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Not Always
02:48
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A cherry seed was planted
In a garden on a hill
The soil was dry and nothing would bloom in the cold winter chill
No grass would root there
No flowers would grow
The ground was always buried
In a blanket of snow
Oh, oh, oh
It’s not always easy in the snow, oh, oh
To see the sun shine down
You’ll find your roots
Grow tall and strong
The sun will shine upon you
Just listen to this song
When winter came we were buried
Snow filled up the ground
The freezing wind that whistled
Was the only sound
No one thought to look out
At the cherry tree that grew
Until the snow stopped blowing all around
And our eyes could see right through
Oh, oh, oh
It’s not always easy in the snow, oh, oh
To see the sun shine down
You’ll find your roots
Grow tall and strong
The sun will shine upon you
Just listen to this song
When springtime came we went out
To the garden on the hill
To find the cherry tree was growing
Through the winter chill
The blossoms grew all summer
And then instead of snow
The ground was full of flowers
That finally could grow
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2. |
Tell Me
04:01
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Go to the woods and find the tallest tree
Climb to the top, tell me what you see
I saw the birds flying in a V
Tell me what you see, tell me what you see
Sail on the ocean and don’t look behind
Look down below, tell me what you find
I saw the fish swimming straight in a line
Tell me what you find, tell me what you find
Run through the fields with the wind in your hair
Search all around, tell me what is there
I saw the grass blowing in the air
Tell me what is there, tell me what is there
Visit the chapel and don’t shed a tear
Listen very close, tell me what you hear
I heard a choir deep in my ears
Tell me what you hear, tell me what you hear
*instrumental*
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Tell me what you hear, tell me what you hear
(Ahh, ahh)
Tell me what you hear, tell me what you hear
(Ahh, ahh)
Tell me what you hear, tell me what you hear
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3. |
Missing Pieces
03:16
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It's like a puzzle with missing pieces when he goes up and down the main street
And he doesn't know the address but he wants to find this sadness
And he knows that when he gets there he'll be met with that intense stare
But he can't break it now or he'll be gone
When he sees her smiling face, he'll understand why she's been gone
For so long, and she won't be coming back to him tomorrow
When he comes up to the front door, he sees all that he's seen before
It's all the same, to tell the truth, but now he smiles and that is new
He doesn't understand what this is all about
But that's okay with him at least for now
When he sees her smiling face, he'll understand why she's been gone
For so long and she won't be coming back to him tomorrow
I can see my time has come now
I don't want to be a breakdown
I can see my time has come now
I don't want to be a breakdown
It runs on in the family, you see
(I can see my time has come now)
I want to break that sad consistency
(I don't want to be a breakdown)
It runs on in the family, you see
(I can see my time has come now)
I want to break that sad consistency
(I don't want to be a breakdown)
It's like a puzzle with missing pieces when he goes up and down the main street
And he doesn't know the address, but he wants to find this sadness
And he knows that when he gets there, he'll be met with that intense stare
But he can't break it now or he'll be gone
He'll be gone
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4. |
Sown
05:03
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When you've plowed all your fields
And you've tilled all your rows
You can feel the slow drip
Of the sweat in your clothes
You've built all your walls and you've shingled them too
No matter what
The water won't ever get through
Well, you know you can find
All that order and calm
'Cause you've finished the job
And the good now can come
You've built all your walls and you've shingled them too
No matter what
The water won't ever get through
You've climbed all your mountains, you've swum all your seas and you still don't know
Don't know what it means
To be out on your own on your hands and your knees
You've dug at the ground and you've sown all your seeds
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
You've climbed all your mountains, you've swum all your seas and you still don't know
Don't know what it means
To be out on your own on your hands and your knees
You've dug at the ground and you've sown all your seeds
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
You've climbed all your mountains, you've swum all your seas and you still don't know
Don't know what it means
To be out on your own on your hands and your knees
