Red And Gold-Fairport Convention

[ti:Red And Gold] [ar:Fairport Convention] [al:Rhythm Of The Time] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Red And Gold - Fairport Convention (公平港口大会) [00:00.78]Red and Gold are royal colours [00:00.97] [00:05.33]Peasant colours are green and brown [00:10.17]Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing [00:14.98]Red and gold when the harvest is cut down [00:24.93]Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire the Cherwell takes it's [00:28.10]Course [00:29.10]And the willows weep into it's waters clear [00:32.28] [00:34.34]My name it is Will Tims and it's here that I was born [00:39.33]And raised in faith my King and God to fear [00:44.19]In 1644 the King in Oxford Town did dwell [00:49.06]Though we'd heard that Cromwell's army was nearby [00:53.80]It did not occur to me that little Cropredy [00:58.73]Could be witness to the meeting of both sides [01:03.97]On June the 29th that year I was about my work [01:08.60]Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream [01:13.33]My blade slipped I cut my hand and my own dear blood [01:17.22]Did flow [01:18.60]Upon the brown earth and the corn still green [01:23.78]Now it did distress me so to watch my own blood flow [01:28.65]And quickly soak into the greedy ground [01:33.02]In red and gold my colours swam and sweat broke on my [01:37.16]Brow [01:38.35]And faint I knew that I must lay me down [01:43.51]Red and Gold are royal colours [01:48.45]Peasant colours are green and brown [01:53.31]Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing [01:59.79]Red and gold when the harvest is cut down [02:06.15]At first I thought the thundering was just inside my [02:09.29]Head [02:10.48]So I raised myself above the hedge to see [02:15.30]And I watched as in a dream as the armies fought [02:17.98]Downstream [02:20.10]The Battle for the Bridge at Cropredy [02:22.28] [02:25.03]Now the King's men fought in red and gold though [02:27.84]Cromwell's men were plainer [02:29.77]The blood they spilled was coloured just the same [02:34.45]Through the hedgerow's fragile cover I saw brother [02:37.22]Killing brother [02:39.33]And all of this was done in Jesus' name [02:44.45]Red and Gold are royal colours [02:48.82]Peasant colours are green and brown [02:53.88]Green is the corn in the brown earth when it's growing [03:00.30]Red and gold when the harvest is cut down [03:06.55]All that day and all the next the battle it was raging [03:11.04]Though when darkness came I slipped away [03:16.03]But the crying of the dying kept me wakeful and just [03:19.68]Lying [03:19.87]In my bed until the dawning of the day [03:25.74]And the dreams I had were red and gold [03:30.60]And the little stream became a flood [03:35.66]From all my brothers killing one another [03:39.27] [03:42.04]Till waking I realised it was all my own dear blood [04:10.51]Some were buried in the church and some just where they [04:14.44]Fell [04:15.25]With no markers to declare their place of rest [04:20.23]But the poppies they do grow where they were never sown [04:24.67]And to my mind they do declare it best [04:30.03]And each year when the green corn once again turns into [04:33.71]Gold [04:34.90]And the poppies in the field again remind me [04:39.83]Like the scar upon my hand and the blood spilled on [04:43.45]This land [04:45.07]And the hungry earth so eager to confine me [04:50.19]For read and gold they are the colours [04:55.80]One is blood and one is power [05:00.23]Though I may find my rest in Cropredy Church [05:09.03]In golden fields forever will spring the poppy flower [05:15.84] [05:16.70]By Cropredy the Cherwell is still bidden to keep [05:21.63]Flowing [05:21.82]And the willows by it's side still gently weep [05:26.93]But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful [05:31.11]Stream [05:33.35]The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep [05:38.15]And the dreams I have are red and gold [05:43.02]And the little stream becomes a flood [05:48.20]From all my brothers killing one another [05:53.56]Till waking I realise it's all my own dear blood