Cover di Sweet Child

Sweet Child
Album - 1968 - Debaser id 116078

di The Pentangle

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Turn Your Money Green (02:16)
The Pentangle • Sweet Child
If you'll be my baby, I will turn your green money green
If you'll be my baby, I will turn your green money green
I'll show you more money baby, than Rockefeller ever seen

If you'll be my baby, you can be my boss
I'll stick closer to you than Jesus to the cross
If you'll be my baby, sure can be my boss
I'll stick closer to you baby than Jesus to the cross

If you don't believe I'm sinking, look what a hole I'm in
If you don't believe I love you, look what a fool I been
Baby don't believe I love you? Just look what a fool I been
Don't believe I love you, baby, just look what a fool I been

Baby, if the river was whiskey and I was a duck
I'd dive to the bottom and I never would come up
Baby, if the river was whiskey and I was a duck, duck, duck
I'd dive to the bottom and I never would come up

Please tell me baby, who's been telling you
Who's been telling you everything ol' Furry do?
Please tell me baby who's been telling you
Who's been telling you every thing ol' Furry do?
Baby, somebody been telling you everything ol' Furry do
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A Woman Like You (04:00)
The Pentangle • Sweet Child
I don't believe I have seen
A woman like you anywhere
And I must admit that I can't see
My making you into a dream

But if I had a magic wand to wave
I'd send a dove to catch your love
And I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart

And a broken heart won't cure my endless search, little girl
I'm going to fix a magic spell to weave on you little girl
L for the long grass to catch you in
O for the orange that sweetens sin
V for this very moment
E for thee

I'd rather wait and die
A thousand times little girl
Than take a woman into
the heart of my soul

And if I catch you sleeping all unawares
I'll carry you off to my secret lair
There I'll bind your heart to my very soul

I don't believe I have seen
A woman like you anywhere
And I must admit I can't see
May making you into a dream

And if I had a magic wand to wave
I'd send a dove to catch your love
And I'd send a blackbird to steal your heart
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Watch the Stars (03:03)
The Pentangle • Sweet Child
Watch the star see how they roam
Watch the star see how they roam
You know the stars roam down
At the setting of the sun
Watch the star see how they roam

Watch the wind see how it blows
Watch the wind see how it blows
You know the wind shall blows
When the sun goes down
Watch the wind see how it blows

Watch the moons see how it glows
Watch the moons see how it glows
You know the moon is gonna glow
When when the sun goes down
Watch the moons see how it glows

Watch the star see how they roam
Watch the star see how they roam
You know the star roam down
At the setting of the sun
Watch the star see how they roam
See how they roam
See how they roam
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Bruton Town (05:31)
The Pentangle • Sweet Child
In Bruton town there lived a farmer,
Who had two sons and one daughter dear.
By day and night they were contriving
To fill their parents' heart with fear.

He told his secrets to no other,
But unto her brother this he said:
'I think our servant courts our sister.
I think they has a great mind to wed.
I'll put an end to all their courtship.
I'll send him silent to his grave.'

They asked him to go a-hunting,
Without any fear or strife,
And these two bold and wicked villains,
They took away this young man's life.

And in the ditch there was no water,
Where only bush and briars grew.
They could not hide the blood of slaughter,
So in the ditch his body they threw.

When they returned home from hunting,
She asked for her servant-man.
"I ask because I see you whisper,
So brothers tell me if you can."

"O sister, you do offend me,
Because you so examine me.
We've lost him where we've been a-hunting.
No more of him we could not see."

As she lay dreaming on her pillow,
She thought she saw her heart's delight;
By her bed side as she lay weeping,
He was dressed all in his bloody coat.

"Don't weep for me, my dearest jewel,
Don't weep for me nor care nor pine,
For your two brothers killed me so cruel-
In such a place you may me find."

As she rose early the very next morning,
With heavy sigh and bitter groan,
The only love that she admired,
She found in the ditch where he was thrown.

Three days and nights she did sit by him,
And her poor heart was filled with woe,
Till cruel hunger crept upon her,
And home she was obliged to go.
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In Time (05:07)
The Pentangle • Sweet Child
Instrumental
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In Your Mind (02:14)
The Pentangle • Sweet Child
Some like through the morning cloud
(in your mind)
I can see
sparrows wake and shake
from sleep
(in your mind)
beneath the sun

Often...
(in your mind)
beneath the sun
there is nor the signal...
(in your mind)
always quiet

Over there you could be mad
(in your mind)
like a fool
searching for the true and why
(in your mind)
your are loved

With no one to take your hand
(in your mind)
you are afraid
time to rest and the reason where
(in your mind)
In your mind
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The Trees They Do Grow High (03:48)
The Pentangle • Sweet Child
Trees they grow high and
the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I seen
Many an hour I've watched him all alone
He's young but he's daily growing

Father, dear Father,
You've done me great wrong
You've married me to a boy who is too young
I am twice twelve and he is but fourteen
He's young but he's daily growing

Daughter, dear Daughter,
I've done you no wrong
I've married you to a brave lord's son
He'll be a man to you when I am dead and gone
He's young but he's daily growing

Father, dear Father,
If you see fit
We'll send my love to college for another year yet
Tie blue ribbons all around his head
To let the ladies know that he's married

One day I was looking o'er my father's castle wall
Saw'r all the boys a playin' with a ball
My own true love was the flower of them all
He's young but he's daily growing

At the age of fourteen he was a married man
Age of fifteen the father of a son
Age of sixteen on his grave the grass was green
Cruel death had put an end to his growing

I'll make my love a shroud of holland so fine
Every stitch I put in it the tears come trickling down
Once I had a true love but now I've ne'er one
But I'll watch o'er his son while he's growing...
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