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Turn Styles (2016)

1. Age Unknown

Written by Robbie Smith

Now, when the first dance starts it ignites her flame
Puttin the younger dancers to shame
Don’t ask for her heart it’s out on loan
She’s starting out from the top age unknown

Well, she twirls on her heels as she tweaks her skirt
Never too late for a wink and a flirt
Her hair is down though her kids are grown
She’s starting out from the top age unknown

Well she’s got no fixed address – no set time
No nervous alarm goin’ off at nine
No pressing need to please someone else
Sweep aside the photos on that ol’ mantle shelf

Well, she spent all her younger days in care
Sharing all that was hers to share
Now she’s time on her hands to call her own
She’s starting out from the top age unknown

(yodel break)

Gotta love her Gotta love her Gotta love her
Gotta love her Gotta love her Gotta love her – hey
Gotta love her Gotta love her Gotta love her
Gotta love her Gotta love her Gotta love her

Well, she’s slipped the reins of her menial toil
She’s found joy even love can’t spoil
No longer a slave in the comfort zone
She’s starting out from the top age unknown

Well she’s got no fixed address – no set time
Don’t have to be home and in bed by nine
No pressing need to be someone else
Sweep aside the photos on that ol’ mantle shelf

Instra verse + Gotta Love her part

Now she flashes her eyes her smile shines through
Fresh love in her blood – it all seems new
New people to meet new skills to hone
She’s starting out from the top age unknown

(yodel break) + tag + She’s starting out from the top age unknown

2. Same Old Thing

Written by Robbie Smith and Chett Buchanan

Hearing the school bell wise guys & fools, well, it’s the SAME OLD THING
Tormenting the teacher, trying to reach her – it’s the SAME OLD THING
Why do we do it? We live and lose it over and over again
Grasping the bars and reaching for the stars
Through life’s window pain.

Boy meets girl now changing the world now it’s the SAME OLD THING
Choosing a good wife, leading a good life it’s the SAME OLD THING
Why do we do it? We live and lose it over and over again
Bearing the scars from reaching for the stars through love’s
Window pain… Love’s window pain

You crack your whip now, I bite my lip now it’s the SAME OLD THING
Livin’ past glories – stretchin’ the sto-o-o-ries – it’s the SAME OLD THING
Why do we do it? We live and lose it over and over again
Bearing the scars from reaching for the stars through life’s
Window pain… Life’s window pain

Would you live it all again…
Would you live it all again… if I asked you now – now now – would you
Would you live it all again… if I asked you now right now now would you
Would you live it all again… yessssssssss

3. What New Lovers Do

Written by Robbie Smith and Kathleen Glauser

You don’t want me I don’t love you
Who’s turn is it now to… be untrue?
We’ve both been thinking what new lovers do.

Your mind it’s off in some other space
My mind has already ditched this place
How long has it been since our last embrace?

Your left foot’s itchin to step outside
I could confront you – you’d only hide
We both need someone else by our side

You don’t want me and I don’t love you
Who’s turn is it now to… be untrue?
We’re too wrapped up in what new lovers do.
Break
We had our moments we shared some fun
But we both know it’s time to cut and run
No sense in doin’ what we’ve already done

We sensed it coming we already knew
We squeezed the dream but it wouldn’t come true
Saw thru each other saw what new lovers do

I can’t you know I can’t re-train my brain
No marriage counselor could stand the strain
The future’s callin’ us like some distant train

We’ve reached a point now of no return
If we keep driving now we’ll crash and we’ll burn
Our friends can stop saying “you’ll never learn”
You’ll never learn
I think we’ve learned (pause then extra bar drum build-up)

You don’t want me and I don’t love you
Who’s turn is it now to… be untrue?
We’ve both been thinking what new lovers do.
Break
No spirits aching – no black and blue
No hearts breaking let’s just say that we’re through
Cause we’re both thinkin’ what new lovers do

Your engine’s revved now – and so is mine
Cancel the flowers, no valentines
Head anywhere where the sun really shines

Your special friend has already showed
You made your choice at the fork in the road
The gravel’s flying – time to lighten my load

You don’t want me and I don’t love you
Who’s turn is it now to… be untrue?
We’re too wrapped up in what new lovers do

You don’t want me and I don’t love you
Who’s turn is it now to… be untrue?
We’ve both been thinkin what new lovers do
Both busy thinking what new lovers do
But, say, let’s keep in touch like old lovers do…(Huh?)

