Lyrics - Castles and Kings

1. Black Is The Color
2. Castles And Kings
3. A Song For My Son (solo)
4. The Bonnie Woods Of Hattan
5. Her Name Was Jackie (solo)
6. John Barleycorn
7. Eyes So Blue (low)
8. The Cuckoo
9. Born Of My Lover (acoustic)
10. Matty Groves

Black Is The Color

Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose so fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands

I love my love, and well she knows
And I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon might come
When she and I might be as one

Chorus:
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose so fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the ground whereon she stands

I'll go to the Clyde in the morn and weep
Where satisfied I never shall be
Write her a letter, oh, just a few short lines
And suffer death ten-thousand times

Chorus:
Black is the color of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some rose so fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
Oh, I love the ground whereon she stands
I love the very ground whereon she stands

Castles And Kings

And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings
And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings

Ivory-colored stallions flashing in the Twilight
Knights in silver, dragon-joust, bats on wing by moonlight

And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings
And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings

Silk and lace and linen fine, bodice, tress and halter
Galant men in raiment white, maidens at the altar

And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings
And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings

Secret tryst upon the night, meets her lover fair
Caress in the candlelight, dance upon the air

And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings
And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings

Muse upon the azure skies, ‘every star to see
Fast within her lover’s arms, virgin bride to be

And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings
And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings….

And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings
And she walks in the light by silent streams and
dreams of heros bold, and castles and kings….

A Song For My Son

Someday, someday, someday
Someday, someday, someday

A song for my son
To be the only one
Someday, he will be...
Someday, smiling free

A song for my son
To be the only one
You were born to be this way
But, tomorrow's another day
Yet, you are so fine in my eyes
Sticks, maps, strange acts, video games and broken bats
My little boy, who never cries
Sticks, maps, strange acts, video games and broken bats

Someday, someday, someday
Someday, someday, someday

Someday, he will be
Someday, smiling free
You were born to be this way
But, tomorrow's another day
Yet, you are so fine in my eyes
Sticks, maps, strange acts, video games and broken bats
My little boy, who never cries
Sticks, maps, strange acts, video games and broken bats

A song for my son
To be the only one

A song for my son
To be the only one

You were born to be this way
But, tomorrow's another day
Yet, you are so fine in my eyes
My little boy, who never cries

Ti-vo, ti-vo, ti-vo
Ti-vo, ti-vo, ti-vo

Someday, he will be
Someday, smiling free
Yet, you are so fine in my eyes
My little boy, who never cries
My little boy, who never cries
My little boy, who never cries
 
The Bonnie Woods Of Hattan

Come comrades and companions and all ye females dear
To my sad lamentation, pray lend an ear
T’was once I loved a bonnie lass, loved her as my life
And it was my sole intention to make that girl my wife

I said "my dearest Betsy when will you name the time
When you and I'll be married love and hands together join?
You'll sit in our wee cottage and neither spin nor sew
As your own true-hearted highland lad goes whistling at the plough"

I courted with yon bonnie lass a twelve month and a day
Sometimes among the green grass, sometimes among the hay
I courted her the leelong night and part of the next day
‘till she said "My dearest Andy, it’s time you were away"

There's Castom and there's Caddom mills and leather mills likewise
Their woods and waters many more bring pleasure to mine eyes
But the bonnie woods o' Hatton they aye grow green in May
And it's there the bonnie lassie lived ‘stole my heart away

I'll speak about yon bonnie lass though she be far awa
I'll speak about yon bonnie lass to those she never saw
I'll tell them that I loved her well although she proved untrue
And left me down by Hatton woods my follies for to rue

But blessings on yon bonnie lass wherever she may be
I wish no evil unto her although she slighted me
I only hope that she might say one day before she dies
“O I wish I'd wed that highland lad ‘sang so sweet to me”

Come comrades, companions and all you females dear
To my sad lamentation, pray lend an ear
‘Was once I loved a bonnie lass, loved her as my life
And it was my sole intention to make that girl my wife
Yes, it was my sole intention to make that girl my wife

John Barleycorn
(traditional)

There were three men came out of the west
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die

They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Thrown clods upon his head
’Til these three men were satisfied
John Barleycorn was dead

They’ve let him lie for a very long time
‘Til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John’s sprung up his head
And so amazed them all

They’ve let him stand 'til the mid-summer's day
'Til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man

They've hired men with the scythes so sharp
To cut him off at the knee
They’ve rolled him and tied him about the waist
Serving him most barbarously

They've hired men with sharp pitch forks
To prick him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart

They've wheeled him around and around in the fields
'Til they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath
Concerning John Barleycorn

They've hired men with the crab tree sticks
To cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones

And there’s beer in the barrel
And brandy in the glass
But little Sir John in the nut brown bowl
Has proved the strongest man at last

And the huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly blow his horn
And the Tinker can mend neither kettle nor pots
Without a little Barleycorn

Oh, John Barleycorn!
 
Eyes So Blue (low)

She came from Jackson Hollow, when her schooling all had ended
And we became good friends, or at least we both pretended
She reminded me of me, or of what I’d been before
And, the time she flustered red, when I told her “you mean more, to me”

What place have you lived, that a man could make you tremble?
I’d found no one like you, and I never could dissemble
Flower in the desert, my bright and shining girl
Gem of deepest ocean, my soft, exquisite pearl

I’d never seen eyes so blue, in a face of flax and linen
Or a smile so inviting too, what answer could be given?

