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Donovan

Sand and foam

The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree
And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea
And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity
As I dug you diggin' me in Mexico.
 
There in the valley of Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade
Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made
We sat and we dreamed a while of smugglers bringing wine
In that crystal thought time in Mexico.
 
Sitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine,
Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine.
Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet,
I'm a-shakin' in my seat in Mexico.
 
Grasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night,
Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight,
Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lamp,
Valentino vamp in Mexico.
 
The sun was going down behind a tattooed tree
And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea
And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity
I dug you diggin' me in Mexico.
 

Season Of The Witch

When I look out my window,
many sights to see.
And when I look in my window,
so many different people to be.
That its strange.
So strange.
 
You got to pick up every stitch. Must be the season of the witch,
must be the season of the witch, yeah,
must be the season of the witch.
 
When I look over my shoulder,
what do you think I see?
Summer kept lookin over his shoulder at me.
And hes strange,
sure is strange.
 
You got to pick up every stich,
you got to pick up every stitch, yeah.
Beatnicks are out to make it rich.
Oh no
Must be the season of the witch,
must be the season of the witch, yeah,
must be the season of the witch.
 
You got to pick up every stitch,
the rabbits runnin in the ditch.
Beatnicks are out to make it rich.
Oh no
Must be the season of the witch,
must be the season of the witch,
must be the season of the witch.
 
When I look out my window,
what do you think I see?
And when I look in my window,
so many different people to be.
Its strange,
sure is strange.
 
You got to pick up every stitch,
you got to pick up every stitch,
two rabbits runnin in the ditch.
Oh no
Must be the season of the witch,
must be the season of the witch, yeah,
must be the season of the witch.
 

To Susan on the West Coast Waiting

Dear Susan, I know you love me so
But I want to hear it in my ear
You know I'd be there working at my craft
Had it not been for the draft
Dry up your tear and feel no fear
You're here with me like I'm there with you
 
To Susan on the West Coast waiting
From Andy in Vietnam fighting
To Susan on the West Coast waiting
From Andy in Vietnam fighting
 
I'm writing alone beneath a tree
The smell of the rain on the greenery
Our fathers have painfully lost their way
That's why, my love, I'm here today
Hear me when I say there will come a day
When kings will know and love can grow
 
To Susan on the West Coast waiting
From Andy in Vietnam fighting
To Susan on the West Coast waiting
From Andy in Vietnam fighting
To Susan on the West Coast waiting
From Andy in Vietnam fighting
To Susan on the West Coast waiting
From Andy in Vietnam fighting
 
Susan, I know you love me so
But I'd like to hear it in my ear
You know I'd be there working at my craft
Had it not been for the draft
Dry up your tear and feel no fear
You're here with me like I'm there with you
 
To Susan on the West Coast waiting
From Andy in Vietnam fighting
To Susan on the West Coast waiting
From Andy in Vietnam fighting
To Susan on the West Coast waiting
From Andy supposedly hating
To Susan on the West Coast waiting
From Andy in Vietnam fighting
 

Deep Peace

Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace deep peace
 
Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you
Deep peace of the wandering wind to you
Deep peace of the flock of stars to you
Deep peace deep peace
 
Deep peace of the eastern wind to you
Deep peace of the westeren wind to you
Deep peace of the northern wind to you
Blue wind of the south to you
 
Pure red of the whirling flame to you
Pure white of the silver moon to you
Pure green of the emerald grass to you
Deep peace deep peace
 

The Entertaining of a Shy Girl

I'll sing you a song
Paint you a painting
Dance you a dance
While you're waiting
 
What shall it be
Chocolate or soda?
I'm having tea
Do speak louder
 
Are you hungry?
Brown bread and treacle
Apple maybe?
I've a tree full
 
What do you know?
What can you tell me?
Something to show
Or to sell me?
 
Ah, here he's coming now
I'll say cheerio
Someone to meet
And she's waiting, so I'll go
 

Legend of a Girl Child Linda

I will bring you gold apples and grapes made of rubies
That have shone in the eyes of a prince of the breeze
Bright cascading crystals, they danced in the sand dunes
On the beach of no footprints to harpsichord tunes
 
A throne of white ivory, a gown of white lace
Lies still in the magic of a timeless place
One hundred small children, they laugh at the white doves
That rest on their hands with the touch of love
 
On a hillside of velvet the children they lay down
And make fun of the grown-ups with their silly frown
And the sound of their laughter is the sound of the green sea
As it washed 'round the foot of the seashell tree
 
The doves circle over and land in the trees
Where parrots are talking their words with such ease
Thus spoke three wizards to the young ones that day:
'There's sadness in the kingdom, make it go far away'
 
If you follow the sunbeams through the valley of flowers
To the palace of the White Queen with its white jade towers
The youngest, she sighed, then the clouds drew away
And a hundred small fingers scratched their heads in dismay.
 
From out of the sun a giant gull came flying
And the children got ready to sit on its wings
They waved to the raindrops as they soared o'er the trees
The wind tossed their hair high, flashing gold on the sea
 
They came to the castle and there they did fall
And they saw all the sadness, through the crystal wall
A princess lay a-sleeping so gentle and kind
Whilst her prince took to battle with his confused mind
 
The clash of bright metal brought the children fear
But their cloaks of blue satin dried up all of these tears
Thus children held hands and they spelled out her name
All the golden children became a golden chain
 
It lies on a white throne in a magic place
With a tunic of velvet and a gown of white lace
My sword, it lies broken and cast in a lake
In a dream I was told that my princess would wake
 

Josie

Josie, I wont fail ya
I wont fail you, have no fear
Josie, I wont fail ya
Give me one more chance, the day is near
 
The meadows they are bursting
The yellow corn lies in your hands
And with the night comes sorrow
As the tide of dawn slips on the land
 
The long breezes are blowing
All down the sky into my face
I've a weary kind of feeling
Like my time has come and gone to waste
 
I love you, darling Josie
The trees of pine, they grow so tall
How come you came to love me
When you didn't love me at all?
 
Josie, I wont fail ya
I wont fail you, have no fear
Josie, I wont fail ya
Give me one more chance, the day is near
 
My Josie looks a child now
As she lies beyond my breast
In the night I think about her
In the day I get no rest
 
I cut me a young pine cone
And I gave it to the river deep
It sailed way by your window
Where you lay so long in sleep
 
God bless you, darling Josie
With your sparkling eyes so bright and clear
Josie, I won't fail ya
I won't fail you, have no fear
 
Josie, I wont fail ya
I wont fail you, have no fear
Josie, I won't fail ya
Give me one more chance, the day is near