Lyrics

Some of the lyrics from Yird recordings

Alot of people have asked us to put the lyrics to the songs we play up on the site, so here they are - well some of them. We'll be adding them as time goes on.

Just Added:The Ghosts of Imber (Recorded at Imber Church - in a deserted village on Salisbury Plain)

The Ghosts of Old Imber

[Written by: NICK PLANKENHORN/DEREK ARNOLD]

MANY YEARS AGO A VILLAGE WAS BORN
BY THE NAME OF IMBER IN MANS' EARLY DAWN
 WILD COUNTRY LANDS OF SALISBURY PLAIN
WHERE THE BUSTARD ROAMED AND NATURE REIGNED

AND SOON WE GREW AND OUR VILLAGE BECAME ONE
AND OUR CHILDREN KNEW THE WORK TO BE DONE
LIFE WAS FOR FARMING AND TOILING ON THE LAND
TENDING THE ANIMALS AND WORKING WITH OUR HANDS

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AND THE GHOSTS OF OLD IMBER, STILL WALK UPON THE PLAIN
YOU CAN STILL HEAR THEIR VOICES, ON THE ROAD ON THE ROAD ONCE AGAIN

OUR HOMES' BEEN STANDING 900 YEARS OR MORE
LIFE WAS HARD, AND LIFE WAS POOR
THIS WAS THE WAY ON THE DESOLATE PLAIN
IN THE HEAT OF SUMMER AND THE CRUEL WINTERS' RAIN

SOON ONCE AGAIN OUR COUNTRY WAS AT WAR
THE ARMY LAID CLAIM AND OUR HOMES WERE NO MORE
 47 DAYS WAS ALL THAT WE HAD
TO GATHER OUR LIVES BOTH THE GOOD AND THE BAD

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THIS WAS THE TIME FOR US TO GO
LEAVING GREEN FIELDS AND VALLEYS BELOW
PASSING SOLDIERS ON THE WAY
WE COULD STILL SMELL THE NEW MOWN HAY

AND SO WE LEFT, NEVER TO RETURN
PROMISES MADE, LIKE FIRES STILL BURN
WE LEFT BEHIND THE GRAVES  OF OUR KIN
THIS WAS A BATTLE WE COULD NOT HOPE TO WIN

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MANY YEARS HAVE PASSED WITH TIMES OF REGRET
OUR LIVES MOVED ON BUT WE'LL NEVER FORGET

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Album: Where the Thorn Trees Grow

Helping Themselves
[Written By Brian Cookman]
Everyone’s helping themselves
They’re doing their best to get more than the rest
And there’s nothing left on the shelf
So get in there fast while the dwindling stocks last
And don’t give a damn for tomorrow
Make sure that you live for today
To get it you’ll beg, steal or borrow
Before it all vanishes away

Don’t try to say it’s unjust
You drank it all up and you just drained the cup
And it was left to you in trust
But you like a fool made an ocean a pool
And what once was a garden of eden
You made into a desert of sand
You could have made it all last forever
But you let it get out of hand

Suddenly all of it’s gone
You were so clever, it would last you forever
And don’t blame the rest you’re the one
You never dreamed it was as bad as it seemed
You wouldn’t heed all the warnings
And you wouldn’t listen to sense
Now you can stand there surrounded by nothing
And wonder where the hell it all went

Everyone’s helping themselves

Time for a Change
[Written by David Charles]

Time for a change, time for a change (I think it’s time for a change)
Time for a change, time for a change
Time for a change, time for a change (I think it’s time for a change)
Time for a change, time for a change

Don’t you think that the time it is right, show your colours and get ready to fight;
Don’t you think that the hour it is here, go with your conscience you have nothing to fear.
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Put behind you all the years full of doubt, forget embarrassment, it’s time to come out;
Look in the mirror, look yourself in the eye, say you can do it, so go out there and try.

Oh the writings on the wall, time for thinking big and walking tall;
Learn to stand on your own feet, you know you cannot fall.

Chorus

Don’t you think that you waited enough, don’t stay silent now the going is rough;
Don’t let yourself be kicked to the ground, show yourself to the world all around.

Oh the writings on the wall, time for thinking big and walking tall;
Learn to stand on your own feet, you know you cannot fall.

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John Works on the Land

[Words and tune: Paul Darby; arranged: Patrick Randall]
I am a hewer of wood and a drawer of water
As the sun stays low in the sky
For worlds I would not take the life of a roadman
I’ll work on the land till I die

I round up the horses with oats in my pocket
Then groom and harness the day
The horseman’s task is to collar and bridle
And Beauty and Prince work their way

Between the two ricks made of corn and of straw
The clatter of belts fills our ears
The grain it is threshed and the dust it blows higher
The mighty machine takes our years

There are ditches to clear and hedges to lay
No labour has more to show
I change the face and the look of this farmstead
Far more than a rook or a crow

Robin Song
[Written by Peter Please]
Refrain
Green, orange, brown and grey
Are the colours I sing all the day
They’re the colours of me, the colours of you
The song of the seasons too (x2)

Grey’s where the colour rests
Where the song lies under my breast
It’s the time of the year when the life moves within
It’s when I build my own nest

Green is there if you look
It grows from my earthly brown
It’s the life you can see
It’s the loving in me
The light of a new spring day

Refrain

Orange is my fiery breast
That rules my heart you see
It stands for the life that’s revealed within
Summer’s own glory in me

I’m a Robin by now you have guessed
I’m the seasons where life is all blessed
If you see this in you, you’ll see me there too
The song of the sky in the blue

Refrain x 2

River Song
[written by Paul Metsers]
Refrain
Flow River, slow river, life giver, long liver
Flow river, slow river, carry me home

Up in the steep ridges
Far from the big bridges
White felt of snow melt
And you're on your own, so..... [refrain]

Down from the treeline
At the end of the incline
In the dam you will drown
But it only slows you down
And you're on your way, [refrain]

Firshermen may steal your treasure
Boatmen your deep may measure
And, with wistful sighs
Gaze in your eye
As you show them themselves, [refrain]

You are a hand with many fingers
That seldom ever lingers
But you rest your head
As you slowly spread
On the bed of the surly sea, [refrain]

River Song
Refrain
Flow river, slow river, life-giver, long liver
Flow river, slow river, carry me home
Vs
Up in the steep ridges,
far from the big bridges
White felt of snow melt
And you’re on your way
Refrain
Vs
Down from the treeline
At the end of the incline
In the dam you will drown
But it only slows you down
And you’re on your way
Refrain
Vs
Fishermen may steal your treasure
Boatmen your deep may measure
And, with wistful sighs
Gaze in your eye
As you show them themselves
Refrain
Vs
You are a hand with many fingers
That seldom ever lingers
But you rest your head
As you slowly spread
On the bed of the surly sea
Refrain

Album: I Will Sing You This Song

Coming Soon