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"Oh Lundy Isle"

  1. 1. Dream Catcher

    Dream Catcher

    Dream Catcher
    © 2016 Andy LeFevre

    Sunlight glistens on the waves rolling in
    Sea spray taste on our lips
    Catch our breath, climb grey granite cliffs
    Glimpse bobbing sailing skiffs

    Ocean breeze
    Memories
    Flooding back over you and me
    This place is a dream catcher, a dream
    catcher, blue
    This place is a dream catcher, a dream
    catcher, true
    This place is a dream catcher, a dream
    catcher, you

    Seabirds, calling in the sky overhead
    Timeless cries, haunt the air
    Ridge soaring masters they wheel ‘n glide
    Oh to feel the way they fly

    Ocean breeze…

    Child-like, delight in this theatre of wild
    White horses roam in the bay
    Sunset sky, paints the land and the sea
    In this Eden we’re innocent and free

    Ocean breeze…

    It’s so simple
    This is where to live, live, live
    It’s so simple
    Oh, this is where to give

    Ocean breeze…
  2. 2. Oh Lundy Isle

    Oh Lundy Isle

    Oh Lundy Isle
    © 2016 Andy LeFevre

    We sailed ‘cross to Lundy Isle
    On the MS Oldenburg
    To find old Benson’s smuggling cave
    See clown faced Puffin birds

    Out from the sea the Island rose
    Seagulls wheel they’re crying out
    Of unforgiving granite cliffs
    As we sail over sunken ships

    Oh Lundy Isle, Lundy Isle
    Three miles long, half a mile wide
    Ten miles from Devon’s coast you stride
    We keep coming back, to Lundy Isle

    We came upon The Old Light
    Built high on-the western side
    But often in-the clouds it stood
    And still the sailors died

    We hear the bells, St Helena’s church
    Ring for those that live here still
    Drifting out across the Isle
    Content they smile in their exile

    Oh Lundy Isle, Lundy Isle…

    We’ll laugh playing charades
    in Marisco Tavern and then
    Torch-lit paths winding back to where we lie
    ‘Cause the lights go out after midnight
    The wind’nd sea be our good night lullaby

    Oh Lundy Isle, Lundy Isle…

    We keep coming back, to Lundy Isle


  3. 3. Last Voyage Of The Nightingale

    Last Voyage Of The Nightingale

    Last Voyage Of The Nightingale
    © 2016 Andy LeFevre

    Captain Lancey said Benson, my old brigantine sail
    The Nightingale is her name
    Insured so well, ‘gainst misfortune’s hell
    In case there’s need to claim

    T’was a warm and windy, June Tuesday
    In seventeen fifty two
    From near Appledore, Nightingale left the shore
    With convicts silk lace and crew
    With keen weather eyes, Lancey surveyed the sky
    said the swell was getting too large
    So in Lundy’s lee, they stayed that night
    But by morn her draft, was half as light

    They’ll drink jars and jars in their taverns and bars
    And sing all their woes to right
    Recite big fish stories of past won glories
    New legends are made every mid-night
    But the holy grail, for shipwreck tales
    Is the last voyage of, the Nightingale

    Lancey ordered the boat, hoisted outboard
    Then a hull hole, was bored deep below
    Tarred oakum was lit, where the cargo once fit
    Smoke billowed with a fiery glow
    The sky after noon, turned red far too soon
    He-roared convicts, what’s your game?
    But he knew darn well ‘twas to no avail
    On-the Last Voyage of, the Nightingale

    Sail ahoy out there, the lookout cried
    Charming Nancy was her name
    Her Captain turned pale, at the stricken Nightingale
    Listing hard to port in flames
    He rescued the crew and the convicts too
    They swore upon their souls
    That an act of God, that day was to blame
    While Benson tallied-up, his insurance claim

    They’ll drink jars and jars in their taverns and bars
    ……

    With its convict slaves and its smuggling caves
    Lundy Isle was refuge no more
    Countless jars of ale, boastful sailor’s tales
    Spilled secrets of, the Nightingale

    Clung Lancey to his faith in Benson
    He would not turn King’s evidence
    He would not reveal, what he had to conceal
    ‘cause Benson would plan his defence
    But at execution dock, where Captain Kidd once rocked
    He kicked to the Marshals dance
    On a rope too short, to kill too soon
    While the crowd sang and danced to a drunken tune

    They’ll drink jars and jars in their taverns and bars
    ……
  4. 4. Lost Upon The Deep (Jenny's Cove)

