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"The Great Song Of The Sky"

"The Great Song Of The Sky"



Leitch

Let us try to keep in rhythm with the rolling of our hills
For I'm sure it is the remedy to clear up all our ills
And we'll seal a bond of family, communion of wills
As we're arc-ing on our way, infinity
As we're arc-ing on our way, infinity.

Let us try to keep in harmony with every deed we do
For we are, you know, one and the same that I reveal to you
There's a silent subtle secret between every entity
As we're arc-ing on our way, infinity.

Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me, oh yeah
Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me, oh yeah
Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me, oh yeah
Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me.

Di, di, di ...

Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me, oh yeah
Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me, oh yeah
Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me, oh yeah
Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me.

Let us try to keep in step with the changing of our times
And we'll let a good clean wind blow through the cobwebs in our minds
And embrace the Age of Atoms using wisely all we find
As we're arc-ing on our way, infinity.

Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me, oh yeah
Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me, oh yeah
Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me, oh yeah
Sing the great song of the sky, friend, with me.
 
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"The Heights Of Alma"

"The Heights Of Alma"



September last on the 18th day
We landed safe in the big Crimea
In spite of all the foaming spray
To cheer our hearts for Alma.

That night we slept on the cold cold ground
No tent or shelter to be found
And with the rain we's almost drowned
Beneath the Heights of Alma.

Let Britain's sons long remember
The glorious 20th of September
We caused the Russian to surrender
All on the Heights of Alma.

Next morning the scorching sun did rise
Beneath the East on the cloudy sky
Our noble chief Lord Raglan cried:
'Prepare the barge for Alma'.

Oh, when the Heights we hove in view
The stoutest-hearted did subdue
To see the Russian war-like crew
All upon the Heights of Alma.

Let Britain's sons long remember
The glorious 20th of September
We caused the Russian to surrender
All on the Heights of Alma.

Our Scottish lads with the sword in hose
They're not the last as you may suppose
So daringly they faced their foes
And gained the Heights of Alma.

To Sebastopol the Russian fled
He left the wounded and the dead
And the rivers there they all ran red
From the blood that spilled on Alma.

Let Britain's sons long remember
The glorious 20th of September
We caused the Russian to surrender
All on the Heights of Alma.

Let Britain's sons long remember
The glorious 20th of September
We caused the Russian to surrender
All on the Heights of Alma.
 
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"The Hills Of Tuscany"

"The Hills Of Tuscany"



I left my home and the factory
To wander my way to the sea
In the wild country, I'm happy
I feel so much more alive and free.

Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
In the early spring sunshine
Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
Little green grapes growing on the vine.

There is a girl I do so love
I know she would laugh to know my mind
Her beauty fairer than the dove
A flower for her hair I always find.

Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
In the early spring sunshine
Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
Little green grapes growing on the vine.

My voice I raise and sing her praise
To the flowers and the birdies of the air
When to the clouds I set my gaze
I often see her smile up there.

Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
In the early spring sunshine
Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
Little green grapes growing on the vine.

Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
In the early spring sunshine
Rambling through the pleasant Hills of Tuscany
Little green grapes growing on the vine.
 
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"The Hurdy Gurdy Man"

"The Hurdy Gurdy Man"



Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I opened my eyes to take a peek
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquility

'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love

"Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy" he sang
"Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy" he sang
"Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy" he sang

Histories of ages past
Hung in light and shadows cast
Down through all eternity
The crying of humanity

'Tis then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Comes singing songs of love

"Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy" he sang
"Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurd
Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy" he sang

"Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy" he sang
Here comes the Roly Poly Man
He's singing songs of love
"Roly poly, roly poly, holy poly poly" he sang
"Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy" he sang
"Hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy, hurdy gurdy gurdy" he sang
 
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"The Intergalactic Laxative"

"The Intergalactic Laxative"




I was impressed like everyone,
When man began to fly,
Out of earthly regions,
To planets in the sky.
With total media coverage,
We watched the heroes land,
As ceremoniously
They disturbed the cosmic sand.

In awe with admiration,
We listened to the talk.
Such pride felt they,
Such joy to be
Upon the moon to walk.
My romantic vision shattered,
When it was explained to me,
Spacemen wear old diapers
In which they shit and pee.

Oh, the intergalactic laxative,
Will get you from here to there.
Relieve you and believe me,
Without a worry or care.
If shitting is your problem,
When you're out there in the stars,
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to Mars.

They don't partake like you and I,
Of beefy burger mush.
Their food is specially prepared
To dissolve into slush.
Absorbed by multi-fibers
In the super diaper suit,
Otherwise the slush would trickle
Down inside the boot.

Oh, the intergalactic laxative,
Will get you from here to there.
Relieve you and believe me,
Without a worry or care.
If shitting is your problem
When you're out there in the stars,
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to Mars.

You may well ask now what becomes
Of liquid they consume.
A pipe is led from penis head
To a unit in the room.
The water is recirculated,
Filtered for re-use.
In case of anti-gravity -
Pee gets on the loose.

