Wear Your Love Like Heaven Colour in sky prussian blue Scarlet fleece changes hue Crimson ball sinks from view Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (wear your love) Lord kiss me once more Fill me with song Allah kiss me once more That I may that I may Wear my love like heaven (wear my love like) Wear my love like heaven (wear my love) La la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-la Colour sky havana lake Colour sky rose carmethene Alizarian crimson Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (wear your love) Lord kiss me once more Fill me with song Allah kiss me once more That I may that I may Wear my love like heaven (wear my love like) Wear my love like heaven (wear my love) La la la-la-la la-la-la la-la-la Can I believe what I see All I have wished for will be All our race proud and free Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (wear your love like) Wear your love like heaven (wear your love) Lord kiss me once more Fill me with song Allah kiss me once more That I may that I may Wear my love like heaven (wear my love like) Wear my love like heaven (wear my love) Mad John's Escape Mad John came down from Birmingham very hastily and from Borstal he had ran he made it down to Torquay good boy Mad John Mad John holed up in an allotment shed by a railroad siding in came the man for the watering can he didn't see John hiding good boy Mad John chorus: mad mad Mad John etc. Mad John met Jill in a transport cafe by the juke box loud and over double eggs chips and beans "Skip-A-Long Sam" (no lyrics) "Sun" (no lyrics) There Was a Time There was a time I thought of mine only Could it be occurred to me while lonely I was noble personage Born to beautify the page If I used time to set it down There was a time I thought of mine only Could it be occured to me while lonely I was of high lineage Cast up in a dreadful age Born to be the hermit of my line On a windy Saturday St. Alban's market day Little did I know the work I was to do Or the love I had to show Oh Gosh With your coat of many colours and the flowers in your hair you may while away the pleasant hours to think upon all that is fair think about it you'll agree many miracles you'll see miracles you'll seee ee you'll see ee ee see ee ee With the baby in your belly and the poems on your tongue you may chance to see me on your telly giving love to the newborn one to look upon and to touch oh gosh life is really too much life is really too much you'll seee ee ee seee ee ee Little Boy In Corduroy Donovan a little boy in corduroy a little girl in lace a little coy jump for joy colour in a space little boy in corduroy after me say save a sunny wish for a rainy day how many wishes can you wish in a day wish i had a wish to wish a wish away take a seed thread a bead make a pretty thing in a deed plant a seed make a daisy ring little boy in corduroy after me say how many wishes can you wish in a day i wish i had a wish to wish a wish away little boy in corduroy Under the Greenwood Tree under the greenwood tree who loves to lie with me and tune his merry note unto the sweet bird's come hither come hither come hither here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather Who doth ambition shun and love to live in the sun seeking the food he eats and pleased with what he gets come hither come hither come hither here shall he see no enemy but winter and rough weather and if it do come to pass that any man turn ass leaving his wealth and ease a stubborn will to please ducdame ducdame ducdame there shall he see gross fools as he and if will come to me "The Land of Doesn't Have to Be" (no lyrics) "Someone's Singing" (no lyrics) "Song of the Naturalist's Wife" (no lyrics) The Enchanted Gypsy A day once dawned As sleepers yawned A day of leaves so green-i-o That a man rode high In the tinker’s sky And begged me to go running-o And follow the path of the Gypsy-o Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady-o And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running-o On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o I passed the glade And took near shade Beneath an oak so twisty-o And a vision I saw As the crow did craw No more did I go searching-o One the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady-o And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running-o On the trail of the Enchanted Gypsy-o His caravan Was painted by hand That’s touched every pebble in the ocean-o And the pictures there They move in thin air There forever telling-o The tails of the Enchanted Gypsy-o Seaweed clings to ruby rings On the fingers of my lady-o And the people in the town They would not look round To see me go running-o For to follow the path of the Gypsy-o (La la la la la la la la x6) Voyage into the Golden Screen Artist(Band):Donovan Leitch Review The Song (0) In the golden garden bird of peace Stands the silver girl the Wild Jewels niece Paints and pretty colors Children’s drawings on the wall Look of doubt I cast you out be gone your ragged call In the forest thick a trick of light Makes an image magnet to my sight Gown of purple velvet enchanted glazed eye The sound of wings and sparkling rings behold a crimson sky Tread to light so not to touch the grass Breathe the air so slowly as you pass Silent sudden dewdrop remains unseen until Eyes to fall to hidden call the power of Love and Will Symphonies of seaweed dance and swoon Surreal celestial shore beneath the moon See the dark and mighty peaks pierce the cumulus Violet and mauve they power you can sus’ Elvin fingers clutch a deep black cloak of fine damask Aged rock incarnate lie reveal a jeweled cask

