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Martin Luther King's Dream
(Cousins)
Old School Songs
Speak only with your voices
And not the sword
Listen to your leaders
And the words of the Lord.
Shake hands with your brothers
Has been my theme
For I have had a dream.
While fury gathers around you
Provoking you to hate
Remember what I told you
Don't heed the dangled bait.
The leaders of the country
Are speaking much the same
As those who've gone before them
And those who are to blame.
Proclaim a day of mourning
And let the flags fly low
The future is before us
As I have told you so.
The Antique Suite
(Cousins)
Old School Songs
The Reaper
The reaper stood before him in the room
His melancholy smile matched the gloom
He tried to rise but fell back where he lay
Tried to speak but stumbled as the sentence slipped away.
The room grew far away and strangely still
He caught the reaper's eye and felt a chill
He thought he saw his mother's smiling face
As sunlight filtered softly through the yellowed curtain lace.
He thought back to the days when he was young
He heard the children's choir in which he'd sung
His letter floated softly to the floor
The reaper took his hand and led him gently through the door.
We Must Cross The River
Take my hand and I will lead you safely
There's no need to be dismayed
Though it's dark there will be no danger
There's no need to be afraid.
If you wear the cross your wife once gave you
You will find that it is blessed
Should you find that you are growing weary
You may lean on me and rest.
We must cross the river
We must cross the river
We must cross the river
Together.
Old familiar friends have long been waiting
To welcome you when you arrive
Time is on your side now, do not hurry
You are one who will survive
God is kind to those who seek salvation
Those who know no sense of hate
You will find him on the day of judgment
The God of love, the God of hate.
We must cross the river
We must cross the river
We must cross the river
Together.
Antiques And Curios
On the mantlepiece a china dog waits patiently
The faded velvet curtains are still drawn
The well worn tray of medal ribbons slowly gathers dust
The armchair's chintzy covers have been torn.
The photograph of Nancy on the honeymoon in France
The nearly finished letter underneath
The wheelchair that he never used, he always was too proud
Is folded in the corner by the wreath.
The choirboy's cassock hanging on the hook behind the door
The wooden box in which he kept his cross
The Coronation teapot that his mother always used
Helps to bring about a sense of loss.
Just a collection of antiques and curios.
Hey It's Been A Long Time
Hey it's been a long time, it's good to see you again
Hey it's been a long time, it's good to see you again.
We met quite by chance
I thought she'd moved away
We never made love but were very good friends.
We were married secretly
Her parents disapproved
For some reason or other they never made clear.
Hey it's been a long time, it's good to see you again
Hey it's been a long time, it's good to see you again.
We were in France when war broke out
We caught the first boat home
She gave me her cross when I went to the front.
I was hurt in Normandy
She didn't wait at all
I lived with my mother till she passed away.
Hey it's been a long time, it's good to see you again
Hey it's been a long time, it's good to see you again.
Temperament Of Mind
(Wakeman)
Not available
[instrumental]
Fingertips
(Cousins)
Old School Songs
Her hair the weeping willow
At the water's edge
And from my windy crag
Above the moorland sedge
I see the willow fronds caress the ripples
I feel her nipples
At my fingertips.
Her breasts are gentle snowdrifts
In an open field
The supple fingered winter wind
The grass concealed
And though the winter wind may be deceiving
I feel her breathing
At my fingertips.
Her legs the spreading branches
Of the tree of life
The willow wand will bend
Before the woodman's knife
The tangle thicket parts before the forest fire
Her warm desire
Is at my fingertips.
Song Of A Sad Little Girl
(Cousins)
Old School Songs
She looks so frail beside you
As she wears her sick disguise
You say she'll soon be better
As you dry her tearful eyes
You tell her fairy stories
She tries to understand
She looks to you for comfort
And holds out her little hand.
But early in the morning
When the sun shines
Into her tiny room
She wakes up like a bird
And she's fine again.
You gently kiss her forehead
And from the room you creep
But you linger in the doorway
As she whimpers in her sleep
Her cheeks are flushed like sunset
And her head's an open fire
All night she turns and tosses
As her temperature gets higher.
But early in the morning
When the sun shines
Into her tiny room
She wakes up like a bird
And she's fine again.
The nightlight in the corner
Casts a soft and peaceful glow
Her face becomes much cooler
And her breathing much more slow
She dreams of clowns and princes
Sailing boats and trains
The fairies come by moonlight
To take away her pain.
But early in the morning
When the sun shines
Into her tiny room
She wakes up like a bird
And she's fine again.
She wakes up
Like a bird
And she feels fine.
Where Is This Dream Of Your Youth
(Cousins)
Old School Songs
Wake up one day, you're left alone
From now on you're on your own
The sands of time are running low
You'll have nothing left to show
The months slip by and change to years
Soon the twilight gloom appears
And then one day before you know
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth.
The pictures on the walls are shaking
They can hear the storm a-breaking
Storms may come and storms go
You'll have nothing left to show
They can hear the earth a-quaking
Buildings come and buildings go
You'll have nothing left to show.
Tomorrow brings another dawn
It might be better from now on
Before too long that day will go
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show
You'll have nothing left to show.
Where is this dream of your youth ?