    Lost Upon The Deep (Jenny's Cove)

    Lost Upon The Deep
    © 2016 Andy LeFevre

    Lost upon the deep
    Beneath the waves we gently sleep
    Along the coast still see our ghostly breath
    And as the waves pound over rocks
    above our restless feet
    The echo of a bell rings out - abandon ship

    We had sailed the Jenny through many a storm
    Kept dry our hold of ivory and gold
    But in a cove not named, rocks tore through wood
    Decks awash we laboured, did all that we could

    Lost upon the deep…

    Now lifebelts 'dorn the tavern walls
    Like window views to the lost at sea
    Oh feel their panic, oh hear their cries
    Nearby the unknown sailor lies

    Lost upon the deep…

    There is still some open window space
    Sirens call, from the tavern walls
    And if you turn your head, towards the sea
    You may catch a glimpse, of long lost me

    At Jenny’s cove

  5. 5. William de Marisco (King of Lundy)

    William de Marisco (King of Lundy)

    William de Marisco (King of Lundy)
    © 2016 Andy LeFevre

    William de Marisco is my name
    And I’ve reigned Lundy’s shores for many a year
    Rugged this place I rule land and sea
    None shall pass without payment to me
    Payment to me

    I’m Henry the third and my kingdom’s come
    With drums and pikes I’ll settle scores
    Those who would plot will live in fear
    My soldiers boots ever matching near
    But still I can hear

    You’ll never catch me out on wild Lundy
    where sheer granite cliffs are my castle walls
    This is my kingdom I rule land and sea
    In the Bristol channel I am king of Lundy

    Seventeen years I’ve been on the run
    The tonnes I’ve plundered sailed from every sun
    Then one day as my look-outs slept
    We were captured by soldiers up the cliffs they’d crept,
    Up the cliffs they’d crept

    Now long I’ve been dead by a dreadful fate
    Hate didn’t die on the hangman’s noose
    Then four horses drew me apart
    My days were over with still beating heart
    Still beating heart

    Well they did catch me out on wild Lundy
    where sheer granite cliffs where my castle walls
    That was my kingdom I ruled land and sea
    In the Bristol channel I was king of Lundy

    The castle and tavern bear Mariscos name
    Well that’s my lineage, I’ll retain my claim

    Well they did catch me…
  6. 6. Benson's Cave

    Benson's Cave

    Benson's Cave
    © 2016 Andy LeFevre

    Note: Verse 1 - quote from James Revel's “The Unhappy Sufferer” published 1780.)

    Down to the harbor I was took again
    On board of ship bound with an iron chain
    Which I was forced to wear both night and day
    For fear of from the sloop I should run away

    Sixty days spared I was brought ashore
    Lundy Isle just one day out no more
    To the castle keep we had there to sleep
    Toil sunrise to sunset stone walls to heap

    And in Benson’s cave
    Where us convicts slaved
    Hide his bootleg goods from prying eyes
    Cos profit in tobacco lies
    Smuggling it into old England

    Slaved three long years with the mainland in sight
    But we made our plans then one moonlet night
    Seven crept down to where the longboat was moored
    We rowed ‘cross to Hartland Point, escaped ashore

    And in Benson’s cave…

    And those of us who could write
    Left their marks in the dark
    Engraved on the walls
    As history’s shadow falls
    In Benson’s…

    And in Benson’s cave…

  7. 7. Lost Love

    Lost Love

    Lost Love
    © 2016 Andy LeFevre music, 'Didi' E.M. Crook lyrics

    There’s a crying in the wind
    There’s a moaning in the heather
    There is sadness in the heath
    There is sighing in the weather

    The grass is waving at her feet
    Her skirt is blowing in the wind
    Her hair is streaming round her neck
    There is torture in her mind

    Her shawl caught all about her
    Barefoot and wild she stands
    Spirit of the moorland heaths is she
    The girl with the roughened hands

    She thinks of her love of long ago
    Who passed away and left her
    He left when mist fell o’er the moor
    And went from her life forever

    Like her he was with raven hair
    Wild rugged and strong
    A moorland lad, born to be
    And should have lived there long

    They played on windy days
    and when mist shrouded the moor
    In summer sun they laughed with glee
    And ran to the weathered tor

    But now she stands there all alone
    Comfortless for ever
    There will always be the saddened heath
    And a sighing in the weather

    Her shawl caught all about her
    Barefoot and wild she stands
    Spirit of the moorland heaths is she
    The girl with the roughened hands
    The girl with the roughened hands
  8. 8. Siesta Key

