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Robert Plant lyrics
Album: Dreamland [2002]
| Funny in My Mind (I Believe I'm Fixin' to Die) | |
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Feelin' funny in my mind, lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Oh funny in my mind, lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to
I don't mind dyin'
But I sure hate to leave my children cryin'.
Well now look over yonder to that buryin' ground
look over yonder to that buried
It sure seems lonesome, lord
When the sun goes down
Oh, Why, Oh Why, Oh, Why
Black smoke risin', lord,
it's risin' up above my head up above my head
black smoke risin', up above my
And tell Jesus to Make up my dyin' bed
Left my home just to be with you
Well now, left my home just to be with
You got me here now that's the way you do
Come on, Come on, Come On.
Take me back drive me one more time
Take me back drive me one more
I do...? it's all down the line
I'm Feelin' funny in my mind, lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to die
Feelin' funny in my mind, lord,
I believe I'm fixin' to
I don't mind dyin'
But I sure hate to leave my children
I don't mind dyin'
But I sure hate to leave my children
I don't mind dyin'
But I sure hate to leave my children cryin'
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| Morning Dew | |
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Walk me out in the morning dew my honey
Walk me out in the morning dew today;
Can't walk you out in the morning dew my honey
Can't walk you out in the morning dew today!
Thought I heard a young girl cry mama,
Thought I heard a young girl cry today-
You didn't hear no young girl crying mama,
You didn't hear no young girl cry today!
Thought I heard a young man cry mama-
Thought I heard a young man cry today-
You didn't hear no young man crying mama
You didn't hear no young man cry today!
Now, there's no more morning dew
Now, there's no more morning dew-
What they've been saying all these years is true
Now, there's no more morning dew!
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| One More Cup of Coffee | |
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Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie.
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above.
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade.
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food.
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself.
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf.
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark.
One more cup of coffee for the road,
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below.
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| Last Time I Saw Her | |
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The Last Time I Saw Her, ©1968 by Gordon Lightfoot
The last time I saw her face
Her eyes were bathed in starlight
And her hair hung long
The last time she spoke to me
Her lips were like the scented flowers
Inside a rain-drenched forest
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel
The way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds
I would tear the threads away
That I might bleed some more
The last time I walked with her
Her laughter was the steeple bells
That ring to greet the morning sun
A voice that called to everyone
To love the ground she walked upon
Those were good days
The last time I held her hand
Her touch was autumn, spring and summer
And winter too
The last time I let go of her
She walked a way into the night
I lost her in the misty streets
A thousand months, a thousand years
When other lips will kiss her eyes
A million miles beyond the moon
That's where she is
But that was so long ago that I can scarcely feel
The way I felt before
And if time could heal the wounds
I would tear the threads away
That I might bleed some more
The last time I saw her face
Her eyes were bathed in starlight
And she walked alone
The last time she kissed my cheek
Her lips were like the wilted leaves
Upon the autumn covered hills
Resting on the frozen ground
The seeds of love lie cold and still
Beneath a battered marking stone
It lies forgotten
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| Song to the Siren | |
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Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
Touch me not, touch me not,
come back tomorrow:
O my heart, O my heart
shies from the sorrow
I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with Death my bride?
Swim to me,
Swim to me,
Let me enfold you:
Here I am,
Here I am,
Waiting to hold you
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| Red Dress | |
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walk around my life
keep your money in your hand
look out where you're heading mamma
don't go running blind
shine lights and strut it out
keep your ear right to the ground
watch out for the strange cats
when the strange cats come around
mmm pretty little girl with a red dress on
pretty little girl shakin down
keep your eyes wide open
hold your head up high
you are not a stranger here
so much changes inside
hold your hand to hold you (?)
she would lend a helping hand
do not turn your back on the lady
when the lady comes around
mmm pretty little girl with a red dress on
pretty little girl shakin down
now now now now
some would say that love is blind
i blame it on the moon
some people say that love's unkind
they find it out of tune
mamma mamma mamma let's keep on dancing through
baby baby baby i'm dancing through for you
uh
pretty little girl with a red dress on
pretty pretty pretty little girl
shakin down
ooh ooh
dance down main street
if it's safe to the stroll
you have time to look around
saw a dame in the hole (?)
no one cares about the fool
worth the fine of gold
his only chance to plan
when satan buys his soul
mmm pretty little girl with a red dress on
pretty little girl shakin down
ah ha
pretty little pretty little pretty little girl (x 4)
mmm hmmm
oh ah oh yeah
oooh ho ooh pretty little girl
mamamamama pretty little pretty little girl
yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| Hey Joe | |
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Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Goin' out to shoot my lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man
Goin' out to shoot my lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another man
Hey Joe, you know I heard you shot your woman down
Hey Joe, you know I heard you shot your woman down
Yes, I did, I shot her, you know I caught her messin' 'round
Yes, I did, I shot her, you know I caught her messin' 'round
Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now?
Hey Joe, where you gonna run to now?
I'm gonna run, gonna run, gonna run, to the gallows pole
I'm gonna run, gonna run, gonna run, the hangman can't put a rope around me
anyhow...
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| Skip's Song | |
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If you'd seen the naked dream
I had of you
Would you care
And would you now come through
Take me far away
My wiles and mind can't beat a dream of death today
Hard to get by
When what greets my eye takes my breath away
In my dream you are around the stars
I watched your walls all fall away
You were bare of thoughts, we were to part
And we stayed that way
Some try to hide
Because they lied
They were not true
And they were afraid
They refuse to see
Or be free, be one to gods, they prayed
Cryin', Save me, save me!
Save me, save me, save me!
I'll save you, can I spend you?
And now this naked dream
I had of you
And Will you care
And will you now come through
Take me far away
My miles and mind can't beat a dream of death today
Hard to get by
When what greets my eye takes my breath away
Cryin', Save me, save me, save me!
I'll save you. Can I spend you?
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