The Brothers Four - Sing Of Times/ The Honey Wind Blows (2006) by The Brothers Four (보컬) on maniadb.com

I may not have mansion, I haven't any land
Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hands
But I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.

I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things
But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings
And I can show you morning on a thousand hills
And kiss you and give you seven daffodils.

Oh, seven golden daffodils all shining in the sun
To light our way to evening when our day is done
And I will give music and a crust of bread
And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head.

A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head...

If today was not an endless highway
I today was not a crooked trail
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.

I can't see my reflection in the waters
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.

Yes and only if my own true love was waitin
Yes and if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding
Yes only if she was lying by me
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

There's beauty in the silver singin' river
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.

If today was not an endless highway
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time...

Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change,
Come what may.
But our good times are all gone,
And I'm bound for movin' on.
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.

I think I'll go out to Alberta,
The weather's good there in the fall.
I've got some friends that I can go to workin' for.
Still I wish you'd change your mind,
If I asked you one more time
But we've been through that a hundred times or more.

If I get there before the snow flies,
And if things are goin' good.
You could meet me if I sent you down the fare,
But by then it would be winter, nothin' much for you to do.
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there.

Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change,
Come what may.
But our good times are all gone,
And I'm bound for moving on.
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way...

Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way to the people she calls,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.
Come feed the little birds, show them you care

And you'll be glad if you do.
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you."

Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
"Feed the birds," that's what she cries,
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.

All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares.

Though her words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she's calling to you:
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag."

"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag"...

( Fred Hellerman - Fran Minkoff)

The honey wind blows
And the warm days dwindle
The butterfly spins a silk cacoon
On a silvery spindle.

The petals fall
From the last red rose
The last red rose
When the honey wind blows.

The petals fall
And the summer goes
The summer goes
When the honey wind blows.

--- Instrumental ---

The honey wind blows
And the days grow colder
Somehow the world and I have grown
Just a little bit older.

I sit alone
Where the fire glows
The fire glows
And the honey wind blows.

I sit alone
And the good Lord, knows
I miss you so
When the honey wind blows...

Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going my baby my own
Turn around and you're two
Turn around and you're four
Turn around and you're a young girl
Going out of the door

Turn around
Turn around
Turn around and you're a young girl
Going out of the door

Where are you going my little one, little one
Little drendils and petticoats, where are you now
Turn around and you're tiny
Turn around and you're grown
Turn around and you're a young wife
With babes of your own

Turn around
Turn around
Turn around and you're a young wife
With babes of your own

Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going my baby my own...