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Other Songs from 'In The Morning cd/demo'
Maude and Co (Condell)
You came across the windy crags
To me with morning-misty eyes
And rising up to paint the dawn
I saw you go walking far below
And one by one your steps I heard
I closed my eyes until
You put your arms around.
And the night fades as the day grows
And I saw you go walking by
You wandered through my tiny rooms
With Maude, my philanthropic cat
And looking out to see a cloud
You said it had a sailor's face
And your eyes were brown
And your hair was bronze
As you gazed out at the view
And then you turned to me.
As the dawn grows while the night goes
And I saw you go walking by.
Well the cat and I, we both agreed
This girl had come to stay-
She's now our number three.
Well the dawn grows as the night withdraws
And I see you come walking by.
Yes the night goes as the dawn comes grow
And I see you come walking by.
My Flower Will Not Fade (Condell)
In this region of leafy woods,
Grass, pure fields and kind,
There lived within a cottage dark
The maiden I adore.
I saw both this lady and spinning wheel
On my way with my homeward flock.
She blushed the while to see me smile
And then, said she, 'Good-day'
Fruit it is swelling and raindrops forewarn
My flower will not fade.
My horses all knew of my love for them
But now their jealousy shows
When my lady's hand is in mine
And moon shines in the eyes.
The cock and his crowing tomorrow morn
The village bell will ring
And when all is said and done
A joy tear on the ring.
Fruit it is swelling and raindrops forewarn
My flower will not fade.
A Day In The Hay (Condell)
I happened to stay, for a day, in the country.
My Maggie May sent a line -
'won't you please come down?'
So I climbed up on my piebald, on my piebald pony-o
And I went down for a day in the hay.
A day in the hay, hay, hay
With my Maggie May hey, hey
A day in the hay, hay, hay
With my Maggie May, hey, hey
Sun on our heads, like a child's, in the middle of the day
And in the mid-day well we ate and we drank
on a hay-cart top
Her mother and her father they were like warm,
long summer days
And I worked like a son for them.
A day in the hay, hay, hay
With my Maggie May hey, hey
A day in the hay, hay, hay
With my Maggie May, hey, hey
A day in the hay, hay, hay
With my Maggie May hey, hey
A day in the hay, hay, hay
With my Maggie May, hey, hey
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