Old Wives Tales
The Cobbler
Take my hand to the wondrous land of lolipop tress of pepermint
flowers all things make believe Come with me said a man
with eyes that sparkled with glee and rainbow lips that smiled up at me
CHORUS
Oh, tell me where he roams
The cobbler
Light of good hope
Say hello to gum drops and trolls and fountains of gold of teacup
boats on saucers of foam Then we stole away to his home
of wafers and creme and he told me this wasn't a dream
And It Feels Like Old Times
Mother is churning butter by the old barn Bee's are a buzzin
'roundabout by the pond Pies in the oven are baking by
embers I was a young boy afraid of the future
CHORUS
Take me back there
Take me to the days of old
When dreams were born in us
Take me back there
Take me to the warmth of home
The absence of sadness
Father is mending the fence by the back field And oh how I long
for the old days Of riding on old roads and being
together Sharing the stories of our hearts
And it feels like old times
It feels like old times.......
*Dedicated to John and Lorraine Martin
Burgundy Years
[remix]
Dark the days that beckon me throughout the Northland country But
there was hope once in my heart when minstreals sang
sweet their song From the cup you made me drink the
potions of uncertainty My love never did perish I've kept
the memories inside
CHORUS
Burgundy Years
I remember everything
Burgundy Years
Death tolls ever dark its cheers
Blood it lingers still yet stirring where goodwill was once
enderaing I've become the caretaker dutifully a saint
forlorn Marriage to the brotherhood by oaths sworn in
magicians wood The martyr of my Christian name slain by
the scarlet crusades
Shall the words of misfits spoken be treated as jesters tokens
There is but a glimmer full of the dim light you have
cast In time all heroes depart There was hope once in my heart
Original version found on We are the music makers
Old Wives Tales
Old wives tales come The morning of the first snow when the
fairies sing and dew drops fall The forest becomes
beautiful for all
CHORUS
Old wives tales come
For the old and young
Old wives tales come The bumble bees and willow trees and pixie
dust are in the air The half moon smiles and sleeps
without a care
Marigoldeness
Spiral to the treasure chest the painted tops a pretty dress
She'll catch them if she can and through the stairways of
the castle she flies, hoping for the bridge to open
Springtime once again ends
CHORUS
I'm blessed with her marigoldeness
I'm blessed with her marigoldeness
She dreams of a splendor cone of strawberry and honey comb In
forest of delight I'm made to tend the ever blooming
flowers our lives are rich in these still hours And I'll
remember these things
The Golden Age
The golden age for us We meet under great oaks The solitude and
charm We forget and lose ourselves
CHORUS
The golden age
The golden age
A tender age for us But these years will soon be past And all that
is fortold Reminds us that nothing last
Candy Can Carriage[remix]
[lost in the forest]
CHORUS
oh what can I do
when you break my heart in two
oh what can I feel
when you break my heart in pieces
Pink a snow sleigh ride you were good, you were kind And the magic
book defines to be young and in love is a gift laced in
gold All the years have made me scared just give me
something to share
"Better bees than bears" is what you used to say As the pollen
filled the air And the junebugs would sing we made sun
cloured rings And I'd kiss you in the trees and you said
you'd never leave
Orginal version found on Melody
I Beam, You Beam
[remix]
Laser boy I'm called the one who makes and creates toys For
imaginations to become what they were once Long before
the hour glass was cast we were ageless Coloring the
phantom ghost of time with our last breath
CHORUS
I Beam, You Beam
I Beam, You Beam
There's nowhere else for love to bury deep herself
Or scorn, the last parting sigh
Of stillborn saintly souls
Arise my love
Eager for the march through rainbow arch I proclaim much All the
ancient fathers rest their heads in observed watch
Wizards bring a dark curse to the land with wand in hand
From a book of black words comes the name of a lamb slain
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