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Winterbound
02:37
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When summer’s memory is weak
When days are short and nights are bleak
It’s then our harmony we’ll hold
Against the ever-creeping cold
When the thatch with snow is crowned,
Bar the hatch, we’re winterbound.
When all the harvest’s gathered in
The squirrels must their work begin
If acorns coat the frosted ground
For harsher weather we are bound.
When fog rolls in on autumn tides
And on its coat-tails winter rides
The geese leave early, dawn comes late
But we must up and tend the grate.
When the bees are all a-bed
We’ll ditch the cart; unearth the sled
And see how high’s the hornet’s nest
‘Twill tell how high the snow will rest.
If fortune keeps us through the dark
To see the sap rise through the bark
New harmonies succeed the old
To speed the fast-receding cold.
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Old Jacky Frost
02:37
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Old Jacky Frost is knockin' at the door
Don't let him in, no way sir
Old Jacky Frost, been here before
Don't let him in, no way sir
Whether you're rich or whether you're poor
He'll come knockin' all around your door
Give him a chance, he'll be in for sure
Don't let him in, no way sir
Summer's lost and the winter's come
Don't let him in, no way sir
Days are short and the nights are long
Don't let him in, no way sir
Hear him knocking, don't complain
See his star on the window pane
Comes the winter, comes a man
Don't let him in, no way sir
See the sheep in the winter snow
Don't let him in, no way sir
All forlorn, nowhere to go
Don't let him in, no way sir
Coats so thick, the sun don't shine
Oh how I wish that coat were mine
To glad the heart so warm and fine
Don't let him in, no way sir
See his breath freeze in the air
Don't let him in, no way sir
Older, colder everywhere
Don't let him in, no way sir
Head bowed down, he'll make you pray
For the warmth and pleasure of a summer's day
Old Jacky Frost, he'll be far away
Don't let him in, no way sir
Spring will come and rise again
Don't let him in, no way sir
Jack in the Green will bring his friends
Don't let him in, no way sir
Fight the fight, defy the foe
Old Jacky Frost, he will have to go
He'll be back sooner than you know
Don't let him in, no way sir
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Deck The Halls
02:33
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Winter Song
02:04
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When all life has left the ground
When ice like diamond sparkles around
When Jack Frost creeps under your skin
Cold winds blow out the fire within
When the swallow takes her flight
When the day is filled with night
Light a flame to guide you through
Spring will surely come to you
Darkness fills the icy gloom
Still and silent as a tomb
When the heart is heavy with woe
Fill this room with an earthly glow
Strike a flame and touch a hand
For that is the gift of man
Light the love to guide you through
Spring will surely come to you
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The Holly And The Ivy
02:24
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Oh the holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that grow in the wood
The holly bears the crown
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the Merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
The holly bears a blossom
As white as lays the snow
And deep beneath the spring she sleeps
While icy winds do blow
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the Merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
The holly bears a berry
As red as any blood
The heart of the merry green wood
Beats through the frost and flood
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the Merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
The holly bears a prickly
As sharp as any thorn
The frost that holds the fields and folds
Is vanquished by the dawn
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the Merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
The holly bears a bark
As bitter as any gall
Burn fear and blame
With fire and flame
As new year comes to call
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the Merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
Oh the holly and the ivy
When they are both full grown
Of all the trees that grow in the wood
The holly bears the crown
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the Merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
Oh the rising of the sun
And the running of the deer
The playing of the Merry organ
Sweet singing all in the choir
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Corpus Christi Carol
02:33
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Cutty Wren
03:46
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“O where are you going?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“We're off to the woods,” said John the Red Nose
“What will you do there?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“We'll hunt the Cutty Wren,” said John the Red Nose
“How will you hunt her?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“With bows and with arrows,” said John the Red Nose
“That will not do then,” said Milder to Maulder
“O what will do then?” said Festle to Foes
“Great guns and great cannons,” said John the Red Nose
“How will you fetch her?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“On four strong men's shoulders,” said John the Red Nose
“That will not do then,” said Milder to Maulder
“O what will do then?” said Festle to Foes
“Great carts and great waggons,” said John the Red Nose
“How will you cut her up?” said Milder to Maulder
“O we may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“With knives and with forks,” said John the Red Nose
“That will not do then,” said Milder to Maulder
“O what will do then?” said Festle to Foes
“With hatchets and cleavers,” said John the Red Nose
“How will you boil her?” said Milder to Maulder
“We may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“In pots and in kettles,” said John the Red Nose
“That will not do then,” said Milder to Maulder
“O what will do then?” said Festle to Foes
“A bloody great big cauldron,” said John the Red Nose
“Who'll get the spare ribs?” said Milder to Maulder
“We may not tell you,” said Festle to Foes
“We'll give them all to the poor,” said John the Red Nose
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Turn The Year Round
02:41
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Turn the year round, turn the year round,
The old king is dead, a new king is crowned
In ivy, in holly, in mistletoe berry and bough,
The jewels of the greenwood through cruel winter abound,
To turn the year, turn the year round!
In comes I a flash and a glance,
For if I must die I shall lead them a dance,
When be you so merry men,
As when you're hunting the wren to...
In comes I to brighten the dark,
The thrush calling nigh from your sorrows depart
What cannot be weathered
When we sing together and start to...
In comes I a song bright and bold,
With red breasted coat for to keep out the cold
Leave of your grieving
The robin's receiving old souls to...
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The Wilderness Yet UK
The Wilderness Yet combines the acclaimed talents of folksinger Rosie Hodgson, traditional fiddler Rowan Piggott, and guitarist-flautist Philippe Barnes. Independently, they have earned audiences’ esteem as consummate musicians; together, they weave a tapestry of traditional & self-penned songs with a charm and familarity that is usually only found in seasoned line-ups. ... more
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