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Sorry I Stole Your Girlfriend

(Song not mine)
I am a creature of the wood,
forsaken in my solitude
My song is pleasure and is pain,
my song can drive a man insane
So come with me, my pipes I'll play,
and we will dance 'till break of day
I shall be thy lover

I've been alive since time began,
not beast, not god, and yet not man
I am the music and the dance,
I am the piper who enchants
So loose all ties to mortal kind,
my pipes shall play within thy mind
I shall be thy lover

Come unto me my beauteous maid,
I'll lead thee to the hidden glade
Thou shalt be happy and be free,
when I play, thou wilt dance for me
We'll feast on fruit fresh from the vine,
and I will sample the fruit of thine
I shall be thy lover

Sweet love I'll make for thee alone,
and show thee sights before unknown
I'll be thy master and thy friend,
for I'm the gold at rainbow's end
I am the beast within all men,
I am the rhyme past mortal ken
I shall be thy lover

BRIDGE:
I've played my pipes before man's dawn,
seen maidens ripe, turn pale and wan
Taught man the art of song and dance,
yet had to part from mortal clans
I must return to silent dells,
no fire burns, and nature dwells
So take thy rest within the shade,
and as the evening hours fade
I'll take thee deeper in the glade,
my cloven hooves through heather wade
I'll teach thee things man has forbade,
our souls entwined and unafraid
I shall be thy lover

REPEAT FIRST VERSE

Heather alexander - creature of the wood

(Lyrics):
I am he that knocks on your windowpane,
I am he that stalks the night
I am he with silver shot through my mane,
you'll dream of me with fire-eyes bright
If you ever meet me standing there,
you'll wish that you were never born
I'll seize your soul and strip it bare,
I am the Black Unicorn

My horn is forged of silver fire,
my shoulders bear leathern wings
I am the nightmare of your own desire,
I am the song that the Devil sings
Hellfire dancing in my eyes,
my coat is as black as coal
Mortals are so quick to hypnotize,
and then I merely take your soul

Teeth sharp as daggers cooled in the snow,
and hooves that burn through the ground
Follow me not where I lead you to go,
for then your soul will be devil-bound
There is but one who rides my back,
and keeps his soul ever free
His heart is cold and will not crack,
and he is as cursed as me

[Music/Paus]

I am he that knocks on your windowpane,
I am he that stalks the night
I am he with silver shot through my mane,
you'll dream of me with fire-eyes bright
If you ever meet me standing there,
you'll wish that you were never born
I'll seize your soul and strip it bare,
I am the Black Unicorn

(Song not mine)

The Black Unicorn By Heather Alexander (Lyrics)

(Song not mine)
Lyrics:
Sedna roamed the deep, the cold forgotten deep, no-one wants to be alone
Sedna roamed the deep, the cold forgotten deep, no-one wants to be alone

From her hands they fell, children of the ocean's swell
With ice's twinkle given sight
She offered them a name, and seals they all became
And laughing, took a coat of dappled light.

Sedna roamed the deep, the cold forgotten deep, no-one wants to be alone
Sedna roamed the deep, the cold forgotten deep, no-one wants to be alone

From her hands they fell, ever in the sea to dwell
Nimble fingered, quick and lithe
She offered them a name, and otters they became
Keepers of her secrets in the ice.

Sedna roamed the deep, the cold forgotten deep, no-one wants to be alone
Sedna roamed the deep, the cold forgotten deep, no-one wants to be alone

From her hands they fell, the mightiest of all
Slow and gentle as the tides
She offered them a name, and whales they all became
To tread the paths the lesser are denied

Sedna roamed the deep, the cold forgotten deep, no-one wants to be alone
Sedna roamed the deep, the cold forgotten deep, no-one wants to be alone
Sedna roamed the deep, the cold forgotten deep, no-one wants to be alone

Sedna  by Heather Dale

(Song not mines)
Lyrics:
A townsman's life is even, like the dust upon the road;
Not changing with the seasons — just fortune's fickle load.
But sitting on my step and bending hide and thread to task,
I saw the first man walking,
I saw the first man walking,
I saw the first of many walking past.

In ones and twos they traveled; the first hints of the wave.
With hat and stick and scallop they would go to see the grave
Of the Saint who'd lived among us, a town he'd come to save
As he walked along the road to Santiago.

With pennies in their pockets and blisters on their feet,
They'd come within their weariness, the humble and the meek,
For while a day could bring them wages, these months would bring release
From the road that they were walking,
This road that they were walking,
This road that led them forth in their belief.

Soon the trickle was a torrent; then the torrent was a flood.
And like Noah, how they laughed amid the gadflies and the mud.
Oh, I wondered what they shared that made such disparate men beloved
As they walked along the road to Santiago?

For one had come from Germany, and one from here in Spain,
And one from near the Bosporus where Constantine had reigned.
From every land they sallied forth, then ventured home again,
And found a road worth walking,
They found this road worth walking,
For all agreed their roads were much the same.

And so I laid my work aside — the day's long toils would keep,
For, what was said "A man must sow if he intends to reap"?
So with a laugh I set to putting blisters on my feet
As I joined them on the road to Santiago.

The Road To Santiago By Heather Dale

(Song not mine)
Lyrics:
The Greyhound's sinking in the waves, as fast the sea receives her.
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!
And Captain Bryce is on her deck, so we, her hands, may leave her.
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!

Curse the Reaper scowled in black, he's laughing at your failing.
Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing,
Bound for better sailing.

At Bryce's word we went aloft, and fought the screaming bluster
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!
We shortened sails and trimmed the ropes, with all that we could muster
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!

Curse the Reaper scowled in black, he's laughing at your failing.
Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing,
Bound for better sailing.

The Greyhound fought to stay aright as, cruel, the wild waves tossed her.
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!
But when the mast began to crack, we knew that we had lost her.
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!

Curse the Reaper scowled in black, he's laughing at your failing.
Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing,
Bound for better sailing.

So put your back into it lads, and haul against the thunder.
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!
And cry a prayer into the winds the ship won't pull us under.
Curse the Reaper, bend your back and cheat your sorry grave!

Curse the Reaper scowled in black, he's laughing at your failing.
Pull that oar until it cracks, we're bound for better sailing. (x2)

Bound for better sailing.

Tiny_Trini

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