Seth Lakeman Album

A soldier is obsessed with his love - a
true charmer.

For the charmer courted me,
And she stole away my love,
When my heart was young and fair,
She was the maid beyond compare.

When my head was hanging low
Well, she fought through frost and snow.
In my arms she'll rest away
For the charmer I would name.

Tell it to the charmer, so fine and pretty.
Farewell charmer.

She brought that summer fright,
We were separate every night.
On those winter days to prove
She’s away on the morning dew.

I wish but it`s in vain,
For the soldier I became,
Fighting lands I'd never see,
For the grass will cover me.

Tell it to the charmer, so fine and pretty.
Farewell charmer.

Well her bed is fine as silk,
The sheets as white as milk.
When my heart has gone away.
I`ll leave a bed as cold as clay.

She has two hearts I have none.
All alone when I am done.
To that charmer I endure,
For the price of love and war.

So tell it to the charmer, she’s so fine
and pretty.
Farewell charmer

Out of the moonlight in the month of May,
This ship would take her last breath.
Her full mast it was draping,
Like a mermaid she was dressed.

Her lonely heart is setting free,
All her cares they went sailing out to sea.

All those people gathered round,
Flocked to view that lovely sight.
All young maidens came to town,
They waved her out into the night.

She tried to clear the rocks with swelling
sails,
The ocean beat her everytime,
And with a crack her body failed.
Sea engulfed and filled our eyes.

When the news returned to the town,
Every maid sat on the pier,
With lovers lost and fathers never found,
For now that mermaid`s dressed in tears.

Her lonely heart has set us free,
As all our prayers they went sailing out to
sea.
You can hear her calling,
Now that mermaid`s dressed in tears

Come and listen, brave and tall,
The greatest tale I have to tell you,
It was a bleak and barren moor.
In ancient days he fell.
There rode a man of high renown
His name it came as hunter Childe.
Every day he chased heath and waste
On a moor so black and wild.

The wind blew in and that hunter
Fell upon a bed of snow.
The night drew in and that thunder
Stuck him in a steady hole.
He looked up high and he begged her
"Let me see my lover home".,
The moon called out to the hunter
"Come into the shadows".

He drew a knife from off his back,
Upon the ground his horse was lying.
He cut a measure, just full size
To rest there for the night.
With his finger dipped in blood
He scrabbled words along the stones,
"Upon my will, God fulfill,
Rest these heavy bones".

The wind blew in and that hunter
Fell upon a bed of snow.
The night drew in and that thunder
Stuck him in a steady hole.
He looked up high and he begged her
"Let me see my lover home".,
The moon called out to the hunter
"Come into the shadows".

Take a warning when you`re in the wild,
Against the skyline, off the high road.
For the memory of hunter Childe
Should rest you on your way.
He was a man of high renown,
His name it came, then blew away.
Upon his will the moon to steal,
In the shadows he will lay.

The wind blew in and that hunter
Fell upon a bed of snow.
The night drew in and that thunder
Stuck him in a steady hole.
He looked up high and he begged her
"Let me see my lover home".,
The moon called out to the hunter
"Come into the shadows"

I heard her in the valley,
I heard her in the dead of night.
The warning of a white hare
Her eyes burning bright.

Careful you don`t catch her
Or give her right of way.
For she will look upon you,
Steal your soul away

For the white hare is calling,
Dancing in the night.
She'll be out `til the morning,
With eyes burning bright.
The white hare is calling you.

Out upon the heather
A shadow came onto me.
Her hair was hanging over,
Her face I could not see.

She ran behind the rocks,
I heard the hounds cry,
The image of a woman
With her head held up high.

For the white hare is calling,
Dancing in the night.
She'll be out `til the morning
With eyes burning bright.
The white hare is calling you.

If you go hunting,
Calling out your prey,
If you see a fair maid,
With her hair ash and grey,

Careful you don`t catch her,
Give her right of way,
For she will look upon you,
Steal your soul away

You've heard of the great disaster
Where a terrible price was paid.
One hundred and forty colliers lost, and
twenty only saved.
Down in the ground they`re lying
With a dirt so thick inside.

