Nothing

Burning, burning -

Nothing burnt.

Earning, learning

Nothing learnt.

Tearing, tearing -

Nothing bent.

Money earned but

Nothing spent.

Raining, pouring,

Nothing wet.

Old man snoring -

Nothing set.

Cows a-crowing -

Nothing wrong.

Singing, singing -

Words, no song.

Burning, burning

Tearing, tearing -

Nothing bent.

Tearing, tearing

Money earned but

Nothing spent.

Money earned but

Raining, pouring,

Nothing wet.

Raining, pouring

Old man snoring -

Nothing set.

Old man snoring

Cows a-crowing -

Nothing wrong.

Cows a-crowing

Singing, singing

Words, no song.

Singing, singing,

Words, no song.

Nothing.

I Want

I want to be a peacock that

Swims through the trees.

I want to be a river that

Counts in three threes.

I want to be a porpoise that

Walks through the seas.

I want to be a hound dog that

Eats more than fleas.

I want to be a rabbit that

Stings with dead bees.

I want to be a windmill that

Smells its own breeze.

I want to be a blue moon that

Markets its cheese.

I want to be a hotbed that’s

Easy to freeze.

What does it mean

To be something else?

To be something new…

Perhaps dark green?

A peacock that

Swims through the trees.

A river that

Counts in three threes.

A porpoise that

Walks through the seas.

A hound dog that

Eats more than fleas.

A rabbit that

Stings with dead beeS.

A windmill that

Smells its own breeze.

A blue moon that

Markets its cheese.

A hotbed that’s

Easy to freeze.

What does it mean

To be someone else?

To be someone new...

Perhaps a...Queen?

Will’s Song

A peacock

A river

A porpoise

A hound dog

A rabbit

A windmill

A blue moon and

A hotbed of

Coals and foals and

Rainbows or rain and

Never having to explain again about

Holes and bowls and

Pitchforks or swords and,

Yes, in short, as part of this sport,

I can formally announce -

I want to be a king -

It’s the only thing I haven't been.

From soldier to lover, and

Everything between:

Yes, I want to be a king.

A king, a king

He wants to be.

A king can do this,

A king can do that.

He can torch a town

Or just drop in for a chat:

Yes, I want to be a king.

A king, a king

He wants to be.

I want to be a king -

To be beyond “I cannot do”.

To leave that behind for ever, and

Always get my due.

Yes, I want to be a king.

A king, a king

He wants to be.

A king can do this

A king can do that.

You could rip my gown, and

Everywhere, a welcome mat!

Yes, I want you to be a king!

What is a king,

Without a son? but a

Smart old man, awake and fair?

Perhaps with an...heir?

Red and Yellow

Dragonfly stings, make the attack.

Beige and buffy and brown and black.

Red and yellow and blue and green.

Butterfly wings never were seen.

(Hums)

Beige and buffy and brown and black.

Dragonfly stings, make the attack.

Butterfly wings never were seen.

Red and yellow and blue and green.

(Hums)

Red and yellow and blue and green.

Butterfly wings never were seen.

Dragonfly stings, make the attack.

Beige and buffy and brown and black.

(Hums)

Red and yellow and blue and green.

Butterfly wings never were seen.

Beige and buffy and brown and black.

Dragonfly stings, make the attack.

(Hums)

Heave Ho! Click to play

Raise the sail, man,

Raise the sail!

Heave ho!

Set the course, man,

Set the course!

Heave ho!

Feed the fish, man,

Feed the fish!

Heave ho!

Learn to swim, man,

Learn to swim!

Too late!

Heave ho! heave ho,

Over the side we go.

Heave ho! heave ho,

At low tide and high tide we go.

It’s better’n, better’n,

Better’n than be’n inside!

‘Too late!’ she cried,

As she tried and tried to

Sit astride of the

Raging tide.

‘Too late!’ she cried.

‘Too late. Too late,

‘Too late

‘To wait!’

Raise the sail!

Set the course!

Feed the fish!

Learn to swim!

Too late. Too late.

Too late.

Can’t wait!

