Ashes, from Cures What Ails Ya by The Longest Johns
Watch that old fire as it flickers and dies,
That once blessed the household and lit up our lives.
It shone for the friends and the clinking of glasses.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
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Capture the wild things and bring them in line
And own what was never your right to confine.
The lives and the loves and the songs are what matters.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
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Do you feel heavy?
Your eyes drop with grief.
Your spirit is wild and your suffering is brief.
So never you buckle and bend to the masses.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
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Get round the fire with a glass of strong ale
And tell us a story from beyond the pale.
Bury some seeds and expect some strong branches.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
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Now show me a man that can meet all his needs,
For what we need most now is unity's seed:
A common old song for all creeds and all classes.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
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I'll tend to the flame...
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What will we do when the world it is ending,
And time it is halted for friend and for foe?
Try to hold on to the time as it passes.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
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I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
I'll tend to the flame; you can worship the ashes.
(let me know if i got anything wrong. I just got this from their website. There is a saying in german that goes like “Tradition is not the worshipping of the ashes but passing on the fire...“ (bad translation, sorry) and that's what the song reminds me of.)
Lyrics
Of all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn
Greater are none beneath the sun than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Yew that is old, in churchyard mold,
he breedeth a mighty bow
Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also
But when you have killed, and your bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn
Back you must speed for all that you need to Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Well Elm, she hates mankind and waits, til every gust be laid
To drop a limb on the head of him that anyway trusts her shade
But whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn
He'll take no wrong when he lieth along 'neath Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Oh, do not tell the priest our plight, for he would call it a sin
But we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in
We bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn
Sure as the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs
All on a midsummer's morn
Surely we'll sing of no little thing
In Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
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