ISLE OF ISLAY (Words and Music by Donovan Leitch) How high the gulls fly o'er Islay. How sad the farm lad deep in play. Felt like a grain on your sand. How well the sheep's bell music makes. Rovin' the cliff when fancy takes. Felt like the tide left me here. How blest the forest with birds' song. How neat the cut peat laid so long. Felt like a seed on your land. (Instrumental) How high the gulls fly o'er Islay. How sad the farm lad deep in play. Felt like the tide left me here. Felt like a grain on your sand. Felt like a grain on your sand. The Mandolin Man and His Secret He came into town with his mandolin Calling all the people and they came to him He said I want to hear all that's pretty He said I want to hear all that's nice They laughed at him with his mandolin They left him there with his funny grin He said I want to hear all that's pretty He said I want to hear all that's nice The children of the town then came to him Magic ??? with his mandolin He said I want to hear all that's pretty He said I want to hear all that's nice They smiled at him with his mandolin Their eyes like his were sparkling He said I want to hear all that's pretty He said I want to hear all that's nice They said d'you want to hear all that's pretty They said d'you want to hear all that's nice La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la Lay of the Last Tinker I can see by your eyes you're a good man, and the sparkle of the ring on your hand. You have a muzzled dancing monkey, a little cup in a hairy hand. Break cheese with me. Won't you break bread and have some wine? Break cheese with me. Won't you break bread and have some wine? A goat skinned tamborine what sites that has seen Blazing eyes of dances daughters of tinker queens. Break cheese with me. Won't you break bread and have some wine? Break cheese with me. Won't you break bread and have some wine? Ya hang your cloak in a gypsy fashin. I see a scar of an ancient lashing. Born a babe in Macedonia to the shounds of seas a-crashing. Break cheese with me. Won't you break bread and have some wine? Break cheese with me. Won't you break bread and have some wine? I can see by your eyes you're a good man, and the sparkle of the ring on your hand. You have a muzzled dancing monkey, a little cup in a hairy hand. I can see by your eyes you're a good man, and the sparkle of the ring on your hand. You have a muzzled dancing monkey, a little cup in a hairy hand. The Tinker and the Crab On the windy beach the sun is shining through with weather fair White horses riding on the seas pasture onto the sand Over the Dunes came a travelling man Sack on back Wild flowers in his hand Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand and stare Scratching his beard through the grass he steered his sandy shoe Disappearing in the dips pondering and wandering along Nice as you please comes the travelling man Drinking a bottle of milk in his hand Speaking to no one in particular but happily Down where the gulls dance driftwood lying drying for the fire Yellow beak and sleek now the gulls are crying flying higher Out from the sea came a little green Crab Taking the Sun the morning being very drab Old rusty cans, pebbles 'bedded in the sand stand and stare The Tinker and the Crab The Tinker and the Crab The Tinker and the Crab Widow With Shawl (A Portrait) Dear Wind that shakes the barley free Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail I a-weary wait upon the shore. Forsake her not in times of storm Protect her broken beams from harm, fill her sail I a-weary wait upon the shore. Whither he be in Africa or deep asleep in India, fill his dreams I a-weary wait upon the shore. Dear snow white gulls upon the way I, like you, am lamenting, for my love. I a-weary cry upon the shore. And in my chariot of sleep, I ride the vast and dream of deep deep sea. I awake a-weary on the shore. Seven years and Seven days, no man has seen my woman ways, dear God. I a-weary cry upon the shore. Along the shingled beach I go The wind about me as I make my way to my weary dream upon my bed. Dear Wind that shakes the bobbed fate Blow home my true love's ship to me, fill the sail. I a-weary wait upon the shore. The Lullaby of Spring Spring has showered frae a drip Splash and trickle running, Plant has flowered in the sand Shell and pebble sunning; So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries In the misty, tangled sky, Fast a wind is blowing In a new born rabbit's heart River life is flowing So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries From the dark and wetted soil, Petals are unfolding From the stony village >Kirke< Easter bells of old ring So begins another spring, Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries Spring has flowered frae a drip, Slash and trickle running Plant has flowered in the sun Shell and pebble sunning So begins another spring Green leaves under berries, Chiff-chaff eggs are painted by Mother bird eating cherries The Magpie The Magpie is a most illustrious bird dwells in a diamond tree one brings sorrow and one brings joy sorry and joy for me The Magpie is a most royal bird black and blue as night I would that I had feathers three black and blue and white I saw the gentle Magpie bird in the dusky yestereve one brings sorrow and one brings joy sorrow and joy for me.... sorrow and joy for me....

