Lyrics for New Album

[tinkerbell]

It does have lines in common, yes.  But the"song in the song" is called The Grey Cock - the best version I heard was by the Matthews Brothers - and the woman is the ghost who comes back to her lover for a night, which the cock curtails by crowing early.
Starts off:
Oh you're welcome here again
Said this young man to his love
I've been waiting for you night and day
You look tired, you look cold,
Said this young man to his love
You must never again go away
It seemed like a good starting point for a song about how a marriage might, or might not last. There was an earlier version called The Shadow Of The Sun which some singers Tim Broadbent and Fiona Watts recorded once.
Anyhow, back to the grind...

[Marrowbones]

I love Nick's lyrics! Man, the guy's ideas flow like a river through these isles !
Particularly i keep remembering 'The true story of Eugene McQuaid' , it's lyrics like these and 'Bloody Sunday' I reckon are vital to music,
especially folk, telling the untold stories and re-telling those that are simply sold for news.
I read somewhere 'festival dates next year' ! Excellent, I hope i can afford to get to some of them, Beautiful Days is beyond the point where i can justify it by working my summer away. [As a side note, i first saw Nick doing his solo gig at the first Beautiful Days and me and the two friends i was with were blown away!]  Are McDermott's playing any with the newly (and tentatively) reformed Radical Dance Faction at all ?? That'd make gig of the year for me!
Well, i ope there's at least one near Herefordshire/Wales

One last question, Has this brilliant folkken album got a title yet?

Take care all of you
Be Well

Jed

[Miss Moose]

Can you hear this one?

       River

It seems such a long long time
since you came down this way
turning and rising and lapping
to the break of the day
How did you seem so cold
how could you grow so dry?
Now that these streams unfold
I see no reason why

Remember the song about a ghost and her lover
and a cock that crows too soon?
Lie here and dream you're a river
at the falling of the moon

I'd forgotten the taste of your mouth
when there's no bitterness
I'd forgotten the rush of your breath
into my loneliness
Now I recall these twists and falls
over a smooth dark bed
the swirl and flow that we know how
to follow to the head

Remember...

Reaching to the source now
It seemed to disappear
but under bitter silences
it welled here deep and clear
Like a life lost and returned
listen how it beats
surging over distances
to meet the tide's retreat

Remember...

So trust the river and her song
to steer through the night
where all those turns that seemed so wrong
come to be proved right
And when this clear white shell
fades in a stained red sky
don't fade with her again, my love,
stay and breathe and cry

Remember the song about a ghost and her lover
and a cock that crows too soon?
Lie here and dream you're a river
at the falling of the moon

I can't get this one out of my head at the moment

[rosie]

Can you hear this one?
       River
It seems such a long long time
since you came down this way
turning and rising and lapping .....

...... Remember the song about a ghost and her lover
and a cock that crows too soon?
Lie here and dream you're a river
at the falling of the moon

I can't get this one out of my head at the moment

yeah, I believe it gave you butterflies in your belly at Crawley, eh?  weird, innit, how certain songs catch you and tunnel inside your head 

*edit* - all right, I admit it, Refugees does it to me - a right stomach churner, to the prettiest of tunes, of course

[thisgardener]

these tunes don't just get in yer head ;they retune the telly,sup yer beer, raid the fridge and do a fry up at 2 in the morning!
many a lawn has been mcdermotted in this wet weather