Songs sung in folk clubs round North and West Yorkshire
Left with the wind
Why, why, why,
does the sun cloud the sky?
Why, why, why,
is the moon veiled red?
Old wives tales say
hearts soon mend,
Someone once told me,
rushed love soon ends,
And the signs in the stars
tell me nothing kind,
I am left with the wind,
I am left with the wind.
Why, why, why…
It's good to hold
the hand of a child,
Play crazy games
and watch him smile,
But when the trees bow down
to the cracks at my feet,
I am left with the wind,
I am left with the wind.Why, why, why…
It's midnight again,
and time moves along.
A new day comes
and the past is gone,
Freedom is sought,
but some think it wrong.
And I am left with the wind,
I am left with the wind.
Why, why, why…
2004
All songs Copyright SJ Fox 2000-2005
Indigo Sky
Your heart is black, black, black
'Gainst an indigo sky.
And you've said hard words lately
To make me cry.
You will not change your mind,
That is your decision.
Speak to me love, in my dreams,
And I will answer you.
The moon's a silver casket
Filled with coins that shine.
I collect my memories bravely
And seal them in my mind.
But I am torn from the storm
Formed from the wind and the rain,
You don't understand,
You have not researched,
The origin of my name.
There is a steep path descending
To the valley floor.
The woman is travelling on,
She's been seen here before.
There is no shelter here,
From the wind and the rain,
There is nowhere to hide,
And snow's on its way,
The woman moves on again.
You enter my dreams,
filled with kindness and love,
But the colours are changing,
show a life so corrupt,
Oh, how can you carry,
Such anger and pride?
Now my certainty's fading
in the new morning light.
Your heart's black, black, black,
'Gainst an indigo sky.
And you've said hard words lately/To make me cry.
But I will not change my mind, /That is my decision.
Speak to me love, in my dreams,
And I will answer you.
2004