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APHRODITE'S CHILD lyrics - End Of The World

Valley Of Sadness

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When I left the valley of sadness When I left the valley of sadness I saw the mountains Of the plains around Gathering to cry When I left the valley of sadness When I left the valley of sadness I saw the mountains Of the plains around Gathering to cry I saw a young bride in a white dress Picking up stones along the way I saw children climbing the path Naked in the sun of May And I saw the river flowing Oooooh And I heard the tulips crying Oooooh They call it the valley of sadness They call it the valley of sadness They left the mountains and the plains around This is why it cries They call it the valley of sadness They call it the valley of sadness They left the mountains and the plains around This is why it cries They wanted to see the head town They have been told the life is easier First steps made arose in the ground From the grounds and up the river When I heard the river flowing Oooooh and I saw the furrows bleeding Oooooh I saw the mountains Of the plains around Gathering to cry They left the mountains and the plains around This is why it cries

To The Shining Mountains

JOHNNY CASH "America: A 200-Year Salute In Story And Song"
Yes, went they through the Lehigh Valley To Lake Erie past Virginia And the land called out its challenge Bring your men to match our mountains See the green Ohio Valley See the Cumberland, the Wabash On the Tennessee they floated On great rafts to the Mississippi And the Cherokee and Shawnee And the Creek and The Ojibwa And the Choctaw and the Quapaw And all the tribes along the rivers [?] that they were coming That the white man was upon them They built their homes along the rivers Built their churches, brought their preachers Came upon the white misery Stopped before the shining mountains Many died from the beginning For the freedom of America Like that day down in New Orleans

Come Home Rhonda Boy

TOM JONES "Darlin'"
[Spoken:] At the end of the first world war weary men returned from the battle field in Europe to a land fit for Heroes Some how things don't turn out that way. You see the Mine Lords in the country told the Miners that they have to work for longer hours for less wages. On the street through out the Rhonda valley in South Wales the battle cries rose. Not a minute of the day not a penny off the pay the Miners went on strike. It was a long and bitter fight. Times were hard children went hungry. Many people left the valley of Wales to try and make better life for themselves in Cities all over the World. This song is dedicated to them and their descendants. So you went and left your the valley All those years ago and many were the young men at the time And as you left the station you saw that you were leaving the rivers, the mountains and the mines You came into the city left your friends at home To make yourself a better life was your aim The heartbeat of the Rhonda is not the thing to see But it's always calling out your name Come home, come home to where you belong Back to the Rhonda your land of soul The bright lights of the city are not what they seems Come home Rhonda boy where the valley are green [Spoken:] So all of your life you been home since you left your valley. Now you know nothing can compare. Where else in all over this wide world could you stand on a mountain and hear a thousand voice fill the air. Come home, come home to where you belong Back to the Rhonda your land of soul The bright lights of the city are not what they seems Come home Rhonda boy where the valley are green

Opening The West

JOHNNY CASH "America: A 200-Year Salute In Story And Song"
And the shining Rocky Mountains looked down on the people coming Strong and sturdy freedom lovin' settlers cowboys pioneers Now no foreign crown would rule them Now a nation strong was standing even bigger was it growing Added Iowa, Wisconsin then broke through the shining mountains Staked a claim on California Panned the gold out of its rivers irrigated desert valleys Oregon, Minnesota, Kansas now were added to the total Making 34 to number of the States now in the Union And the years 1860 to 65 the history books're full of it The sadness the heartbreak and the songs of that period Tell us of a sadness and of a heartbreak when the nation was torn asunder

Old Timer (The Song)

WAYLON JENNINGS "Waymore's Blues (Part II)"
I grew up in Wyoming In and around Jackson's hole In the shadows of the Tetons Where summers are hot And winters unbearably cold But the Spring and the Fall Are always as good as it gets For over 70 years now I'd watch the sun rise and set I've been a cowboy Working the round-ups in spring I've lived in the mountains Hunted the grizzly Trapping the rivers and streams Always the loner I've treasured my freedom the most And though i never married As a young man I might have come close From somewhere back east She came to the valley With a man who did her no good He was fast with the ladies A tin horn gambler And a cheat whenever he could She had no friends or family Most of the time he was gone He died in a card game And she found herself all alone Alone and afraid and left unprotected 'Cause he was all that she had Maybe I should have But Inever told her So she never knew he was bad But I'll always remember Standing and watching her cry There was no one to help her But I was determined to try I mended her fences and Fixed up her cabin I had everything looking good I laid by her food And wood for the winter Helping wherever I could The more I was around her The more I wanted to be There was something about her That brought out a good side of me I went into town, I brought a new outfit I got me a haircut and shave I'd trek through the snow For no good reason Just to go by her cabin each day I don't know about love But Iwas quite taken in by it all Till her brother came in the Spring And he took her back to St. Paul I don't go down to Jackson Ain't nothing there but motels and bars Too damn many tourists No place to hide They'll find you wherever you are They like to call me old timer I am getting older I guess But i don't like the changes 'Cause I've seen it all at its best When my life is over I don't want to be left in town But up in the mountains There is a place I've marked off my own piece of ground High in the Tetons Above and away from it all From the top of old Grand I bet on a clear day - you can see All the way to St. Paul

Jewel Box

JEFF BUCKLEY "Sketches For My Sweetheart The Drunk"
(J.Buckley) I know you are a woman by the way you burn below. I'll tell you secrets so good, you'll never tell a soul. Come closer, that bonfire holds his life like stones My years, my life unknown. Diamonds from he pavement Where the broken glass had been. Just like this troubles that I'm leaving to the wind. Like sapphires in boxcars speeding towards the end. Like thieves, my bad luck grows. Jewel box of sadness, bring to catch your tear Crystalize illusion shine, forgot I'm here Jewel box of sadness, bring to catch your tear Oh, you left some stars in my belly. Star crossed child's love on the bands of wedding golds Silver studs of promise hide in the red crushed velvet folds. Inaction, intention, like emeralds I stole. My speech of custom gold. I think I ought to know. Jewel box of sadness, bring to catch your tear Crystalize illusion shine, forgot I'm here Jewel box of sadness, bring to catch your tear Oh, you left some stars in my belly. You left some stars in my belly. You left some stars in my belly.

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