    Siesta Key

    Siesta Key
    © 2016 Andy LeFevre

    Sun beams playing on my window sill
    Reminds me of where we’ve been
    Silky white sands of Siesta Key still calling me
    We lay there naked on the virgin sands
    Drying in the breeze
    The cool blue ocean breathing in and out
    Our bodies rise in sympathy

    Siesta Key unlocked the treasure chest
    Hidden on Crescent beach
    That’s where I learned your love was within my reach
    Siesta Key brings back memories
    Our footprints in the sand
    That’s where they merged at sunset on the strand

    Hair curls glisten on your smiling face
    Seashell close to your ear
    That shell phone call from Siesta Key still rings for me
    I answer it in-the dead of night
    Hear the breathing waves at the key
    Reaching out still finds you lying next to me

    Siesta Key unlocked the treasure chest…

    Do do do….

    We lay there naked on the virgin sands
    Drying in the breeze
    The cool blue ocean breathing in and out
    Our bodies rise in sympathy

    Siesta Key unlocked the treasure chest…
  9. 9. Puffins

    Puffins

    Puffins
    © 2016 Andy LeFevre

    Puffins, watching puffins
    Painted face, tear drop eyes
    scan the skies

    Digging, now the’re, digging
    Burrow down, through the earth
    for all they're worth

    Where in the world
    Can you see such clowns
    So seriously going about their
    lives up-side down
    Under ground

    Deadpan, oh so deadpan
    Big orange feet
    with matching beaks
    look so chic

    Where in the world
    did they get such looks
    So smartly made up for
    kids colouring books
    or song hooks

    Fishing, they've been fishing
    Beaks crammed with eels
    so surreal
    Puffling meals

    Oh where in the world…

    And where in the world...

    Puffins, love those
    Puffins
  10. 10. Shooting Star

    Shooting Star

    Shooting Star
    © 2010 Andy LeFevre

    I've been looking out so long
    Looking in all the wrong places
    Searching high and low for you
    In all those other lonely faces

    Shooting star
    You’re my, shooting star

    I make a wish, every time I see you
    That your smile means all my dreams will come true
    But then you take a different track
    Coming back for those others who think so too

    Shooting star
    You’re my, shooting star

    And if you ever fall to Earth
    Need to find out what your friends are worth
    I’m here, my

    Shooting star
    You’re my shooting star
    Shooting star
    You’re my shooting star
  11. 11. Spirits

    Spirits

    Spirits
    © 2010 Andy LeFevre

    Candle light flickers as the spirits come to call
    Quiet whispers in the leaves, shadows dancing on your wall
    Takes me to a place more alive than I’ve ever been
    If you know the place I speak of then you’ll know the spirits within

    Spirits floating all around, waiting to be found
    Hear them in the restless breeze and raindrops on the ground
    And the mischief shining in your eyes and the laughter we have found
    take me distant places far and wide to the spirits all around
    Wood smoke scents the evening to the crackling sound of flames
    Your eyes catch the moon light as you turn and call my name
    Oh, ripples on the water as their breath begins to show
    Leaves impressions in your mind, where they’ll end you’ll never know
    Spirits floating all around, waiting to be found…
    Take my hand and stay a while, what do you feel and see?
    Oh I don’t know, where they go, but they’re back when you’re with me
    Spirits floating all around, waiting to be found…

    Candle light flickers as the spirits come to call
    Quiet whispers in the leaves, shadows dancing on your wall
  12. 12. Pearls

    Pearls

    Pearls
    © 2010 Andy LeFevre

    Look up at the man in the moon
    Surrounded by a diamond sky
    But below a blue and white pearl catches his eye

    Scattered 'cross a ribbon of black
    A string of Pearls are fading out
    But below a blue and white pearl is still holding out

    And the man in the moon cries any time soon
    we’re gonna wake and know what’s fake
    In all these pearls in the sky only one of them holds you and I
    See our mother of pearl’s iridescent swirls with her blue & white cloudy face
    So alone in the darkness waiting for her first embrace

    And the girl on the ballroom floor
    Spins round in a diamond sky
    While the man in the moon circles round trying to catch her eye

    And there’s a red face looking on
    He's breathless to join the dance
    But knowing he can’t cut in he’s already lost his chance

    And the man in the moon cries any time soon…

    We’re dancing with a blue and white pearl
    Oh such a beautiful world
    Dancing with a blue and white pearl
    Oh such a beautiful world