There were many lost in the dark and
dust
When the colliers called out
"Hold your fire!"

The gas in the old deep section
Packed like a wintery drift.
And many a man had a blackened face
before he'd finished his shift.
The manager had been told
"Don`t fire that shot, we'll die!"

There were many lost in the dark and
dust
When the colliers called out
"Hold your fire!"

The firemen report their missing,
Some say forty days.
The manager he ignored them to cover
his criminal ways.
Now down in the dark they're lying
With a dirt so thick inside.

There were many lost in the dark and
dust
When the colliers called out
"Hold your fire!"

The family sent white lillies,
And paid for their Sunday best,
And the manager found, well all comes
down
The colliers had their rest.
We`ll go one more time unto the mine
To hear those colliers cry!

There were many lost in the dark and
dust
When the colliers called out
"Hold your fire!"

Folding hills and a silver lane,
A weeping maid, an evening in the rain,
Roses ramble and the trees hang low,
We sit and drink to all good friends we
know.

`Tis I my love who'll leave in June,
For twenty five days no more.
Now mark that spot from whence I came
It’s for king and country I`ll come back
again.

The first season passed without news.
Two weeks gone and still no autumn
tune.
The leaves they weep for the loss of their
spring,
The dimming days they serve no better
king.

`Tis I my love who fought for you.
For twenty five weeks no more.
Now mark that spot from whence I came
It’s for king and country I`ll come back
again.

The wind blew in a few small drops of
rain.
She followed them `til her tears ran down
again.
I`ll do as much as any young man may.
Please don`t sit and mourn I`ll come
back rich and brave.

`Tis I my love who fell for you,
After twenty five months no more.
Now mark that spot from whence I came
It’s for king and country I`ll come back
again.
I’ll come back to you on the longest day.
I’ll come back to you when I’m rich and
brave.
I’ll come back to you.

Out of the doorway her hands upon her
head,
The weeping maid, her love was lost or
dead.
Her longest day had only just begun.
She cursed the man who favoured for
the gun.

`Tis I my love who fell for you.
For twenty five years or more
Now mark that spot from whence we
came
It’s for king and country I`ll come back
again.
I’ll come back to you on the longest day.
I’ll come back to you when I’m rich and
brave.
I’ll come back to you on the longest day.
I’ll come back to you

Come all young fellows that carry a gun,
Beware of late shooting when the
daylight is done.
It is my reckoning that many hazards
they may run.
I shot my true love at the setting of the
sun.

In a shower of rain my darling did lie,
All under the bushes to keep herself dry.
Her head in her apron I thought her as a
swan.
I shot my true love at the setting of the
sun.

I'll fly from my country, I nowhere find my
rest,
Because I've shot my own true love, like
a bird upon her nest.
Like lead in my heart lies the deed that I
have done.
I shot my true love at the setting of the
sun.

In the night my fair maid as a white swan
appears.
She she says "Oh my true love quickly
dry up those tears,
"I freely forgive you for this paradise that
I've won,
"I was shot by my true love at the rising
of the sun".

The years they pass leave me lonely and
sad.
I can never love again `cause none
make me glad.
I'll wait and expect you until my work
down here is done,
Then I'll meet my true love at the setting
of the sun

Winter morning, I rode out to take the air.
I heard them calling, there`s a hunt today
declared.

Two young soldiers are on the run,
Came in courting a maiden young.
They stole her beauty, took no gold.
Take no prisoners, take no rogues.

Judge and jury, forty huntsmen rode to
town.
Their noble duty, track those footprints
up and down.

Two young soldiers are on the run,
Came in courting a maiden young.
They stole her beauty, took no gold.
Take no prisoners, take no rogues.

We took that mountain, the moonlight
shadows cast our way.
Wind was howling, we must catch our
bird of prey,

Two young soldiers are on the run,
Came in courting a maiden young.
They stole her beauty, took no gold.
Take no prisoners, take no rogues.

Make us ready, I see a fire up ahead,
Go in gently, load those rifles up with
lead.

Two young soldiers are on the run,
Came in courting a maiden young.
They stole her beauty, took no gold.
Take no prisoners, take no rogues

In this fair town we laid them down in
1643,
It was poor King Charles who travelled
for miles
In the heart of a civil dream.
As fierce young men we took a mighty
stand
and waited for the call.
We were the first ones over the wall.