4. Somewhere Near

Written by Robbie Smith

Somewhere far are the stars beyond all measure
Further yet are the secrets of forever
In the distance are the rainbows you might follow
Somewhere near I’m just here – here to love you

Somewhere far are the questions that you ponder
Amid the misty dreamscapes that you wander
But then dreams aren’t fulfilling they’re just hollow
Somewhere near I’m just here – here to love you

Somewhere far are the mysteries of the ages
And the wisdom and the teachings of the sages
Somewhere far – the pages of tomorrow
Somewhere near I’m just here – here to love you

Somewhere far are the highest of the mountains
And life-renewing legendary fountains;
Mighty empires that rise and fall and crumble
Somewhere near I’m just here – here to love you

Somewhere far…the universal splendor
Where celestial bodies dance and then surrender
Where satellites and suns and planets tumble
Somewhere near I’m just here – here to love you

As we get older we have less and less
Fewer dreams we’re living for
But I’m still holding on to one I confess…
The chance that I might love you more

Somewhere far – fresh paints upon the canvas
And the prophesies of God and Nostradamus
Yes, their lofty predictions they may touch you
But somewhere near I’m just here – here to love you

Somewhere far, the purpose you’ve been seeking
Ah but don’t miss this moment oh so fleeting
There is so much in living that you must do
But somewhere near I’m just here – here to love you

Somewhere near I’m just here…
Here to love you

5. Why Can’t We

Written by Robbie Smith and Kathleen Glauser

Touch the same grass breathe the same air
Same gust o’wind caressing our hair
We do… we do have a lot in common
Shed the same tears day after day
Walk the good earth in the same kinda way
We do… we do have a lot in common

So why can’t we… why can’t we just get along?
Why can’t we… why can’t we just get along?

Neath the same moon neath the same sky
Feel the same sun that shines in our eyes
We do… we do have a lot in common
Tread the same paths walk the same miles
Share the same pleasures with the same smiles
We do… we do have a lot in common

So why can’t we… why can’t we just get along?
Why can’t we… why can’t we just get along?

Got the same love deep down inside
Feel the same ebb and flow of the tide
We do… we do have a lot in common
Feel the same joy feel the same pain
Goin in circles again and again
We do… we do have a lot in common

So why can’t we… why can’t we just get along?
Why can’t we… why can’t we just get along?

Same kind of fears same kind of doubt
We just need some help to figure it out
We do… we do have a lot in common
Feel the same ups feel the same downs
On the same planet goin around
We do… we do have a lot in common

So why can’t we… why can’t we just get along?
Why can’t we… why can’t we just get along?
(instra) why?
Can’t we just get along? Why?
We do have a lot in common can’t we just get along? Why
Yes we do – we do have a lot in common can’t we just get along?
Why? We do have a lot in common
Can’t we just get along? Why? Why can’t we?

6. Rambling Away With The Gypsies

Written by Robbie Smith and Kathleen Glauser

Ramblin away with the gypsies
They’ll soothe your aching heart
They’ll dance with you and when they’re through
Your true song then will start

Ramblin away with the gypsies
Your set-tled ways are done
Come join their clan their caravan
New journeys have begun

Sky father earth mother
Now we are your sons and daughters
Sun moon wind water fire in the night

Ramblin away with the gypsies
Heed lightly not their rules
Shed your disguise cut free your lies
They’ll suffer not for fools

Ramblin away with the gypsies
No tethers reign you in
What’s been your past is gone at last
There’s “new tales yet to spin”

Now destined to search the whole world ‘round
For the life we once had
We nomads must roam until we’ve found
The home we once had…

Sky father earth mother
Now we are your sons and daughters
Sun moon wind water fire flaming bright

Ramblin away with the gypsies
Trust them and they’ll trust you
Where love was hate wipe clean the slate
And start your life anew

Ramblin away with the gypsies
No fortunes to pursue
Forgive forget without regret
And dance as free folk do

Sky father earth mother
Now we are your sons and daughters
Sun moon wind water
Fire in the night

Sky father earth mother
Now we are your sons and daughters
Sun moon wind water
Fire flaming bright (repeat chorus)

7. One Life Stand

Written by Robbie Smith

He hears the party goers celebrating down the hall
He hopes that maybe they’ll go out on a club crawl
He doesn’t need to be with that kind of crowd
Not much for talking when the music gets loud
Can’t truly get to know anyone that way

He checks the lock and then he walks ’til the bass notes fade
Gives up some sleep for the street – it’s an even trade
Says something sweet to a girl on the bus
She changes seats – no fuss no muss –
So he eyes the classifieds and thinks of what he wanted to say:

