Singing The Travels Lyrics & Chords By Maddy Prior

A fine young man it was indeed, Mounted on his milk-white steed. He rode, he rode, and he rode all alone Until he came to lovely Joan. "Good morning to you, my pretty maid." And...read more

The summer slips below the surface Floating slowly in clear water Drinking sunlight through the fisheye See the moon broken Moonflowers bright with people walking Drinking...read more

"Good, my lord, will you stay then about my father's house And walk into these gardens green? In my arms I'll thee embrace. Ten thousand times I'll kiss your mouth, make...read more

The hands on the clock keep turning round they point to the time of the day the time means nothing with you by my side though some time i'll be on my way. Down the road to...read more

(Sandy Denny) He was a stranger to himself A spy in his own camp And his money was his health All thrown to the dust by his very own hand Yet his beauty lingered still ...read more