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First Memory
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“In all my garden there is no red rose,” heard the nightingale.
“No red rose in my garden,” cried he with his beautiful eyes.
“Here at last is a true lover,” said the nightingale in the garden.
“Night after night, have I sung of him, though I knew of him not.”
And when the moon shone in the heavens, the nightingale,
Flew to the rose tree and pressed her breast against the thorn.
And all night long how she sang with her breast against the thorn.
And the cold, crystal moon leaned down and listened.
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Outside
04:39
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Outside, there’s a moon in the sky.
There’s a ghost in the night, just sitting beside me.
We can say goodbye without a sound.
We can say goodbye without making a sound.
Outside, there’s a moon in the sky.
And we can fly right by without making a sound.
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"...and when the baby cries give me one chance to be open in the sky..."
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The Violet Hour
04:20
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And in your garden by your gate,
I used to run around in circles.
Trying to call your name.
Trying, but nothing ever came.
And if the wind asks, tell it to listen.
It could carry me to you.
And if the rain comes, begging to let in,
lay down and you take it now.
It was always that way.
There’s a thousand ways to Sunday.
Always a cold bouquet.
Well, I could hardly wait to haunt you, haunt you.
And if the wind asks, tell it to listen.
It will all come back to you.
And if the rain tells you her secret, it may be true.
It may be true.
At the Violet Hour,
the evening hour that strives homeward,
brings your shadow home,
Breeding lilacs out of my memories,
is there no way out?
London Bridge is falling down.
And in your garden by the gate,
I used to run around in circles.
Minding my long white dress.
It was a long white dress.
I wonder if he’s okay.
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Across the Moor
04:30
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The Sundial
03:38
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Wake Up, Wake Up
05:17
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I sat upon an ivy wall, I could see clouds were coming.
And when the rain began to fall, I could hear flowers laughing.
Wake up, wake up, you sleepyhead.
I told you not to do that again.
The grass, he said, is not your bed.
What could be wrong with that?
Flower voices:
Come if you want, follow us down into the ground,
into the brown earth where we all are listening.
And when the wind comes whispering that it is spring then we begin, making our way up shivering.
And when the walls come apart, when the wind blows.
It goes up to the top. You are the May Queen.
You are our May Queen. See how we sing.
It was me, I finally was the May Queen.
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The Language of Flowers
05:05
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Gladiolus...
Apple Blossom...
Baby’s Breath...
Bells of Ireland...
Cherry Blossom...
Forget Me Not...
Ivy...
Jasmine...
Lily Scarlet...
Magnolia...
Morning Glory...
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Stardust
02:46
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Sometimes I wonder why I spend the lonely nights dreaming of a song.
The melody haunts my reverie and I am once again with you.
When our love was new and each kiss, an inspiration.
But that was long ago and now my consolation is in the stardust of a song.
Beside the garden wall, when stars are bright, I am in your arms.
The nightingale tells her fairytales of paradise where roses grew.
Though I dream in vain, in my heart there always will remain,
My stardust memory, the memory of love’s refrain.
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August Moon
04:15
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Dolls Come To Life New London, Connecticut
Dolls Come To Life are singer-songwriter Michelle Cross and experimental musician Joe Frawley.
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