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           Lezlie Revelle

Lyrics - Page 3

Fool’s Moon -Page 1

that little girl - Page 2

Lullabies and Longings - Page 3

Time To Ride - Page 4

Weaver

A cold night in November
A campfire in the woods
He couldn't remember
The last time he'd had drink or food

So he offered to tend their tattered rags
And mend the rents in their fallen flags
An old band of jesters on the road
Sharing drink and sharing stories 'gainst the cold

He said maybe with your mended scraps
You'll draw more crowd in Colwyn Bay
They laughed, you don't know who we are perhaps
We've better odds in Cartershay

Then those grizzled fools began to sing
About death and life, broken, growing things
A band of old jesters on the road
Sharing drink and sharing stories 'gainst the cold

He sat outside the fire
Listening to them laugh and weep and sing
He longed for his own funeral pyre
A mound of ashes from which he could take wing

The tailor put his sewing down
Began to whisper one of his own
He joined them at the fire
The wildness of those windswept gnomes drove his courage higher
He shouted down the night, crashed down the door
He'd put his needle down forevermore

When he woke in the morning
Of course he woke alone
He'd have thought it dreaming
But their rags and flags lay all around

Quite fine enough to peddle his ware
Stitching cloth and stitching stories with equal flair
So he gathered the fabric in his bag
With thread and needles, he shouldered his pack
Just a tailor on the road
Sharing cloth and sharing stories 'gainst the cold


For You

It’s late at night
I shut out the light and think of you
How will I be more than me
Now there’s you

Lying here wrapped in my fear
In my white steel bed
As morning comes, the questions run
Running through my head

Will I be smart enough
Will I be kind enough
Will be strong enough for you


Jamie’s Lament

Many long years ago or so my tale unfolds
A young man on a hill, seventeen years old
All that he wanted was to stay away from force
But when his father died the people made a choice
They looked to him

The land had been besieged early in the fall
His father had picked up his sword, answering the call
Young Jamie was sent to the hills to weather out the storm
But when the word came up their fear turned to alarm
They looked to him

Picking up his father’s sword he walked upon that hill
As he was anointed, the crowds around grew still
Crying out his father’s name, the sword raised to the sky
He defied the gods who’d called his father out to die
But they looked to him

The rage that filled young jamie’s soul was not to be withstood
Invaders fell before his wrath, his eyes were filled with blood
At the end he ran and fell to his knees upon that hill
Begging to be freed from his destiny, but still
They looked to him

Many lives had come and gone when he stood upon that hill again
Maybe this time he was free and finished with the woes of men
He laid his sword aside and prayed to those gods he’d denied
But he opened his eyes and saw that he could never hide
They looked to him


Dark-Haired Jimmy Owen

Silken coat for you to wear, dark-haired Jimmy Owen
Silver buckles for your shoes, dark-haired Jimmy Owen
A hat to frame your face so fair
I gave you all that I could spare
There was none that could compare with dark-haired Jimmy Owen

Saw you at the marketplace, dark-haired Jimmy Owen
Your arms around another maid, dark-haired Jimmy Owen
Then you bent to kiss her face
A memory I wish I could erase
Then you disappeared without a trace, dark-haired Jimmy Owen

You know I laid me down to die, dark-haired Jimmy Owen
Looking out across the moor, dark-haired Jimmy Owen
Staring up at the night sky
The bigness swallowed up my cry
Why should I weep when I can fly, dark-haired Jimmy Owen

I’ll join the gypsies when they go, dark-haired Jimmy Owen
Be like the free bird on the wind, dark-haired Jimmy Owen
Like my mother long ago
I’ll take the roads that I’ve been shown
My sweetness will remain unknown to dark-haired Jimmy Owen

Now you come knocking at my door, dark-haired Jimmy Owen
To lay your flowers at my feet, dark-haired Jimmy Owen
And put your knee upon my floor
But you will find I’m there no more
‘cause I’m no longer waiting there for dark-haired Jimmy Owen

Yes I’m no longer waiting there for dark-haired Jimmy Owen
I’m no longer waiting there for dark-haired Jimmy Owen


Gently, Gently

Gently, gently you wash over me
Softly, softly like waves against the shore
You are an angel floating on the sea of me

Gently, gently you wash over me
Purely, clearly like the laughter of a child
You are the promise of what is to be

Gently, gently you wash over me
Softly glistening like moonlight on a field
You are the silence of a peaceful memory

Gently, gently you wash over me
Softly, singing like the whisper of a prayer
I am a dreamer, you are the dream

Gently, gently you wash over me
Gently, gently you wash over me
Gently, gently….