Oh, the intergalactic laxative,
Will get you from here to there.
Relieve you and believe me,
Without a worry or care.
If shitting is your problem
When you're out there in the stars,
Oh, the intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to Mars.

Wherever man has conquered,
On the quest for frontiers new,
(Da da da da)
I'm glad that he's always had to do
The number one and two.
It makes it all so ordinary,
Just like you and me,
To know the greatest heroes,
They had to shit and pee.

The intergalactic laxative
Will get you from here to there,
For cosmic constipation
There's none that can compare.
If shitting is your problem
When you're out there in the stars,
Oh, the intergalactic laxative,
The intergalactic laxative,
The intergalactic laxative,
Will get you from here to Mars.
 
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"The Land Of Doesn't Have To Be"

"The Land Of Doesn't Have To Be"



There is a land not far from the ears of sound
the eyes of sight can't see
it's over the trees
you'll be there by tomorrow's breeze

few people get there quick by their chosen road
they don't know it quicker to go
by natural velocity

there is a wall of doubt surrounding
everything that's there
children fair
they ride there
on the dreamy mare

and at the great big gate
waiters wait
they must fill the form
denounce the norm
they are torn
twixt praise and scorn

and in the dawning dawn
yawners yawn
not knowing they've been
or they've seen
what they've seen
or never seen
 
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"The Light"

"The Light"



I Died ... and I sighed
As the chains of the flesh left me
As the moans and the groans
Of the friend sent me
On my way to the Land of the Dead
I flashed ... that my soul was Unharmed
As my earth form I shed
That the image of death had been
A thought in my head
And the truth was a spirit am I
I sussed ... that my life had been a lesson
Chosed by me
For to purify my Soul that I may be
Worthy to shine forth the Light
the Light
the Light
As I moved ever up-ward
A Great Light there came
More feeling than seeing
And it filled me with Shame
Like a Bright Shining mirror reflecting my being
My present condition of Soul I was seeing
I Beheld ... Forms of Great Beauty
That shone forth the Light
With love vibes they met me
A cast off my fright
Those great souls of Ages long passed
I praised the Great Souls of the Ages
Who care for our needs
Who lovingly nurture
Wisdom's bright seed
Showing the way to the Light
the Light
the Light
I ached ... for the womb and the Earth
And another time around
Seking circumstances
The best that can be found
To give me the lessons to learn
I was Born ... and thru childhood
My soul still rembembered the Light
And thru teens I fought fiercely
For my vision of the Light
When I saw Mum and Dad had forgot
The Light, The Light, The Light!
 
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"The Little Church"

"The Little Church"



If you want your dream to be
Take your time, go slowly
Do few things but do them well
Heartfelt work grows purely
If you want to live life free
Take your time, go slowly
Do few things but do them well
Heartfelt work grows purely

Day by day, stone by stone
Build your secret slowly
Day by day, you'll grow too
You'll know heaven's glory

If you want your dream to be
Take your time, go slowly
Do few things but do them well
Heartfelt work grows purely
If you want to live life free
Take your, time go slowly
Do few things but do them well
Heartfelt work grows purely

Day by day, stone by stone
Build your secret slowly
Day by day, you'll grow too
You'll know heaven's glory

If you want to live life free
Take your time go slowly
If you want your dream to be
Take your time, go slowly
If you want your dream to be
Take your time, go slowly
If you want to live life free
Take your time go slowly
If you want to live life free
Take your time go slowly
 
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"The Little Tin Soldier"

"The Little Tin Soldier"



Once in a town in the black forest a little white toy-shop stood.
And the little tin soldier with only one leg lived in a castle of wood.
And across the room on another shelf stood a little glass case,
And a tiny ballerina lived in there all in her dress of lace.
And from where the little tin soldier stood they could see each other so clear
And the little tin soldier watched over her with a love that was so dear.
Then one day sadness came: the tiny ballerina was sold.
The little tin soldier was thrown away and into the gutter he rolled.
The water carried him to the sea and many far-off lands.
He made many children happy as he passed through their tiny hands.
And then one day they met again in a house in the land of Eire
And when the clocks on the wall struck the midnight hour
They jumped into a fire
And in that fire they shall stay
Forever in the day.
For the fire, Lord, is the fire of love,
Just like the peaceful dove.
 
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"The Little White Road"

"The Little White Road"



Oh the little white road climbs over the hill
My feet they must follow, they cannot be still
Must follow and follow though far it may roam
Oh little white road, will you never come home?

Oh the hills they are patient and steadfast and wise
They look o'er the valleys and up to the skies
But the little white road scrambles up them and over
Oh little white road, you are ever the rover.

I fain would go with you right down to the sea
Where a ship with white sails would be waiting for me
Go sailing and sailing to strange lands afar
Where deserts and forests and lost cities are.

But when I grew weary of my gypsying ways
I'd sail home again for to end all my days
In the little grey cottage, beside the grey hill
But you, little road, would be wandering still.
 
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