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RELEASES

Room To Roam(2008)

Buy at Townsends

CD1.

All lyrics by Mike Scott & published by Sony ATV Music Ltd except where otherwise stated.

IN SEARCH OF A ROSE
Where will I wander and wonder ?
Nobody knows
but wherever I'm going I'll go
in search of a rose

Whatever the will of the weather
and whether it shines or snows
wherever I'm going I'll go
in search of a rose

I don't know where it's found
but I don't mind
as long as the world spins around
I'll take my time

I'll savour the softness of summer
I'll wrap up when winter blows
and wherever I'm going I'll go
in search of a rose

SONG FROM THE END OF THE WORLD
Here is the smell of seafood pie
a broken tower on the open sky
a chain of islands rolling west
in sight of the house where we are guests

A rambling old river twists through the fields
ancient names imprinted on shields
Gifts arrive for a baby girl
born a queen at the end of the world

Furious music from an open door
The sound of feet beating on a stone floor
Always the wind, always the form
of an Elder God, hooved and horned

The head of the mountain lost in a cloud
a country woman, soft and proud
Into the bay the horses swirl
for we come to the sea at the end of the world

A MAN IS IN LOVE
A man is in love
how do I know?
He came a walk with me
and he told me so
in a song he sang
and then I knew
A man is in love
with you

A man is in love
how did I hear?
I heard him talk too much
whenever you're near
He whispered your name
when his eyes were closed
A man is in love
and he knows

A man is in love
how did I guess?
I figured it out while he was
watching you dress
He'd give you his all
if you'd but agree
A man is in love
and he's me

BIGGER PICTURE
I'm starting to see a bigger picture
I'm beginning to colour it in
I'm starting to see a bigger picture
I'm beginning to colour it in

My soul the sky, my heart a sun
my mind a world - my only one
My thoughts the people, the world around
My dreams the kings - or the clowns

I'm starting to see a bigger picture
I'm beginning to colour it in
I'm starting to see a bigger picture
I'm beginning to colour it in

The continents and the seven oceans
bound the range of my emotions
My time is long but not forever
My moods are the changing wind and weather

I'm starting to see a bigger picture
I'm beginning to colour it in
I'm starting to see a bigger picture
I'm beginning to colour it in

Colour it in !
Colour it in !

SOMETHING THAT IS GONE
Something that is gone
Something that is gone
Something that I had just yesterday
but where I must have laid it
I really couldn't say
Something that was right
but now is wrong
Something that is gone

Something that I lost
Something that I lost
Something that I cradled in my hand
Something rather special
that pertained to all my plans
I'm left here wondering what on earth it was
Something that I lost

Something that I missed
Something that I missed
I've looked all around my room
but it's not here
How can a thing of permanence
so swiftly disappear?
Something is the cause of all of this
Something that I missed

THE STAR AND THE SEA
What is between the star and the sea?
A bird as bright as a bird can be
What is between the bird and me?
Only a star, only the sea
Only a star, only the sea

A LIFE OF SUNDAYS
Hold me before I go under
hear me before I drown
Sharpen your sense of wonder
listen to what I've found
Here we are again
two old lovers, two old friends...
Just when you need 'em
A devil was standing on my shoes
Somehow I know how to defeat him
since I tumbled into you
You taught me Love and Pain
and the unsung King of Irelandsays the same thing...
Wherever you find it
The same thing from the same old cause
I'm talking about the same thing
I cannot define it
The same thing and it always was
It struck me sad and strange
- the only thing that ever stays the same is change...
And I dreamed I wandered
wayward as restless wave
spanning from here to yonder
most spectacularly saved
Dream and life entwined
The old day cracks and crumbles and it's fine...
To be in your company
Funny to be in your day
A miracle just to be with you
Glad to be going your way
Were these unfolding plans
designed or drawn by mortal hands ?
- Never in a life of Sundays
would I have seen me here
Then he journeyed to the west, to Aranmore, beneath whose towering cliffs and magic caves the great god Manannan held court for the ocean sprites, mermaids and fishes that inhabit the seven seas. (Liam O’Flaherty)

