Jim Capaldi - Something So Strong
We started off heading for the top and set our sights on the sun.
Now there's no more tears as we're standing here, and the morning light has begun.
They said that you'll expire. You're wasting your time to try.
But inside a heart of fire is a force you can't deny.
Something so strong driving me on, never tire.
Something so strong, born of the sun.
Like a fire burns inside me so strong
We live in hope waiting for the day, when all our dreams can begin.
But the time it takes for the rain to fall, is the time it takes to give in.
They said that you'll expire. You're wasting your time to try.
But inside a heart of fire, is a force you can't deny.
Something so strong driving me on, never tire.
Something so strong, born of the sun.
Like a fire, sea of fire, burns inside me so strong.
Love is what brought us here.
And no-one can deny.
Something so strong driving me on, never tire.
Something so strong burning so long, like a fire.
Something so strong born of the sun, taking me higher.
Something so strong been coming so long, burning desire.
Something so strong driving me on, never tire.
Something so strong burning so long, like a fire.
Something so strong born of the sun, taking me higher
Something so strong been coming so long, burning desire
Something so strong driving me on, never tire.
Something so strong burning so long, like a fire.
Traffic - John Barleycorn
There were three men came out of the west
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die.
They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead.
They let him lie for a very long time
Till the rains from Heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head
And so amazed them all.
They've let him stand till Midsummer's day,
Till he looked both pale and wan.
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard
And so become a man.
They've hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee,
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist,
Serving him most barbarously.
They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks,
Who pricked him through the heart
And the loader, he has served him worse than that,
For he's bound him to the cart.
They've wheeled him around and around a field,
Till they came unto a barn,
And there they made a solemn oath
On poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks,
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller, he has served him worse than that,
For he's ground him between two stones.
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
And his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
Proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox
Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
And the tinker, he can't mend kettle nor pots
without a little barley corn
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