Fish bait!

Black

Where Flowers Grow

Words can tell

The stories of loves;

Words can sing

Of the flights of doves.

Words can help us

Struggle through pain;

Words can bring life

Flowing back again.

Words tell us things

We didn’t know,

They make all our hearts

Sink or glow:

They tell us when to

Come or go…

You send them where they

Shouldn’t go:

The older, wiser,

Fast or slow -

To live or die,

Where flowers grow.

To live or die

Where flowers grow.

Our Prayer

Why shouldn’t he

Spend some time in hell?

I know him

So well

That a short

Kinda spell there

Would do him

So much good and

Get him out of our

Neighbourhood.

Yes, that would be

Our prayer.

Will She? Click to play

Will she wait for me

At the gate?

Will she know that I

Sigh for her?

Will we ever be?

A soldier I -

Paid to do or die,

A man who must plan only for

Tomorrow.

Will she be brave for me,

And save for me?

Will she pray for me or

Stray from me?

Will we never be?

A soldier I -

Paid to do or die,

A man who must plan only for

Tomorrow.

Will she wait for me?

Will she be brave for me?

Will she pray for me?

Or will she stray from me?

A soldier I -

Paid to do or die,

A man who must plan only for

Tomorrow.

Will she know that I

Died for her?

Tomorrow.

For Me

Ah, yon bird -

Are you there…to be heard?

Is the night your own

Safe world?

While I lie here bent, uncurled,

Unsleeping, knowing that

Tomorrow will be weeping…

So that I can be a king.

A soldier I -

Paid to do or die,

A man who must plan only for

Tomorrow.

Ah, yon moon -

Will your light…end so soon?

Can you stay your hand

A while?

As you fall beneath the trees,

Silently blacking out.

Come the sun, please come the bees…

So that I can be a king.

A soldier I -

Paid to do or die,

A man who must plan only for

Tomorrow.

Ah, yon stars -

Are you there, Odin, Thor?

Loki, Freya, Mars?

My Lord?

Are you all or are you none?

On whose side: his or mine?

Come the sun, please, come the sun…

So that I can be a king.

A king, a king -

He wants to be.

He wants to be

A king.

I want to be a peacock that

Swims through the trees.

I want to be a river that

Counts in three threes.

I want to be a porpoise that

Walks through the seas.

I want to be a hound dog that

Eats more than fleas.

I want to be a rabbit that

Stings with dead bees.

I want to be a windmill that

Smells its own breeze.

I want to be a blue moon that

Markets its cheese.

I want to be a hotbed that’s

Easy to freeze.

What does it mean

To be something else?

To be something new…

Perhaps dark green?

A peacock that

Swims through the trees.

A river that

Counts in three threes.

A porpoise that

Walks through the seas.

A hound dog that

Eats more than fleas.

A rabbit that

Stings with dead beeS.

A windmill that

Smells its own breeze.

A blue moon that

Markets its cheese.

A hotbed that’s

Easy to freeze.

What does it mean

To be someone else?

To be someone new...

Perhaps a...Queen?

Will’s Song

A peacock

A river

A porpoise

A hound dog

A rabbit

A windmill

A blue moon and

A hotbed of

Coals and foals and

Rainbows or rain and

Never having to explain again about

Holes and bowls and

Pitchforks or swords and,

Yes, in short, as part of this sport,

I can formally announce -

A king can do that.

What is a king,

Without a son? but a

Smart old man, awake and fair?

Dragonfly stings, make the attack.

Beige and buffy and brown and black.

Red and yellow and blue and green.

Butterfly wings never were seen.

(Hums)

Beige and buffy and brown and black.

Dragonfly stings, make the attack.

Butterfly wings never were seen.

Red and yellow and blue and green.

(Hums)

Red and yellow and blue and green.

Butterfly wings never were seen.

Dragonfly stings, make the attack.

Beige and buffy and brown and black.

(Hums)

Red and yellow and blue and green.

Butterfly wings never were seen.

Beige and buffy and brown and black.

Dragonfly stings, make the attack.

Magic lights rippling the skies;