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Brambles on a Hill

Nature and Human Nature
The Wild Side of Town
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Laura's Song
Butterfly Galliard / Falling Star
I Was The Child
Another World In The Night
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See This Lake, Son?
My Beautiful Bomb Pit
Comin' In On A Wing And A Prayer
Tomorrow's Too Late
Why Have You Stolen Our Earth?
Human Nature
Stand Quite Still
If There's No Other Way
The Rockery Rock
This Blessed Plot
Don't Clear That Corner Away
Art Nouveau
Brambles on a Hill
Our Stolen Season
Good King Henry
You Never Know Where We Have Been
Harvest Will Come
Just Human Nature
The Albion River Hymn: prelude
The Albion River Hymn
Sweet Themmes Run Softly
Three Men in a Boat
Down The Stream The Swans All Glide.
Swan-Upping Song
The Sheep Shearing Song
The Building of Our Bridge
Twickenham Ferry
Letters
Still On The Wild Side of Town
Rumour Hill
Life on the River
Horse Music
Yellow Taxi / New Jerusalem
Dragonfly
Lemady / Arise and Pick a Posy
Foxy Comes to Town
The Wind in The Willows
John Moore (1907-1967)
Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey
Gilbert White (1720-1793)
Landlines

Brambles On A Hill

(Joe Broughton/Ashley Hutchings)

 

 

I remember cool September sun

Climbing that familiar hill

Weighed down and trying to run

 Sweet the fruit we tasted by the farm

Bitter though the price we paid

The marks all over our arms

 

Brambles on a hill, held us at their will

Marked us with the stains of this fine campaign

Gathering clouds ahead, we followed where they led

No thought of turning back, there’ll be no turning back

 

Full the basket - purple, black and red

Full the bowl, but fuller still our hearts

Though nothing was said

Walking down a long forgotten track

Walking to keep walking

Straight ahead, with no looking back

 

Brambles on a hill, held us at their will

Marked us with the stains of this fine campaign

Gathering clouds ahead, we followed where they led

No thought of turning back, there’ll be no turning back

 

Then home in the evening and slumbering soon

But I just couldn’t sleep for tangles and tears in my head

I would lasso the starlight and bring it to your bed

However I tried I only could capture the moon

 

I remember late September sky

Climbing up a hill weighed down with guilt

and trying to fly

Sweet the love we tasted by the farm

Bitter now the season

Marked with hidden scars on my arms

 

Brambles on a hill, held us at their will

Marked us with the stains of this fine campaign

Gathering clouds ahead, we followed where they led

No thought of turning back, there’ll be no turning back

60 years after being declared extinct.
somethings take just bit longer

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