| The master:
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| I was dreaming in the steam room
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| Everything was so clear for a minute
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| And I thought…
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| And the dripping tiles and…
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| And I said I’ll confess everything
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| Yes. |
| I own this land
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| I own these forests surrounding my
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| …my estate
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| This is my tea coming
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| Everything I can — I confess
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| The servant:
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| Bend
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| Now I have the bend
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| The best I ever
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| Place the tea just so
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| Then release and turn
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| Oh no not yet
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| Then release and turn
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| Turn away then go
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| Better try again
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| Looking at me he’s
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| Wait 'til tomorrow
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| Don’t want him to know
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| Next time he orders tea
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| Release and turn
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| Turn and limp away
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| Turn and limp away
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| The maid:
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| I was walking through the forest
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| On my break today
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| I had this funny feeling
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| Something was going to change
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| I was walking through the dry leaves
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| It was very strange
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| They hadn’t changed their colour
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| All the leaves were green
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| I don’t mind when it’s over
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| I don’t mind when it’s all done
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| It’s just the moments in between
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| Just before it’s gone
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| Something’s going to happen
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| Something’s going to change
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| I know I know I know…
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| The pantry:
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| And when autumn comes
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| Well, there’s lots of work to do
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| Bill — that means you
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| Time to clean the kettles
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| And the pots on the wall
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| Pickling and preserving
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| All the vegetables
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| Stop kicking the apples
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| Are we pickling this year?
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| Yes-you know we are
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| And when autumn comes
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| Well, there’s lots of work to do
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| Bill — that means you
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| Time to get the twigs up
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| You know, all those stick things
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| Time to trim back the roses
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| So next year even more grow
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| Does it hurt them to do that?
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| Does it hurt them? |
| no
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| (Francesco the truck driver arrives)
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| And when autumn comes
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| Well, deliveries start to go
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| Here he is now
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| Down into the valley
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| To the market he goes
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| Down along the tiny roads
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| That wind along the vineyards
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| And people lean on their rakes
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| And they say hello
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| Hello there Francesco !
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| Francesco there hello !
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| The bird:
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| (high sustain)
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| A boy coming home from lesson:
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| Another boy:
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| And those are my swans
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| Believe me…
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| There’s no light
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| And there isn’t because…
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| It’s so dark
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| Because it’s so dark
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| Because it’s so dark
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| The maid:
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| I was walking through the dry leaves
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| It was very strange
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| The leaves fell without changing
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| No yellows and no reds
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| Something’s going to happen
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| Something’s going to change
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| And just then as I looked up
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| I remembered what you said
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| I’m crying because I love you
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| I know that things must change
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| I can’t be there when you leave
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| What if you’re afraid?
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| You said something about the leaving
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| The moments in between
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| The yawning when the world shifts
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| The clanging of the trains
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| And a dog sits up and growls
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| And a cow begins to bawl
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| And a nun nearby stops to listen
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| Cross herself and then move on
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| I was laughing in the forest
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| I fell down in the leaves
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| And I watched the trees above me
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| Crossing in the breeze
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| I love the bare branches
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| I love the healing bells
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| The bareness in the last sun
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| The greyness and the gold
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| And a flock of geese flew over
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| And I laughed harder still
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| I laughed 'til I was heaving
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| Then everything was still
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| The servant:
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| Bend
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| Now I have the bend
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| Place the tea just so
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| Then release and turn
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| Oh not yet
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| Turn away then go
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| Better try again
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| He’s looking at me
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| Wait until tomorrow
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| Don’t want him to know
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| Next time…
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| Time he orders tea
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| Release and turn
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| Turn and limp away…
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| Limp away just go
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| Turn away just go
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| Just go… just go…
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| Just go… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Bird in the Gravel , by - Jane Siberry. Song from the album The Walking, in the genre Поп