Confident and free, all the world at your feet
You were bold and you were fine, so faithful and discrete
You reminded me of me, or of what I’d been before
And, the time you flustered red, when I told you “you mean more, to me”

You loved another man - only he would never have you
You wasted all our time, wanting only him to cling to
You reminded me of me, or of what I’d been before
And, the time you flustered red, when I told you “you mean more, to me”

I’d never seen eyes so blue, in a face of flax and linen
Or a smile so inviting too, what answer could be given?

She came from Jackson Hollow, when her schooling all had ended
And we became good friends, or at least we both pretended
She reminded me of me, or of what I’d been before
And, the time she flustered red, when I told her “you mean more, to me”

I’d never seen eyes so blue, in a face of flax and linen
Or a smile so inviting too, what answer could be given?
I’d never seen eyes so blue, in a face of flax and linen
Or a smile so inviting too, what answer could be given?

The Cuckoo

Oh, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings
And tells us no lies
She sips wild flowers
For to keep her voice clear
And the more she sings “cuckoo”
The summer draws near

Oh, the grave it will rot me
‘Bring me to dust
For an inconstant lover
No maiden can trust
They’ll court you, and kiss you
And vow they’ll be true
But the very next moment
They will bid you adieu

I wish I was a scholar
And could handle the pen
I’d write a letter to my love
And to all roving men
I would tell them of the grief and woe
That attend on their lies
I would wish them have pity
On a flower when it dies

As I walked the meadow
By the side of the brush
I heard two birds whistling
The blackbird and thrush
I asked of them the reason
So merry they be
And the answer they gave me:
“We are single and free”

Oh, the cuckoo she’s a pretty bird
She sings as she flies
She brings us glad tidings
And tells us no lies
She sips from wild flowers
For to keep her voice clear
And the more she sings “cuckoo”
The summer draws near

Born Of My Lover (acoustic)

A bedeviled smile for an impish tease
Blue eyes looking so much like mine
Born of my lover, a daughter to please
And you’ll be a woman, in time
You’ll be a woman, in time

Stallion rampant, but a woman’s heart
Constitution of leather and steel
My daughter, you’re hardy and sturdy and smart
Yet you can’t always do as you feel
‘Can’t always do as you feel

And I was there when you first saw the world,
And all the wide world first saw you
Making your way, as the birthing unfurled
‘Twas then we were no longer two
Then we were no longer two

Stallion rampant, but a woman’s heart
Constitution of leather and steel
My daughter, you’re hardy and sturdy and smart
Yet you can’t always do as you feel
‘Can’t always do as you feel

And, where will you go, as the years fall away?
What blossoms of forgotten spring?
Will you run wild, hold fast to the way?
And what will your summertimes bring?
What will your summertimes bring?

Stallion rampant, but a woman’s heart
Constitution of leather and steel
My daughter, you’re hardy and sturdy and smart
Yet you can’t always do as you feel
We can’t always do as we feel

A bedeviled smile for an impish tease
Blue eyes looking so much like mine
Born of my lover, a daughter to please
And you’ll be a woman, in time
You’ll be a woman, in time
You’ll be a woman, in time…

MATTY GROVES

A holiday, a holiday, and the first one of the year
Lord Darnell's wife came into church, the gospel for to hear
And when the meeting it was done, she cast her eyes about,
And there she saw little Matty Groves, a-walking in the crowd

"Come home with me, little Matty Groves, come home with me tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By the rings on your fingers I can tell you are Lord Darnell's wife"

"What if I am Lord Darnell's wife? Lord Darnell's not at home
For he is out in the far cornfields, a-bringin the yearlings home"

And a servant who was standing by and hearing what was said
He swore Lord Darnell he would know before the sun would set
And in his hurry to carry the news, he bent his breast and ran
And when he came to the broad mill stream, ‘took off his shoes and swam

Little Matty Groves, he lay down and took a little sleep
When he awoke, Lord Darnell he was standing at his feet
Saying "How do you like my feather bed? And how do you like my sheets?
How do you like my lady gay who lies in your arms asleep?"

"Oh, well I like your feather bed, and well I like your sheets
But better I like your lady gay who lies in me arms asleep"
"Well, get up, get up," Lord Darnell cried, "get up as quick as you can!
It'll never be said in fair England I slew a naked man"

"Oh, I can't get up, I won't get up, I can't get up for my life
For you have two long beaten swords and I not a pocket-knife"

"Well it's true I have two beaten swords, and they cost me deep in the purse
But you will have the better of them and I will have the worse"
"You will strike the very first blow, and strike it like a man
And I will strike the very next blow, and I'll kill you if I can"

So Matty struck the very first blow, and he hurt Lord Darnell sore
Lord Darnell struck the very next blow, and Matty struck no more
And then Lord Darnell he took his wife and he sat her on his knee
Saying, "Who do you like the best of us, Matty Groves or me?"

And then up spoke his own dear wife, never heard to speak so free
"I'd rather a kiss from dead Matty's lips than you or your finery"

Lord Darnell he jumped up and loudly he did bawl
He struck his wife right through the heart and pinned her against the wall
"A grave, a grave!'' Lord Darnell cried, "to put these lovers in
But bury my lady at the top for she was of noble kin"


 
 
 
 

 

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