by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

My name is Jan the gypsy I travel the land. There are no chains about me I am me own man. I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise Of the places I have been, oh, And they ain't no

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

I can't believe that it's so cold And there ain't been no snow. The sound of music it comes to me From every place I go. Sunday morning, there's no one in church But the clergy's chosen man And he is

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

They said that it was snowing In astounded tones upon the news I wonder why they're always so surprised 'Cos every year it snows Frozen images of snowploughs As they churn along the motorways I haven

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

I can't believe that it's so cold As gentle tides go rolling by, Along the salt sea strand The colours blend and roll as one Together in the sand. And often do the winds entwine Do send their distant

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

The lady she had a silver tongue. For to sing she said, And maybe that's all. Wait for the dawn and we will have that song. When it ends it will seem That we hear silence fall. The lady she had a gol

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

My young man, oh he is so fine, Sweet Rosemary did say. She gathered flowers and she sang All about her wedding day. Oh when I was a lass at school I looked out at the sky, And now among the woodland

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

If today was not an endless highway If tonight was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

Although the flames, they are so dim I can see them from over here But this is no time to worry now No time to shed a tear The people are all smiling And the letters are all too The flowers they are

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

Please mr lacey, let me work your lovely machine Please mr lacey, let me work your lovely machine Will you let me control the handles, You know it's the best thing I've ever seen Well mr lacey, where

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind" And she laid her hand on me and this she did say Oh, it will not be long, love till our wedding da

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

Oh 'tis I would be in Ard Ti Cuain, Where the mountains stand away, And 'tis I would let the Sunday go, In a cuckoo's glen above the bay. (after each verse): Agus, och och Eire lig is o Eire leanndu

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

I've been on the road, so long Been tired and broke, so long I've been to the south where the winds they were warm Travelling the road of no return, so long I've seen what was war, so long The ruins

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

How often she has gazed from castle windows over And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall With no-one to heed her call The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun And in a lon

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

Motherless children have a hard time when mother's gone Motherless children have a hard time when mother's gone Father will do the best he can, he don't always understand Motherless children have a ha

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

Across the evening sky all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the tim

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

I used to know this beauty brown eyes girl She was the hottest thing around the world I met her at Billy's in my darkest hour We had some beers, some tequilas We were troublebound The next pretty bab

by Sandy Denny on album Sandy Denny

Across the evening sky all the birds are leaving But how can they know it's time for them to go? Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who knows where the tim