Whiskey Stills In Arabian Hills

Cripple Creek

Omi Wise instumental

Whisky stills in Arabian hills, take 2

Dart Away 1st Take

Windy And Warm

Omie Wise take 1

When I was a boy,
 I had to know 
 what I would find
 just over the hill
And while still a lad
, I had to go, 
and so you see
 I'm rambling still

life's golden cup, 
 was filled for me
 with happiness
 and measures untold,
but i left the one 
who cared for me.
 a treasure's worth
 so much more than gold.

young men that roam,
 take heed today,
 the call of the road 
can be so unkind,
it will lead you on 
like a fickle kiss
 and a wasted life
 is all that you'll find.

Call Of The Road


In 1649
To St. George's Hill,
A ragged band they called the Diggers
Came to show the people's will
They defied the landlords
They defied the laws
They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs

We come in peace they said
To dig and sow
We come to work the lands in common
And to make the waste ground grow
This earth divided
We will make whole
So it will be
A common treasury for all

By the sin of property 
The orders came
They sent the hired men and troopers
To wipe out the Diggers' claim
Tear down their cottages
Destroy their corn
They were dispersed
But still the vision lingers on

They work we eat together
We need no swords
We will not bow to the masters
Or pay rent to the lords
oh we are free
Yes we are poor
You Diggers all stand up for glory
Stand up now

More orders came
To chain us well
The clergy dazzle us with heaven
Or they damn us into hell
We will not worship
The God they serve
The God of greed who feed the rich
While poor folk starve

We work we eat together
We need no swords
We will not bow to the masters
Or pay rent to the lords
Still we are free
Though we are poor
You Diggers all stand up for glory
Stand up now

The sin of property
We do disdain
No man has any right to buy and sell
The earth for private gain
By theft and murder
They took the land
Mow everywhere the walls
Spring up at their command

They make the laws
To chain us well
The clergy dazzle us with heaven
Or they damn us into hell
We will not worship
The God they serve
The God of greed who feed the rich
While the poor folk starve

The Digger

Just an the instrumental to a tune Ivyl, Dougie and myself wrote last year in march,I'll put up a version with the lyrics soon 

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Just got my old recording gear back , 

Isaiah-guitar vocals keys mandolin
Ivyl- vocals washboard


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