Posts Tagged ‘DONOVAN’

JENNIFER JUNIPER

Jennifer juniperdonovanjennifer juniper lives upon the hill,jennifer juniper, sitting very still.is she sleeping ? i don’t think so.is she breathing ? yes, very low.whatcha doing, jennifer, my love ?jennifer juniper, rides a dappled mare,jennifer juniper, lilacs in her hair.is she dreaming ? yes, i think so.is she pretty ? yes, ever so.whatcha doing, jennifer, my love ?i’m thinking of what it would be like if she loved me.you know just lately this happy song it came alongand i like to somehow try and tell you.jennifer juniper, hair of golden flax.jennifer juniper longs for what she lacks.do you like her ? yes, i do, sir.would you love her ? yes, i would, sir.whatcha doing jennifer, my love ?jennifer juniper, jennifer juniper, jennifer juniper.jennifer juniper vit sur la colline,jennifer juniper assise très tranquille.dort-elle ? je ne crois pas.respire-t-elle ? oui, mais tout bas.qu’est-ce que tu fais, jenny mon amour ?jennifer juniper, jennifer juniper, jennifer juniper.

SEASON OF THE WITCH

When i looked out my window
many sights to see
and when i looded in my window
so many different people to be
that is strange, so strange
you got to pick out every stitch (3)
must be the season of the witch (3)
When i looked over my shoulder
what do you think i see
summer cat looking over
it shoulder at me
any strange, sure is strange
you got to pick out every stitch (2)
beat me its eye to make it rich oh no
must be the season of the witch (3)
You got to pick out every stitch
the rabbit’s running in the ditch
beat me its eye to make it rich oh no
must be the season of the witch (3)
when i go
When i looked out my window
what do you think i see
and when i looked in my window
so many different people to be
it’s strange, sure is strange
you got to pick out every stitch (2)
the rabbit’s running in the ditch oh no
must be the season of the witch (3)
when i to, when i go

WEAR YOUR LOVE LIKE HEAVEN

Wear your love like heaven(donovon p. leitch)color and sky brush and bluescarlet fleece changes youcrimson ball sinks from viewchoruswear your love like heavenwear your love like heavenwear your love like heavenlord kiss me once morefill me with songkiss me once moreso i may, so i maychorus 2wear my love like heavenwear my love like heavenwear my love like heavencolor sky heaven aliccolor sky rose carithearisari and crimsonchoruslord kiss me once morefill me with songkiss me once moreso i may, so i maychorus2lord kiss me once morefill me with songkiss me once moreso i may, so i maychorus2cannot believe what i seeall i have wished for will beall of our race proud and freechoruslord kiss me once morefill me with songkiss me once moreso i may, so i maychorus2

CELESTE

Here i stand acting like a silly clown would,
i don’t know why would anybody like to try
the changes i’m going through ?
a hidden lie would fortify
something that don’t exist
but it ain’t so bad, i’m just a lad,
so many more things to do,
i intend to come right through them all with you.
My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind
we talk a while by a crooked stile,
you’re lucky to catch a few.
there’s no magic wand in a perfumed hand,
it’s a pleasure to be true.
in my crystal halls a feather falls
being beautiful just for you
but that might not be quite true, that’s up to you.
Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake
a strange young girl sang her songs for me
and left ‘fore the day was born.
that dark princess with saddening jest
she lowered her eyes of woe,
and i felt her sigh, i wouldn’t like to try
the changes she’s going through
but i hope love comes right through them all with you.

