Lyrics to the "Joy" LP
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Too many hymns going down We can be taught blood and soil Too many books held ahigh, We can be taught blood and soil Blood and soil Changing these joys to provide, We can be taught blood and soil Blood and soil Too many hymns going down We can be taught blood and soil Too many books held ahigh, We can be taught blood and soil Blood and soil
I The wanderer told me Of galleon shores how mystery beckons while fire lights close He spoke of danger in unholy men The eye of the lion who looks over men I've never seen anything I've wanted to sail Give unto me, a challenge II The wanderer left me Excited by need To run from the mountains and take to the shores He swore an oath To journey afar holding his head high drenched in fatigue III I watched from a distance The manner of his way and fought for a reason to which I could remain I gathered the soil The fodder of my feed and ran from the mountains the honeycombe of seed. I've never seen anything I've wanted to sail Give unto me, a challenge hi ho. IV I took to the ocean Affection of the sea the roaring of winds the blessing of my plead Gales held a warning Of what lay ahead the signs of a strange land those mysteries of sea V I braved through the storm Resolute in fright and leapt at the landing no caution in sight A fire on the sea shore Defiant to the last desire took control the famine and the fast I've never seen anything I've wanted to sail Give unto me, a challenge hi ho. VI I seen in the distance The wanderer so bold the might and the standing a journey for the true I boasted of my glory An action of the brave he laughed and he shunned and turning with disdain I've never seen anything I've wanted to sail Give unto me, a challenge hi ho. VII The parasite within me Drowned among the flak releasing my bravado the stunt of my attack The wanderer soon left me Alone, the sunken plume widower of a mountain so sullen and so soon I've never seen anything I've wanted to sail Give unto me, a challenge VIII I dreamed of a mountain High above the sea the guardian of beauty custodian of free Take me home, I'm weary Sentinel of sea. The danger of a journey oh sea, the sea, I see. I've never seen anything I've wanted to sail Give unto me, a challenge hi ho.
Men of mercy, men of grace. Show the brightness of your face. Shine upon us, shine on sea. By the shores, awaiting thee.
So long now It seems as though it passed me by And never thought to say to me Will you no, come back again So long now, A memory of promises Look and say quite distantly Will you no, come back again So long So long now The loneliness of honesty Exposed and cost indifferently Will you no, come back again So long now, The last remain of faithfulness So long now Will you no, come back again So long So long now It seemed as though it's passed me by So long now A memory of promises So long now I change again so easily So long now The loneliness of honesty Called and said goodbye to me, so long now, Will you no, come back again. Lie, lie, lie, lie.
Oh Iona, winds are blowing Shall I see you home again Oh Iona, I remember Days of beauty, days of pain I believe you I am with you To a promise I will keep No lamenting joy is waiting I shall see you as I sleep Oh Iona though divided All my passion I will save Oh Iona undecided Stands by waiting, as I pray O'er the distance, now between us Sailing homeward on stormy sea Speed my message of devotion Born in flame, forged in steel Oh Iona, how I miss you Oh my soul cries out for thee Oh Iona, Oh Iona, Oh Iona, stand by me
Merrily they danced on fire I don't know why I hated fire Something old it must have been The way I was they must have seen. In fear of fire, fire.