O My Lover Was A Gypsy Boy

O my lover was a gypsy boy
With hair as dark as coal
He had a fine stallion that ran like the wind
And we often went riding till morning was old
One day he left without saying goodbye
Now I must go find him and ask him why

O my lover was a gypsy boy
With eyes as black as pitch
He had a fine squeezebox that sang like the stars
And he often would play it till I was bewitched
One day he left without saying goodbye
Now I must go find him and ask him why

O my lover was a gypsy boy
With skin as gold as honey
He had a find soul that was free as the sky
And we traveled to far shores with no thought of money
One day he left without saying goodbye
Now I must go find him and ask him why

O my lover was a gypsy boy
But now he’s gone away
He has a fine grave that’s still as the void
Where I take him fresh flowers and sing every day
For one day he left without saying goodbye
Now I must go find him and ask him why

Now and Then

I remember how it used to be
When we were young enough
To believe we could be free
From the fears of our fathers and our mothers’ giving in
From longing and loneliness and guilt without sin
But this is now and that was then

I remember when things were simpler then
At least they seem to be in my memory
But if I think a little deeper I remember all the tears
And nights spent in my mother’s arms where I cried for years
But that was then and this is now

I remember a stranger said to me
If I must have regrets I will choose for them to be
Things I’ve done instead of life that’s passed me by
Some days I think he’s right, some days the price is just too high
To trade a now for a then

I’ll remember when I’ll be much older then
I hope what I recall
Is that I lived through it all
With love in my heart and hope in my soul
A passion that sustained me toward every goal
I’ve got to live each moment and do the best I can
Because all I’ve got to work with is the day at hand
This is now…


Waiting

She is always waiting
Waiting for the show to start
Waiting for the lights to light
Waiting for the curtain to part
She lives her life upon a stage
Listening for her cues
Listening for direction
Listening for someone who’s in charge of all this madness
Someone to help her find

Her dreams are in a bottle
Sitting on a little shelf
Sitting in a little room
Sitting there all by herself
She plays the part she wants to be
Acting out the circumstance
Acting out the commonplace
Acting for no audience but the spider in the corner
Whose web begins to bind

Her eyes begin to fade away
Who will free her from this web
Who will dress her for the show
Who will get her daily bread
Tomorrow is another day
But what is it comes after that
What is that that’s in her hand
What could be the epithet
For someone who never lived


Little Mary

Little Mary put your sewing down
Little Mary turn yourself around
Don’t be frightened by angels coming down

On second thought, I know this all is new
And you may think that it’s all come too soon
But don’t let your fear make up your mind for you

Free will isn’t really free
But do you really want to spend the energy
To count the cost of what you’re meant to be

Sometimes it’s hard to walk out through that door
Into the glory of a growing storm
We’re hopeful, battered, overwhelmed and worn

Aren’t we really all just boys and girls
Trying to make it in this mixed up world
When the question comes what are you gonna do
Mary wondered too

Free will is never really free
But do you really want to spend the energy
To count the cost of what you’re meant to be

Little Mary pondered all these things
In her heart and then she spread her wings
She laughed, she cried and maybe even sang

She took a breath and said

Little Mary put your sewing down
Little Mary turn yourself around
I know you’re frightened but what’s so new with that

I’m gonna live all the life there is to live
Gonna give everything I have to give
Gonna take my task and see it through


So Long, My Friend

As I went out one foggy morn
I saw a dragonfly
She made me think of you, my friend
And how quickly life flows by

So long, my friend, farewell, my friend
Our time here is sadly over
But we shall meet again, my friend
One day by the banks of the river

Now go from here my bonnie friend
And don’t you look behind
No further can I walk with you
But there’s no time to cry

So long, my friend, farewell, my friend
Our time here is sadly over
But we shall meet again, my friend
One day by the banks of the river

Now when the time has come, my friend
And when our work is done
I’ll meet you at the docks, my friend
And the boats will take us home

So long, my friend, farewell, my friend
Our time here is sadly over
But we shall meet again, my friend
One day by the banks of the river


This Time

Once I was a young boy
Living in the woods
When the people found me
They said it was for good
That they took me to their temple
Made me kneel before the throne
Of a god I'd never heard of
Who fed on blood and bone....

Once I was a young girl
Pretty ribbons in my hair
I believed in magic
I breathed it everywhere
Until they saw me dancing
Until they found me out
"It's too late to save her"
They chanted as I drowned....

The train pulled from the station
I remember that I cried
I knew I had to leave them
I knew I had to run and hide
Was I wrong to take my chances
Was I wrong to want to live
Now the camps are empty
Tell me who is left to forgive me....

All songs written by Lezlie Revelle and published by Katie Sounds (BMI) and Max Berry Music (BMI)

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