You've dug at the ground and you've sown all your seeds
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
You've climbed all your mountains, you've swum all your seas and you still don't know
Don't know what it means
To be out on your own on your hands and your knees
You've dug at the ground and you've sown all your seeds
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh
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5. |
Figurines
04:10
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Driving in his car
To get away so far
Soon enough he was there
The map had helped him find his way
Sitting at the table, he tries to remember
How they'd run around in circles
Chasing each other every day
He finds the same old things on the shelf
The books he never found the time to read
The dusty figurines and broken pieces
Of all the things he's done and seen
The sunlight shines through
The dusty window
And settles on the glasses
Set to dry
He finds the same old things on the shelf
The books he never found the time to read
The dusty figurines and broken pieces
Of all the things he's done and seen
In the deep light of the fading afternoon
He lifts his arms at sunset near the water
Everything is quiet all around
The birds fall silent, woah
He finds the same old things on the shelf
The books he never found the time to read
The dusty figurines and broken pieces
Ooh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ahh
*Instrumental*
He finds the same old things on the shelf
The books he never found the time to read
The dusty figurines and broken pieces
The dusty figurines
(All the things he's done and seen)
The books he’ll never read
(All the things he's done and seen)
Ooh, they’re all he sees
(All the things he's done and seen)
All the things he’s done and seen
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6. |
Bereft
02:27
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She clung to a photo, all she had left of the boy she once knew
She was cold and bereft
The heat was intense as she turned in her bed
She couldn’t sleep, all her family was dead
But no words were sung for those soldiers who’d died
Few tears were shed, few children cried
Dressed up in uniform, boys, just nineteen years old
Like in Vietnam, fired as they were told
Mary Ann could cry, she could scream till her voice was gone
But no help would come for four students, dead on the lawn
But thousands more cried and raised up their voice
And took to the streets, yeah, to make some noise
Now in Vietnam Agent Orange has hurt
Generations to come, in the soil, in the dirt,
In the water they drink, there’s no way to avoid
The effects of the war on these young girls and boys
The trees have grown back but they’re not like before
And generations were lost in the pit of the war
Soldiers who fought could return to their homes
But they couldn’t escape the sounds of the bombs
Echoing in their minds for years
As they struggled to fight against oncoming tears
Addiction would haunt them till their dying day
And those who weren’t killed would just wither away
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7. |
Stories to Tell
03:23
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When the floors have been swept
And the shelves aren’t dusty
The clothes are well-kept
And the pans aren’t rusty
When the windows are shiny and sparkling clean
When the house smells so pretty
And the mirrors all gleam
There are stories to tell of the good times and bad
Of the ways that we acted
And the things that we had
Now the party is over, we’ve had all our fun
And it’s time to return to before we’d begun
Now we’re sleeping on floorboards and borrowing words
We’re running through hallways and chasing at birds
Having baths in the daytime and eating at night
Catching flickering moments of colourful light
There are stories to tell of the good times and bad
Of the ways that we acted
And the things that we had
Now the party is over, we’ve had all our fun
And it’s time to return to before we’d begun
The only reason to stay awake during the day
Is thinking of ways to enjoy the rest of our stay
There are stories to tell of the good times and bad
Of the ways that we acted
And the things that we had
Now the party is over, we’ve had all our fun
And it’s time to return to before we’d begun
There are stories to tell of the good times and bad
Of the ways that we acted
And the things that we had
Now the party is over, we’ve had all our fun
And it’s time to return to before we’d begun
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The Gilberts Nova Scotia
2021 Canadian Folk Music Award winners and 2022 nominees The Gilberts bring soulful lyrics, memorable melodies and close three-part harmonies to their original songs -infused with choral, Celtic, and Americana influences. Siblings Frieden, Reuben and Maisie are based in Nova Scotia, Canada, and were winners of the Americana/Bluegrass Recording of the Year at the 2021 Music Nova Scotia Awards. ... more
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