Stood in the field And echoed a thunder Dream of a hill And valleys of gold Summer of stream And crystal-like fountain A flower of joy Free from the burden Of man-made in toil The sorrowful sight of Brothers in mourning Bathed in a garden Of greenfield and plenty Cleansed of a sin And ready to call The angel of woman Divine in her reign A flower of joy Free from the burden So sick and so old The sorrowful sight of Brothers in mourning Brother watch over me, guard me day by day Brother watch over me, your strength my need to fight Alive and so sure I'm ready to answer Already a man And steady in stand I'm already there, I'm already there Give me a lance I'm ready to answer The sorrowful sight Of brothers in mourning Brothers in mourning Brother watch over me Guard me day by day Brother watch over me Your strength my need to fight
When I was a young man I carried a pack And lived the free life of a rover From the Murray's green banks to the dusty outback I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915, the country said, "Son, It's no time for roving, there's work to be done" And they gave me a tin hat and gave me a gun And they sent me away to the war And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli Oh well I remember that terrible day When our blood stained the sand and the water And how in that hell that they called Souvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk he was waiting He primed himself well Showered us with bullets and rained us with shells And in ten minutes flat he'd blown us to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia And the band played Waltzing Matilda As we stopped to bury the slain We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again They collected the cripples, the wounded and maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The armless, the legless, the blind and insane All the brave wounded heroes of Souvla And when our ship pulled into Circular Quay And I looked at the place where me legs used to be I thank Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve and to mourn and to pity And the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered they just stood there and stared And then turned their faces away So now every April I sit on my porch And I watch the parade pass before me And I see my old comrades how proudly they march Reliving old dreams and past glory But the old men march slowly, their bones stiff and sore Tired old men from the tired old war And the young people ask what are they marching for And I ask meself the same question But the band played Waltzing Matilda And the old men they answer the call But year by year those old men disappear Soon no-one will march there at all
The men of the fall Of courage and sword A bow-strung courage Holds them to ground Astray in the snow An echo repeats The beg of retreat The sound of defeat The valley below Dark, silent lair Shelter the fold From the strain of it all Running for days......... The men of the fall Honour bestowed In heyday of oath Triumph and rage The call to crusade The roar and the rouse Volley and Thunder The fall and retreat Running for days......... The men of the fall Cannot surrender The beg of retreat The sound of defeat
(Instrumental)
Oh shift thy feet, oh peasant one Pull and tug your burden Even here the sweat will gain The firm belief so Christian Evil tide of middle age The effort and the struggle Will once again devour you Carry forth and listen The work of man upon his land Guarantees an altar Of kindred psalm And flowering spring Carry on ne'er falter Carry on, oh carry on The effort and the struggle Carry on, oh carry on The effort and the struggle So, carry on, so carry on So, carry on, so carry on If winter comes unseemingly Will season mark a rescue If winter comes approvingly Will childbirth restore you If darker days like middle age Profiteer hard labour If hunger bites the bible chill Still these days grow longer So, carry on, so carry on So, carry on, so carry on Carry, carry, carry on Carry, carry, carry on Carry, carry, carry on When fields are clammed in dirty grey You know how much they hate you To sing a psalm in suffered calm Carry on as always Carry on, oh carry on The effort and the struggle Carry on, oh carry on The effort and the struggle So, carry on, so carry on So, carry on, so carry on
All songs written by Richard Jobson and Russell Webb (except IONA, written by Russell Webb, original title by Richard Jobson/AND THE BAND PLAYED WALTZING MATILDA, lyrics, Eric Bogle, music, traditional, arrangement, Richard Jobson and Russell Webb. Arranged by Richard Jobson and Russell Webb. Recording engineered by Nick Griffiths, Mike Johnson and Norman Mighell, Taped by Carey Taylor Mix engineered by Nick Griffiths Produced by Russell Webb
Richard Jobson - Lead vocals, backing vocals, guitar and piano
Alan Darby - Additional guitars
Russell Webb - Bass guitar, guitar, piano, tympani and backing vocals
J.J. Johnson - Drums and percussion
Paul Wishart - Saxophone, flute, piano and backing vocals
Stuart Adamson - Guitar on IONA
Mike Oldfield -Fairlite on IONA
Dave Duncan - Bodhran
Tim Cross - Piano and flute
The Anvil - Russell, J.J., Paul and Carey
Alan Rankin - Guitar on FIELDS
Billy Mackenzie - Vocals on FIELDS
Ken Locke - Cello and vocals on FIELDS
Virginia Astley - Flute on FIELDS
Recorded at Brittania Row Studios, August and September 1981 except IONA recorded at Highland Studios, Inverness
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