The lyrics from "A Gift from a Flower to a Garden" Starfish-On-The-Toast Artist(Band):Donovan Leitch Review The Song (0) Fine rock pooling coast this starfish on the toast the men in the crabbing boats they cry Far across the harbor and 'round the sandy cove the shepard with his pipe and sheepy drove big cloud tumbling high the amazing flying sky how the gulls are pillaging the town fan faring daffodilly trumpetingly small all along the bathing hut wall far across the empty beach the tide has left this world old men in tweed find study there Holding whelks and periwinkles tingling in his hand little does he know they hold him too Fine rock pooling coast this starfish on the coast the men in the crabbing boat they cry.... Epistle to Derroll Come all ye starry starfish living in the deep blue sea crawl to me i have proposition to make thee would you walk the north sea floor to Belgium from England Bring me word of a banjo man With a tattoo on his hand. The spokesman of the starfish spoke as spokesman should If’n you met our fee then certainly we would, If you cast a looking-glass upon the scallopped sand You'll have word o' this banjo man with a tattoo on his hand." Come ye starry starfish I know your ways are caped maybe its because your astrologically shaped, Converse with the herring shoals as I know you can Bring me word o' the banjo man with a tattoo on his hand." The eldest of the starfish spoke, after a sigh, Youthfull as you are young man you have a 'Wisdom Eye'; Surely you must know a looking-glass is made from sand? These youngfish are fooling you about this banjo man." Come then aged starfish Riddle me no more, for news I am weary and my heart is sore; All on the silent seashore, help me if you can, Tell to me if you know of this banjo man." All through the seven oceans I am a star, most famed, Many 'leggys' have I lost and many have I gained, Strange to say quite recently I've been to Fleming Land And if you are courteous I'll tell you all I can." You have my full attention I answered him with glee, His brother stars were twinkling in the sky above the sea So I sat there with rapt attention, on the sand, very anxious for to hear of the banjo man. I have seen this tattooed hand through a ship port-hole, Steaming on the watery main through the waves so cold, Heard his tinkling banjo and his voice so grand but you must come to Belgium to shake his tattooed hand." Gladly would I come oh gladly would I go, Had I not my work to do and my face to show, I rejoice to know he's well but I must go inland, thank you for the words you brought of the banjo man." I walked along the evening sand as charcoal clouds did shift revealing the moon shining on the pebble drift Contemplating every other word the starfish said whistly winds they filled my dreams in my dreaming bed. Writer in the Sun From the album mellow yellow The days of wine and roses are distant days for me. I dream of the last and the next affair and of girls I'll never see. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun. Tonight I trod in the starlight, I excused myself with a grin. I ponder the moon in a silver spoon and the little one 'live within. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun. The magazine girl poses on my glossy paper aeroplane Too many years I spent in the City playing with Mr. Loss and Gain. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun. I bathe in the sun of the morning, lemon circles swim in the tea Fishing for time with a wishing line and throwing it back in the sea. And here I sit, the retired writer in the sun, The retired writer in the sun and I'm blue, The retired writer in the sun. Season of the Witch From the album sunshine superman When I look out my window, Many sights to see. And when I look in my window, So many different people to be That it's strange, so strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch, Mm, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah, Must be the season of the witch. When I look over my shoulder, What do you think I see ? Some other cat looking over His shoulder at me And he's strange, sure he's strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch, Beatniks are out to make it rich, Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah, Must be the season of the witch. You've got to pick up every stitch, The rabbits running in the ditch, Beatniks are out to make it rich, Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch. When I look. When I look out my window, What do you think I see ? And when I look in my window, So many different people to be It's strange, sure it's strange. You've got to pick up every stitch, You've got to pick up every stitch, The rabbits running in the ditch, Oh no, must be the season of the witch, Must be the season of the witch, yeah, Must be the season of the witch. When I look, when I look.