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Death's Dateless night

 

HARD TIMES COME AGAIN NO MORE

Written by: Stephen Foster (public domain) arr Paul Kelly & Charlie Owen

Let us pause in life's pleasures and count its many tears

While we all sup sorrow with the poor

There's a song that will linger forever in our ears

Oh, hard times, come again no more

 

'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary

Hard times, hard times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door

Oh, hard times, come again no more

 

While we seek mirth and beauty and music light and gay

There are frail forms fainting at the door

Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say

Oh, hard times, come again no more

 

'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary

Hard times, hard times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered all around my cabin door

Oh, hard times, come again no more

 

'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave

'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore

'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave

Oh hard times come again no more

 

'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary

Hard times, hard times, come again no more

Many days you have lingered around my cabin door

Oh hard times come again no more

Oh hard times come again no more

 


TO LIVE IS TO FLY

Written by: John Townes Van Zandt

 

 

Won't say I love you, babe

Won't say I need you, babe

But I'm gonna get you babe

And I will not do you wrong

Living's mostly wasting time

And I'll waste my share of mine

But it never feels too good

So let's don't take too long

You're as soft as glass

And I'm a gentle man

We got the sky to talk about

And the world to lie upon

 

Days, up and down they come

Like rain on a conga drum

Forget most, remember some

But don't turn none away

Everything is not enough

And nothin' is too much to bear

Where you been is good and gone

All you keep’s the getting there

 

Well to live is to fly

All low and high

So shake the dust off of your wings

And the sleep out of your eyes

 

Goodbye to all my friends

It's time to go again

Think of all the poetry

And the pickin' down the line

Well I'll miss the system here

The bottom's low

And the treble's clear

But it don't pay to think too much

On things you leave behind

Well I may be gone

But i won't be long

I will be a'bringin' back the melodies

And rhythm that I find

 

We all got holes to fill

Them holes are all that's real

Some fall on you like a storm

Sometimes you dig your own

The choice is yours to make

Time is yours to take

Some sail dive into the sea

Some toil upon the stone

 

Well to live is to fly

All low and high

So shake the dust off of your wings

And the sleep out of your eyes

 

Shake the dust off of your wings

And the tears out of your eyes

 


 PRETTY BIRD TREE

Written by: Lawrence John Hill (control)

Appear on the slopes and plains

In the town of Narabran

On the banks of the Namoi river

‘Neath the shade of the pretty bird tree

All my brother Daabi died down there

Neath the willows oh so cool

Now he walks with our ancestors

Underneath the Kamilaroi moon

 

Namoi River

You’re home to me

I sit with you ‘neath the pretty bird tree

 

Early on in life I took to the booze

And drank away my dreams

I watched my life flow steadily bye

Like tear drops down the drain

So I headed for the river, and became a river rat

I’d worn out all my welcomes

No place to hang my head

Oh there was cranky Franky and Jackie brown

Who demand old craigy and me

And would lay next daylight poison dogs

all around the pretty bird tree

 

Namoi River

You’re home to me

I’ll sit with you ‘neath the pretty bird tree

 

When the hallowing wind doth wane

On the Namoi late at night

You can hear the old ones singing

As they dance in the pale moon light

Oh there were many more names I can’t recall

But their faces I still see

Whisper smiths calm face appears

As I dream of the pretty bird tree

 

Namoi River

You’re home to me

I’ll sit with you ‘neath the pretty bird tree

I’ll sit with you ‘neath the pretty bird tree

 


Make me a pallet on your floor

Make me baby a pallet on your floor

Make it soft, make it low

I swear he’ll never know

When your main one comes

I swear he’ll never know

 

Make it baby

By that kitchen door

Make it baby

By that kitchen door

Make it soft, make it low

I swear that he’ll never know

 

When your good man comes,

I swear he’ll never know

I get up in the morning

I’ll make you a red hot meal

I’ll get up in the morning baby

I’ll make you a red hot meal

Just to show you

I appreciate it

Whatcha did for me

When you made me

A pallet on your floor

 

Oh make me a pallet on your floor

Make me baby a pallet on your floor

Make it soft, make it low

I swear he’ll never know

When your good man comes

 

He’ll never know

Make it soft, make it low

I swear he’ll never know

When your main one comes

I swear he’ll never know

MAKE ME A PALLET ON YOUR FLOOR

Written by: Traditional arr Paul Kelly & Charlie Owen


NUKKANYA

Written by: Paul Kelly

Outside the dogs are barking

And the morning sun is breaking through the trees

My heart is feeling heavy

As I listen to the moaning of the breeze

Nukkanya, baby, I really don't want to leave

 

There's a ticket in my pocket

I'd toss it if I only had my way

And a suitcase in the hallway

I wish I could unpack it now and stay

Nukkanya, baby, I'm gonna be back some day

 

Nukkanya

Don't it go to show what a man don't know

Nukkanya

Nukkanya, baby, I really don't want to go

 

My land was once a river

I hate to see it slowly bleeding dry

My love is like an eagle

High across the desert she will fly

Nukkanya, baby, I'll see you by and by

 

Nukkanya

Don't it go to show what a man don't know

Nukkanya

Nukkanya baby, I really don't want to go

Nukkanya baby, I really don't want to go

Nukkanya

Nukkanya baby, I really don't want to go

Nukkanya baby, I really don't want to go

Nukkanya baby, I really don't want to go