These four walls at the heart of the
kingdom.
These four walls.

A shot rang out from behind the hill
As we marched along the bank.
We were stuck in fast between a heavy
marsh,
And our clothes were torn and damp.
"So steady your guns until the last man
comes",
Our captain he did cry,
I was the last man to see him alive.

These four walls at the heart of the
kingdom.
These four walls.

As night crept in, well the stars were dim,
No soldier made a sound.
We had lost all sight in that fading light,
The fires had gone aground.
So the captain went out to a scream and
shout,
For an ambush he would find.
I was the the last man to see him alive.

These four walls at the heart of the
kingdom.
These four walls.

At first light when the guns were quiet,
Reinforcements came to town,
They were put on our side with a
parliament pride,
The battle it turned around.
So the war was won, but the captain
gone,
And forever we recall,
He was the first one over the wall.

These four walls at the heart of the
kingdom.
These four walls

In this fair town we laid them down in
1643,
It was poor King Charles who travelled
for miles
In the heart of a civil dream.
As fierce young men we took a mighty
stand
and waited for the call.
We were the first ones over the wall.

These four walls at the heart of the
kingdom.
These four walls.

A shot rang out from behind the hill
As we marched along the bank.
We were stuck in fast between a heavy
marsh,
And our clothes were torn and damp.
"So steady your guns until the last man
comes",
Our captain he did cry,
I was the last man to see him alive.

These four walls at the heart of the
kingdom.
These four walls.

As night crept in, well the stars were dim,
No soldier made a sound.
We had lost all sight in that fading light,
The fires had gone aground.
So the captain went out to a scream and
shout,
For an ambush he would find.
I was the the last man to see him alive.

These four walls at the heart of the
kingdom.
These four walls.

At first light when the guns were quiet,
Reinforcements came to town,
They were put on our side with a
parliament pride,
The battle it turned around.
So the war was won, but the captain
gone,
And forever we recall,
He was the first one over the wall.

These four walls at the heart of the
kingdom.
These four walls

Summer evening, a maiden fair
Was walking forth in the open air.
She met her lover on the way,
She called out her heart would stay.

She said love not constant will quickly
go.
Cold as winter, white as snow.
Summer treasure, hand to hold,
Love be constant in a band of gold.

The wind is fresh`ning upon her eyes,
Down the years that stretch so wide.
Angels sing so far away,
His promises gently fade
She said love not constant will quickly
go.
Cold as winter, white as snow.
Summer treasure, hand to hold,
Love be constant in a band of gold.

Summer evening, a maiden fair
Was walking forth in the open air.
She said love not constant will quickly
go.
Cold as winter, white as snow.
Summer treasure, hand to hold,
Love be constant in a band of gold

He’s going under.
Beneath this stone in the fading light
Lies the lonely soul of a Joseph Wright.
Few hearts knew his kindness warm,
Few heads grew with a knowledge more
informed.

He’s going under.
With a gracious voice and a humour
broad,
He pleased both peasant, squire and a
lord,
A length his breath had a fortune steered
We called Joe`s life the finest lot in
years.

He's going under,
He's going under,
Poor Joe's life it was the finest lot in
years.

The hammer went down on his soul that
night.
His breath was cold but he suffered no
fight.
He was the last one sold on a priceless
tear,
For poor Joe's life it was the finest lot in
years.

He's going under,
He's going under,
Poor Joe's life it was the finest lot in
years

Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All we do is aim for better things.

That finger, finger of faith comes out and
touches me,
It`s better, better late than never for
honesty,
That sender, go and send yourself
another dream.

Go and send yourself away, go and
dream,
Go and dream, go and send yourself
away.

Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All we do is aim for better things.

Your so tender, tender eyes, release that
golden view.
It`s simple, simple friendship, flowers are
passed to you,
Your picture, picture perfect, pathways
are laid for you.

Go and send yourself away, go and
dream,
Go and dream, go and send yourself
away.

Poor as paupers, proud as kings,
All I do is aim for better things