tears of acid and rain,
And Heaven is a river in your veins,
And the earth turns, like a worm again,
You can feel a distant brother’s pain,

Cry for Harvest, man can engineer seed,
Split the atom,
Make a different breed,
While the bell tolls deep for everyone,
Hell is living day by day without a life.

©Ger Wolfe 2008

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5. grey crow

Now the grey crow stalks the dry land
Won’t you cry your tears of rain?
I can’t bend the years of pain into a rainbow or a branch of any
Tree where I can play
From the break till the close of day
As a child
As a child
As a child.

So I went down to the city
But I found no friendship there
Being sorrowful of care
With the burden I was given
By false sisters of the cross
In old days when I lay lost
As a child
As a child
As a child.

Now the bluebells fill the graveyard
And the blackbird sings the dawn
For the years that are now gone
Unforgotten and remembered
By the broken hearted one
Speak forgiveness now undone
By the child
By the child
By the child.

©Ger Wolfe 2000

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6. look at that old field

Look at that old field, and the way that that oak tree grows,
Welcome the new season of birth and the new bright rose,
Wake up from your dream and talk in your time of talk,
Pull on your new shoes, ‘fore the frost in the window goes.

Child at the door smile, though the morning is blue and grey,
Smoldering old wounds, of the broken heart simmer pain,
All that you would change, if only the dove flew free,
Whole worlds re-arrange, try to heal all the scars cut deep.

©Ger Wolfe 2007

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7. sorrow's river

Sorrows dark made me afraid in the star eyed night.
Sorrows dark made me afraid when the days stood bright

Love may be your guide
Maybe your guide may be your love.

Sorrow’s river brought me down to a bay of tears
Sorrow’s river brought me down covering in fear.

Sorrow’s cloud made me a child, smothering my heart
Sorrow’s cloud made me a child, lonesome and apart

Sorrow’s hand took my eyes sight, banished hope and peace,
Sorrow’s hand took my eyes blind prisoner unreleased.

That love may be your guide
Maybe your guide may be your love.

©Ger Wolfe 2000

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8. lookout, lookout

Lookout, lookout and heed the warning,
Hear how; hear how, the hollow voices ring,
I know I lie like the others who wait,
I know I stand in the chains of my fate.

But this is not a child of my womb
This is not a book in my room,
This is not a stone for my tomb

Drink deep, drink deep, and hear the talking,
Hear how hear how, the shallow voices sing
I know I cry like the others who blink,
I know I sail in the waters and sink,

But this is not a rope for my noose
This is not a blade to cut loose
This is not the dance that I choose.

Lie down, lie down and tomorrow will bring,
The sound the song of the willow and spring,
You know we climb all the mountains to home,
You know we trace all the tracks that we roam,

But this is not a river of stone,
This is not an island alone,
This is not an echo of bone,
This is not a world we can own.

Lookout, lookout and heed the warning.

©Ger Wolfe 2003

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9. lay me down

Lay me down when fields are dark
And the stars are frosted fast
Set like birds singing and far
Lay me down when fields are dark.
Lay me down when fields are dark.

Take my hand though the road is long
And the torture carry’s on
Hear the hawk and the killing song
Take my hand though the road is long.
Take my hand though the road is long

Dance my vision bleak and red
In your comfort loving head
Oh my eyes are colour dead
Dance my vision bleak and red
Dance my vision bleak and red

Lay me down, lay me down.

Bleed the grain and the sap will run
Root cut down below our ground
Search for seed the wings among
Bleed the grain and the sap will run

Lay me down between the days
When the sun sleeps high in hay
Set like waves at endless play
Lay me down between the days
Lay me down between the days.

©Ger Wolfe 1999

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10. take my hand

Take my hand, and I will waltz with you into the night,
Oh my love, there is a road through the valley of night,
There is a simple moon holding the stars,
Look at her brother asleep in the hills.

Whisper soft, look at the picture the morning has made,
All the dark gathered in corners, the shadows will fade,
There is the music of children and cars; there is no song like the rattle of guns,
There is the music of children and cars; there is no sound like the batter of guns.

All gone now, scattered the bottles and splintered the doors,
Under the earth, bury the hedge and the blossom of war,
Lie in the long grass the blue sky a ball, laugh in the yard with the newly born doves,
Lie in the long grass the blue sky a ball, laugh in the yard with the newly born doves.


©Ger Wolfe 2003

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11. the fallen branches

Take me down to the fallen branches,
Lying in cold winter clay,
Take me down to the broken bottle;
I will wipe the blood away.

I come like the wind of winter,
Come to toss your dreams around,
I come like the rain of morning,
Come to wash your river down.

Take me down to the fallen temple,
And the gods of stone and glass,
Scattered on the ground to trample,
Burnt away like the winter grass,

I come with the book of springtime,
The gospel written in your heart,
I come like the Son of morning,
A light to quench the dying dark,

©Ger Wolfe 1994

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12. the curra road

In the summer we’ll go walking,
Way down to the river, down the Curra Road.
Past the Robin on the gatepost,
Singing to the bluebells, sunlight is their host.
We won’t worry about the winter, worry about it raining, worry about the snow…
In the summer we’ll go walking, way down to the river, down the Curra road.


Past the cattle at their grazing,
Through the woods of Hazel, Holly, Birch and Oak.
Past the robin on the gatepost, singing to the bluebells, sunlight is their host.
We won’t worry about the traffic, worry about the radio, worry about the phone-
In the summer we’ll go waltzing, hand in hand together, down the Curra Road.

There is music in the river, listen to it dancing underneath the bridge
And the wind is hardly breathing words unto the willow
Branches overhead
We won’t worry about the government, worry about the video,
Worry about the day,
In the summer we’ll go laughing, way down to the river, down the dusty way.

©Ger Wolfe 2002

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