HAMPSTEAD INCIDENT

Hampstead incidentdonovanstanding by the everyman digging the rigging on my sailrain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell offairy talesthe heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping gladesi’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this sceneand fadesin the night timecrystals sparkle in the grass, i polish them with thoughton my lash, there in my eye a star of light is caughtfortunes told in grains of sand, here i am is all i knowcandy stuck in children’s hair everywhere i goin the night timegypsy is the clown of love i paint his face a smileanyone we ever make we always make in styleyeah, strange young girls with radar screens and hands asquick as hatei won’t just now, later on maybe, and even then i’ll waitin the night timestanding by the everyman digging the rigging on my sailrain fell through sounds of harpsichords to the spell offairy talesthe heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping gladesi’ll taste the tastes until my mind drifts from this sceneand fadesin the night timetranscribed by stephen [email protected]————————————stephen [email protected]———————————-

GOLDWATCH BLUES

Goldwatch bluesdonovani went up for my interview on the fourth day of july.first old man he questioned me until i nearly cried,made me fill in forms until i shook with fearabout the colour of my toilet roll and if my cousin’s queer.chrous:here’s your goldwatch and the shackles for your chainand your piece of paper to say you left here sane.and if you’ve a son who wants a good careerjust get him to sign on the dotted line and work for fiftyyears. chorus.he asked me how many jobs i’d had before.he nearly had a heart attack when i answered, four.four jobs in twenty years, oh, this can never bewe only take on men who work until they die. chorus.he took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line.this is where we bury them in quick-stone and in limeand if you come to work for us on this you must agree,that if you’re going to die please do it during tea. chorus.this story that you heard you may think rather queerbut it is the truth you’ll be surprised to hear.i did not want no job upon the board,i just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor.chorus.transcribed by stephen [email protected]————————————stephen [email protected]———————————-

EPISTLE TO DIPPY

Epistle to dippydonovanlook on yonder misty mountainsee the young monk meditating rhododendron forestover dusty years, i ask youwhat’s it been like being you ?through all levels you’ve been changinggetting a little bit better no doubt,the doctor bit was so far out.looking through crystal spectacles,i can see i had your fun.doing us paperback readermade the teacher suspicious about insanity,fingers always touching girl.through all levels you’ve been changinggetting a little bit better no doubt,the doctor bit was so far out.looking through all kinds of windowsi can see i had your fun.looking through all kinds of windowsi can see i had your fun.looking through crystal spectaclesi can see i had your fun.looking through crystal spectaclesi can see i had your fun.rebelling against society,such a tiny speculating whether to be a hip orskip along quite merrily.through all levels you’ve been changingelevator in the brain hotelbroken down a-just as well-alooking through crystal spectacles,ah, i can see i had your fun.dum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dumdum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dumdum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dumdum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dumdum dum dum, dum dum dum dum dum

THE ALAMO

880 were challenged by travellers to die
By a line that he drew with his sword as the battle drew nigh
A man that crossed over the line was for glory
And he that was left better fly
And over the line crossed 179
Hey up santa anna, they’re killing your soldiers below
So the rest of texas will know
And remember the alamo

Jim bowie lay dying, the blood and the sweat in his eyes
But his knife at the ready to take him a few in reply
Young davy crocket lay laughing and dying
The blood and the sweat in his eyes
For texas and freedom a man was more willing to die
Hey up santa anna, they’re killing your soldiers below
So the rest of texas will know
And remember the alamo

A courier came to a battle once bloody and loud
And found only skin and bones where he once left a crowd
Fear not little darling of dying
If this world be sovereign and free
For we’ll fight to the last for as long as liberty be
Hey up santa anna, they’re killing your soldiers below
So the rest of texas will know
And remember the alamo

COLOURS

Yellow is the colour of my true love’s hair
in the mornin’ when we rise,
in the mornin’ when we rise,
that’s the time, that’s the time,
i love the best.
blue’s the colour of the sky
in the mornin’ when we rise,
in the mornin’ when we rise.
in the mornin’ when we rise.
that’s the time, that’s the time
i love the best.
green’s the colour of the sparklin’ corn
in the mornin’ when we rise,
in the mornin’ when we rise.
in the mornin’ when we rise.
that’s the time, that’s the time
i love the best.
mellow is the feeling that i get
when i see her, mm hmm,
when i see her, uh huh.
that’s the time, that’s the time
i love the best.
freedom is a word i rarely use
without thinkin’, mm hmm,
without thinkin’, mm hmm,
of the time, of the time
when i’ve been loved.