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There's bluebells in the field
There's fire in the pit
So come and cook some sausages
I'll make a pot of tea
I'm up here in the forest
No one is bothering me
I shower in the open air
With no electricity
I'm free
There's books to read a plenty
There's a little veggie patch
I'll go and plant some tatties there
I'd like to learn to thatch
Then I could build myself a place
And live the simple life
No worries and no stressful job
I just need to find a wife
Where might she be?
We'd raise our kids like Mowgli
I'd have no need to shave
No need for things or money
Just music by the flames
I'd live like Grizzly Adams
At one with beast and land
In winter when it's chilly
I'd venture into town
And go for a pint
And use the internet
And go for a pint
It seems I've just defeated
the point of this songs
But is it ever possible
To know where we belong
Right now this wood seems homely
I'm happy as can be
All I need's a lady
A friend to visit me
Where might she be?
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Here I am Tuesday night and it's raining
Here I am at the Royal Highland Show
Here I am putting tents up it's pouring down
Here I am what the f*ck for I don't know
And it rains and it pours
But I do like being outdoors
Here I am Wednesday lunchtime still raining
Here I am with my portable stove
Here I am just one pan for my mushrooms
Just one pan for my onions and cloves
And it rains and it pours
But I do like being outdoors
Here I am Thursday morning sun shining
Here I am turning wood on my lathe
Here I am making rattles spoon carving
Here I am oh I hope it don't rain
But it rains and it pours
But I do like being outdoors
Here I am Friday's dawning planes flying by
Here I am drinking whiskey and wine
Here I am birdsong breaks into morning
I promised Gavin I'd be up before 9
And it rains and it pours
But I do like being outdoors
Here I am Saturday night at Cole Henley's bar
Here I am singing to the sunset
Here I am playing ninjas drinking free beer
Here I am wonder how drunk I'll get
And it rains and it pours
But I do like being outdoors
Here I am Sunday night people leaving here
Here I am drinking Matthew's home brew
Here I am getting eaten by midges
Talking politics and avoiding the queues
And it rains and it pours
But I do like being outdoors
And it blows and it storms
But I do like being outdoors
I like peeing outdoors
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3. |
The Calling (demo)
05:05
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In My Caravan (demo)
04:24
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Sweet Young Mairie you are oh so fine
Sweet young Mairie won't you spend some time
In my caravan
I'm a lonely man
Crazy Jimmy was a friend of mine
We'd drink fine whiskey 'neath the pale moonshine
In my caravan
I'm a drunken man
They shot poor Willy with a machine gun
Innocent Willy and now he's gone
From my caravan
I'm a worried man
God Bless my mother how I miss your home
I miss your cooking where my bed is warm
In my caravan
I'm a chilly man
But it's peaceful here where the birdies sing
The stars shine brightly and the music rings
From my caravan
I'm a busy man
For there's chairs a making and a fire to keep
Burning gently for my food and tea
In my caravan
I'm a happy man
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My beard is too long
My beard is too long
My beard is too long all my friends are gone
My beard is too long
My hair is nearly gone
My hair is nearly gone
All my hair is nearly gone I still want dreadlocks
My hair is nearly gone
Tell that girl I love
Please tell that girl I love
Tell that girl I love I love her still
Please tell that girl I love
Keep her safe from harm
Please keep her safe from harm
Keep her safe from harm and make her strong
Please keep her safe from harm
I'll go and climb a hill
I'll go and climb a hill
I'll go and climb a hill won't you tread with me
We can climb this hill
I'll sit and write this song
I'll sit and write this song
I'll sit and write this song won't you sit with me
We can write this song
I'd like to hear your drum
I'd like to hear your drum
I'd like to hear your drum and watch you sing
I'd like to hear your drum
My time will surely come
My time will surely come
My time will surely come how I'll miss you all
When all my days are done
My beard is too long
My beard is too long
My beard is too long all my friends are gone
My beard is too long
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A New Spring (demo)
01:37
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Tom Dillon Stourbridge, UK
I am a woodworker, a teacher & a musician. I love honouring a busy day in the woods singing & sharing with friends by the
fireside beneath a canopy of trees & stars.
Humans, trees & forests are most important to me. I try to aim my life towards their care, & towards more love & interconnection between us all. That is the intention of my music. Get in touch if you would like to share or hear more
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