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Sad eyes, sad eyes
Where you going with that confidence? Sad eyes, sad eyes Where you going with that confidence? I'm going to where the boats go by Calidonia river flow so wide I'm going to where the boats go by Calidonia river flow so wide Still water, laying over Still water, laying over Still water, laying over Calidonia river oh so wide Wild eyes in the wilderness Where you going with the devil in hand? Wild eyes in the wilderness Where you going with the devil in hand? I'm going to build the bridges high For working money, for working money I'm going to climb the bridges high Calidonia brother far away Still water, I'm laying over Still water, lay my body down over Still water, laying over Calidonia river far away Sad eyes in the weary night Have you seen your brother? Have you seen your brother? Waiting by the river Grand Caledonia river oh so wide Going to where the rain falls Look for my brother, look for my brother Going to where the rain falls Caledonia river far away Still water, laying over Still water, lay my body down Still water, laying over Caledonia river far away |
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| 4:14 |
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Oh, oh deep water
Black and cold like the night I stand with arms wide open I've run a twisted line I'm a stranger In the eyes of the maker I could not see for the fog in my eyes I could not feel for the fear in my life And from across the great divide In the distance I saw a light Jean Baptiste Walking to me with the maker My body is bent and broken By a long and dangerous sleep I can't work the Fields of Abraham And turn my head away I'm not a stranger In the hands of the maker Brother John Have you seen the homeless daughters Standing there with broken wings I have seen the flaming swords There over east of Eden Burning in the eyes of the maker Burning in the eyes of the maker Burning in the eyes of the maker Burning in the eyes of the maker Oh river rise from your sleep |
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| 3:13 | 
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| 2:42 |
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Ma jolie, how do you do?
Mon nom est Jean-Guy Thibault-Leroux I come from East of Gatineau My name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie J'ai une maison Lafontaine Where we can live, if you marry me Une belle maison Lafontaine Where we will live, you and me O-oh Louise... ma jolie Louise Tous les matins au soleil I will work till work is done Tous les matins au soleil I did work till work is done And one day the foreman Said Jean-Guy, we must let you go Et puis mon nom, why est pas bon At the mill any more O-oh Louise, I'm losing my head I'm losing my head My kids are small, four and three Et la bouteille, she's mon amie I drink the rum till I can't see It hides the shame Louise does not see The carousel turns in my head And I can't hide, oh no no no no And the rage turns in my head And Louise, I struck her down Down on the ground... I'm losing my mind I'm losing my mind En septembre soixante-trois The kids are gone and so is Louise Ontario they did go Near la ville de Toronto Now my tears, they roll down Tous les jours, o-o-o-oh And I remember the days And the promises that we made O-oh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DANIEL LANOIS <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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| 2:47 |
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I laid awake a whole night long
Waiting for the sun To beat down on my head In this broken bed I laid awake and dreamt of ships Passing through night Searching for shelter Stopping at no harbour I heard the screaming waters call Sixty sailors' names Raging words pounding on the sail Like an angry whale I felt the iron rudder skip The smell of seeping oil The heat of slipping rope Failing hands, failing hope Every sailor asks Asks the question about the cargo he is carrying God's anger broke through the clouds And he spilt the cargo for all to see The fault of the sailor, the fault of he Who asks no questions about the cargo he is carrying Fishes and tales And a fisherman's daughter Walks in the rain She walks to the water To the sea |
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| 2:55 |
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| 2:21 |
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| 3:52 |
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The suburb walls are closing in
I've looked at you and I've seen you Through your curtain With a naked eye from not far I've shed a tear for you A flowing fountain Flaming trees I'm lost in fields of your hair From where the hawkwinds kill And the blood runs thin I'll go now Fly I will From inside the gates of the stripping yard I can't touch you, I can't feel for this Thunder Town I want you now while my body's young My mind is strong away from Thunder Town From where the hawkwind kills And the dam runs deep In this land of heaven Not so sweet I turn my back to a godless night I hear the mighty stranger over Thunder Hill From where the hawkwinds kill And the blood runs thin I'll go now Fly I will Over the mountain I must go To see the valley below Thunder Town |
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| 3:01 |
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Shoe Shine Mamma spits for her money
Wants to make a living trying to make her own All she ever wanted was to make her own money And settle down on Silium's Hill She prayed by the water on Manitou Bay Sipping ambrosia on a holy night Counting the lovers that had passed her way They could not see her on Silium's Hill On a frozen lamp pole I scratch her name With my rusty old penknife on a empty heart Standing by the window, is that you out there At the Southern Cross over Silium's Hill? Oh baby, will you ride with me Through the wheat towns to Medicine Hat? When the cold winds blow I'll be there I'll hang on tight, baby, sure go for that Now the old man knocks at my front door Shoe Shine Mamma isn't here any more There's a stranger in my place Looking out over Silium's Way Listen to the humming of the railway cars My hands frozen on the wheel Six hundred miles away from home Running on the shadow of Silium's Hill Somewhere back on Church Street Shoe Shine Mamma spits for her money Trying to make a living, want to make her own Down at the bottom of Silium's Hill Mamma want to build her own Down at the bottom of Silium's Hill |
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| 4:26 |
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Yes, it's cold by the river where you lay
In this godless place I kneel down and I pray God help us through the night God help us through the night Your voice would fill the night I think of yesterday I want to hold you Your worn out hands don't touch me now Your words don't mean anything God help us through the night God help us through the night Through this foolish night In your golden arms I want to cry I want you to hold me Evil comes, slips through the dark night 'Cause it's cold by the river where you lay God help us through the night God help us through the night Through this foolish night In your golden arms I want to cry Yes, it's cold by the river where you lay |
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| 3:31 |
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With feet so cold
I feel no pain And the Western Cross On snow white plain Look over yonder The pines are down They've laid them well On Sequoia ground I hear the howling timber wolf I hear the howling timber wolf Sleepy eyes Fading light Snow white Suzy You're my desire You carry me back home You carry me back home |
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| 3:48 |
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Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me I once was lost but now I'm found Said I was blind but now I see Through many dangers, toils and snares I have already come 'Twas grace that brought me safe this far And grace shall lead me home I once was lost but now I am found Said I was blind but now, now I see the light |
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