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Published on Sep 8, 2008
Please watch in High Quality! Another of my most favorite songs. Sadly, I first heard Dave Carter after he had left us. I remember the elation upon finding him and hearing his songwriting which contained words that spoke to my soul. Then the sadness to find out there would be no more. Fortunately for us, his partner, Tracy Grammer, continues to be the voice that brings us his songs...and so much more. Thank you Tracy! This is their classic, Tanglewood Tree, humbly visualized and brought to you here.
If you enjoy this song, please visit these websites to hear and purchase more. Tracy tours constantly and is a fixture at Falcon Ridge Folk Festival and other East Coast venues. If you take the time to see her in concert I have no doubt you will be forever changed, like me.
love is a tanglewood tree in a bower of green in a forest at dawn fair while the mockingbird sings, but she soon lifts her wings and the music is gone young lovers in the tall grass with their hearts open wide when the red summer poppies bloom but love is a trackless domain and the rumor of rain in the late afternoon
love is an old root that creeps through the meadows of sleep when the long shadows cast thin as a vagrant young vine, it encircles and twines and it holds the heart fast catches dreamers in the wildwood with the stars in their eyes and the moon in their tousled hair but love is a light in the sky, and an unspoken lie and a half-whispered prayer
i'm walkin' down a bone-dry river but the cool mirage runs true i'm bankin' on the fables of the far, far better things we do i'm livin' for the day of reck'nin countin' down the hours i yearn away, i burn away, i turn away the fairest flower of love, 'cause darlin . . .
love is a garden of thorns, and a crow in the corn and the brake growing wild cold when the summer is spent in thes lament for the faith of a child my body has a number and my face has a name and each day looks the same to me but love is a voice on the wind, and the wages of sin and a tanglewood tree
love's garden of thorns, how it grows black crow in the corn hummin' low brake nettle so pretty and wild and thistles surround the edge of the dim dark hour as the sun moves away lamenting a lost summer day who nurtures the faith of a child when nothing remains to cover her eyes?
(sung in harmony) my body has a number, maybe my face has a name each hour like each hour before this longing is a voice on the wind she cultivates the wages of sin in a tanglewood tree Love is a garden of thorns Love's garden of thorns, how it grows And a crow in the corn Black crow in the corn hummin' low And the brake growing wild Brake nettle so pretty and wild And thistles surround the edge of the Cold when the summer is spent Dim dark hour as the sun moves away In the jade heart's lament Lamenting a lost summer day For the faith of a child Who nurtures the faith of a child When nothing remains to cover her eyes? My body has a number and my face has a name My body has a number, maybe my face has a name And each day looks the same to me Each hour like each hour before But love is a voice on the wind This longing is a voice on the wind And the wages of sin She cultivates the wages of sin And a tanglewood tree In a tanglewood tree
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