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LADY WITH A FAN

Let my inspiration flow
in token lines suggesting rhythm
that will not forsake me
till my tale is told and done


While the firelight's aglow
strange shadows in the flames will grow
till things we've never seen
will seem familiar


Shadows of a sailor forming
winds both foul and fair all swarm
down in Carlisle he loved a lady
many years ago


Here beside him stands a man
a soldier by the looks of him
who came through many fights
but lost at love

While the storyteller speaks
a door within the fire creaks
suddenly flies open
and a girl is standing there


Eyes alight with glowing hair
all that fancy paints as fair
she takes her fan and throws it
in the lion's den


"Which of you to gain me, tell
will risk uncertain pains of Hell?
I will not forgive you
if you will not take the chance"


The sailor gave at least a try
the soldier being much too wise
strategy was his strength
and not disaster


The sailor coming out again
the lady fairly lept at him
that's how it stands today
you decide if he was wise


The storyteller makes no choice
soon you will not hear his voice
his job is to shed light
and not to master


Since the end is never told
we pay the teller off in gold
in hopes he will come back
but he cannot be bought or sold






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Words and music by Robert Hunter
Copyright Ice Nine Publishing; used by permission.


Annie layed her head down in the roses
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons
in her long brown hair
I don't know, it must have been the roses
All I know is I could not leave her there


I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there


Ten years the waves rolled the
ships home from the sea
Thinking well how it may blow
in all good company
if I tell another what
your own lips told to me
may I lay neath the roses
and my eyes no longer see


I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there


One pane of glass in the window
No one is complaining though,
come in and shut the door
Faded is the crimson from the
ribbons that she wore
and it's strange how no one
comes round anymore


I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there


Annie layed her head down in the roses
She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons
in her long brown hair
I don't know, it must have been the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there


I don't know, it must have been the roses
The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
I don't know maybe it was the roses
All I know was I could not leave her there

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WOOL

The flock gathers
and turns into the air
Heaven's breath beneath the beating wings
Turns the hearts of lovers to fire
And those of stone to dust

How the fire will bring the rain
How the dry cloud cannot cross the sands alone
And do not be lost
Do not be lost

A child is led
A child is fed
A child is held when crying
So now see that it's not me who's adorned by truth
But that I am just one turn of the thread
In the garment of truth
Shining tremendous
And when that fabric is finally folded
I too shall be hidden
Forevermore

Look closely here
See a shining spark
On your hands and knees
Face pressed against the sand
Stand again to see that spark
Disappear

You may follow a seperate stream
Know that it leads to the ocean
And never mistake that stream for the sea


Peace and Love
G.Slater 1989