ISLANDMAN
Of my body England is the spine
the backbone and the trunk
My shoulders span the mighty Tyne
London sprawls across my rump
Cornwall my crooked ancient leg
Wales two hands held apart
Scotland is my dreaming head
Ireland is my heart

THE RAGGLE TAGGLE GYPSY Traditional
There were three old gypsies came to our hall door
They came brave and boldly-o
And one sang high and the other sang low
And the other sang a raggle taggle gypsy-o

It was upstairs, downstairs the lady went
Put on her suit of leather-o
And there was a cry from around the door
“She’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o”

It was late that night when the lord came in
Enquiring for his lady-o
And the servant girl she said to the lord
“She’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o”

“Well saddle for me my milk white steed
my big horse is not speedy-o
And I will ride till I seek my bride
She’s away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o”

Now he rode east and he rode west
He rode north and south also
Until he came to a wide open plain
It was there that he spied his lady-o

“How could you leave your goose feather bed
Your blankeys strewn so comely-o?
And how could you leave your newly wedded lord
All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?”

“Well, what care I for my goose feather bed
Wi’ blankets strewn so comely-o?
Tonight I lie in a wide open field
In the arms of a raggle taggle gypsy-o”

“How could you leave your house and your land?
How could you leave your money-o?
How could you leave your only wedded lord
All for a raggle taggle gypsy-o?”

“Well, what care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my money-o?
I’d rather have a kiss from the yellow gypsy’s lips
I’m away wi’ the raggle taggle gypsy-o!”

HOW LONG WILL I LOVE YOU?
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
and longer if I can

How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
follow their plan

How long will I be with you?
As long as the sea is bound to
wash upon the sand

How long will I want you?
As long as you want me to
and longer by far

How long will I hold you?
As long as you father told you
As long as you are

How long will I give to you?
As long as I live to you
However long you say

How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
and longer if I may

UPON THE WIND AND WAVES Steve Wickham. Blue Mountain Music
And Pia took us down upon the quayside
to board the silver boat
upon the wind and waves
And Daniel he heralded the boat
and directed her well
across the wind and waves
And Joel took us all about
he held the sails, he tied the ropes
upon the wind and waves
And Desiree she watched the Ocean fair
upon the wind and waves

SPRING COMES TO SPIDDAL
The lights are on in Standun's and a spell has been broken
The roadside teahouse door is wide open
A sign on the wall says "American also spoken"
as spring comes to Spiddal

The village girls go walking by without their coats
The Irish gaelic college is alive again with folk
Farmers gather talking, freed from winter's yoke
as spring comes to Spiddal

A towerist with a telescope
and a funny looking German bloke
and a billy goat
all invoke
the summer soon to bloom...

On a soft and fresh Atlantic air a mist of pollen floats
On Galway Bay I spy a gaily painted fishing boat
There's a rustle around the boreens and a song on every throat
as spring comes to Spiddal

FURTHER UP, FURTHER IN
Further up, further in
Further up, further in

I dreamed the wind came to my house
these are the words fell from his mouth
"The King you seek you'll find him true
but only if he rides the road with you"

I was sent to the war, stripped of my power
gagged and imprisoned in a tall dark tower
I must have cried for an age or more
till I saw through tears and I found the door

I stepped aboard a ship that flew
It took me wherever it wanted to
Far above land, far above sea
the Dreamer and the Doer agreed to agree

High on a cliff, in georgeous clothes
a madman danced on the balls of his toes
Forgetting myself I fell at the feet
of the greatest Fool I ever did meet

The stars were bright and magic afoot
On the summer wind rose the sound of a flute
I saw the musician, my heart knew Him well
What happens next, no rhyme can tell !

We came to the end of the world one day
A dolphin swam in a sheltered bay
I paid to the King what it was I owed,
put my face to the wind, and my foot on the road

I find I've wandered far from home
but home is in me wherever I roam
I thought I was an hour or a year behind
but the hours and the years are only time


ROOM TO ROAM George MacDonald (1858)

You go yours
and I'll go mine
the many ways we'll wend
Many days
and many ways
ending in one end

Many a wrong and its curing song
many a road and many an inn
Room to roam but only one home
for all the world to win

So you go yours
and I'll go mine
and the many many ways we'll wend
Many days and many ways
ending in one end

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