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Under The Greenwood Tree
03:21
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Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Under the greenwood tree
Who loves to lie with me
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat
Come hither, come hither
Come hither, come hither
Here he shall see no enemy
But winter and rough weather
Who doth ambition shun
And loves to live in the sun
Seeking the food he eats
And pleased with what he gets
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Come hither, come hither
Come hither, come hither
Here he shall see no enemy
But winter and rough weather
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh
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Willow Song
02:32
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The poor soul sat sighing
By the sycamore tree
Sing all a green willow
Her hand on her bosom
Her head on her knee
Sing willow, willow
The fresh streams ran by her
And murm'red her moans
Sing willow, willow
Her salt tears fell from her
And soft'nd the stones
Sing willow, willow
Sing willow, willow
Sing willow, willow
Sing all a green willow
Must be my garland
Let nobody blame him
His scorn I approve
I called my love false love
But what said he then?
Sing willow, willow
If I court more women
You'll couch with more men
Sing willow, willow
Sing willow, willow
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3. |
The Moon Song
02:52
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4. |
Fairy Queen
02:19
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Lullaby
01:40
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6. |
Sigh No More
01:50
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Sigh no more ladies
Sigh no more
Men were deceivers ever
One foot on sea, and one foot on shore
And to one thing, constant never
Then sigh not so,
But let them go
And be you blythe, and bonny
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey, nonny nonny
Sing no more ditties
Sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was levvy
Then sigh not so,
But let them go
And be you blythe, and bonny
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey, nonny nonny
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Heavily
02:10
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9. |
R&J Prologue
01:44
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Two households, both alike in dignity
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
The fearful passage of their death-marked love
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage;
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
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10. |
No Love In This
04:34
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Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes
What is it else, a madness most most discrete?
A choking gall, and a presr'ving sweet?
Here's much to do with hate
But more with love
Why then, oh brawling love, oh loving hate
Oh anything, of nothing first create
Still waking sleep that is not what it is
This love feel I
That feel no love in this
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Take him and cut him out in little stars
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
And love devouring death do what he dare
It is enough I may but call her mine
Call her mine
Instrumental
Here's much to do with hate
But more with love
Why then, oh brawling love, oh loving hate
Oh anything, of nothing first create
Still waking sleep that is not what it is
This love feel I that feel
This love feel I that feel
This love feel I that feel no love in this
No love in this
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
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11. |
Epilogue
02:16
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A glooming peace this morning with it brings
The sun for sorrow will not show his head
Go hence to have more talk of these sad things
Some shall be pardoned, and some punished
Take him, and cut him out in little stars
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet, and her Romeo
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12. |
Break Of Day
02:47
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Now until the break of day
Through this house, each fairy stray
To the best bride bed will we
Which by us, shall blessed be
And the owner of it blessed
Ever shall in safety rest
Trip away, make no stay
Meet me all by break of day
Trip away, make no stay
Trip away, make no stay
With this field, dew consecrate
Every fairy, take his gait
And each sev'ral chamber blessed
Through this palace with sweet peace
And the owner of it blessed
Ever shall in safety rest
Trip away, make no stay
Meet me all by break of day
Trip away, make no stay
Trip away, make no stay
(Now until break of day)
And the owner of it blessed
Trip away, make no stay
Trip away, make no stay
Ever shall in safety rest
(Meet me by break of day)
Trip away, make no stay
Meet me all by break of day
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Ray Duncan Nashville, Tennessee
Ray Duncan is an independent artist and composer based in Nashville, Tennessee. Self proclaimed ex-sadgirl.
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