He’s looking for a one life stand – offering a wedding band
Third finger left hand – nothing less than a one life stand

He sees the sailors and he thinks about how it was
Sailing easily from port to port and from love to love
But now his soul is done with that kind of life
He just wants a companion – one to be his wife
To take away the feeling of bein’ alone

He nods to some soldiers – he can tell that they’re in town on leave
They’re plainly wearing their intentions upon their sleeves
He wouldn’t want to be a parent tonight
Staying up and frettin’ til the dawn’s first light
Still he’s sad he never had a daughter to call his own

Now he’s looking for a one life stand – offering a wedding band
Third finger left hand – nothing less than a one life stand

You might wonder if he will ever find love
Cause he’s often fallen short of the mark
People say that his kind of love is blind love
But he’s patiently waiting in the dark
For true love’s unmistakable spark

You know that he’s looking for a one life stand
He’s lookin’ for a one life stand (offering a wedding band)
He’s looking for a one life stand (one life stand…)
Third finger left hand nothin’ less than a one life stand
He’s lookin’ for a one life stand – you know he is
He’s looking for a one life stand – for a one life stand
One life one life one life stand
One life one life one life stand – for a one life stand

8. Too Far Gone For Closeups

Written by Robbie Smith

How would you look after 40 years in this business? [dog eat dog]
How would you look after 3 hours on that stage? (on that stage)
How would you look after 5 wives and 4 divorces?
How would you look with that camera in your face?
You’re invading my space…

And I’m too far gone – I tell ya I’m-a too far gone
Too far gone for close-ups – I’m just too far gone

Why don’t you get a picture of an influential politician?
Or a more photogenic member of the band?
How about a group shot of my lovely children?
There’s so much to choose from I can’t understand – hey – why pick me?

[I know I’m] too far gone – Hey I’m-ah too far gone
I’m Too far gone for close-ups – I’m just too far gone
And I’m too far gone and I’m too far gone
Too far gone for close-ups – I’m just too far gone

Now would you blame me if I retired as a rock ‘n roll… Singer?
The paparazzi have been under my skin all night [dog eat dog]
Would you blame me if i gave them the Johnny Cash finger?
I’m never too tired to walk away from a fight
So – get outta my sight cause I’m…

Too far gone – Hey I’m-ah too far gone
Too far gone for close-ups I’m just too far gone
And I’m too far gone – and I’m too far gone
Too far gone for close-ups – I’m just too far gone

[1st voice] Too far gone [2nd voice] too far gone
[both voices in unison] Too far gone [both voices in harmony] Hey I’m- a too far gone

Too far gone – Hey I’m-a too far gone
Too far gone for close-ups – I’m just too far gone
Too far gone – too far gone
Too far gone for close-ups I’m just too far gone
And I’m too far – too far too far too far… too far gone
Too far gone for close-ups – I’m just too far…

9. You’re Right Everything’s Wrong

Written by Robbie Smith

He wanted to leave his mark – set the world on its ear
So he decided to start with the local elections that year
He was all too familiar with the scandals and kickbacks and greed
And when people complained he just nodded his head & agreed

You’re right everything’s wrong
I know what it’s like – it’s been that way too long
They’re running this county – this country right into the ground
We’ve got to move quickly – some answers have got to be found

Well, he was new on the scene and he didn’t know where to begin
They said he was green and he didn’t stand a chance to get in
But he learned all about his community and the issues at hand
And if something went over his head he said: “I understand”

You’re right everything’s wrong
It’s time to speak out – we’ve been patient too long
They’ve brainwashed us all into thinking we can’t change a thing
But just lend your support and you’ll see what good government can bring

His opponents weren’t worried they said: “we’ll soon have him shakin’ in his boots”
They resorted to smear tactics – tried to uncover his roots
But he stood proud and firm cause his record was spotlessly clean
And he side-stepped the pitfalls cause his instincts were naturally keen
And he just kept on saying…

You’re right everything’s wrong
It’s that old party line and that same tired song
If I had a cent for every dollar they’ve spent on themselves
I’d get us all out of debt & put the bank-ledgers back on the shelves

Well, the old boys in power had just about counted him out
And in most of their minds the outcome was hardly in doubt
But – lo and behold – when all of the casting was done
He’d been voted in by a majority – good lord he had won

And from that day forth whenever people complained
Whenever scandal-clouds broke and heavy fallout rained
Each time his party seemed posed for an imminent fall
He’d face his constituents and explain to them all…

You’re wrong everything’s right
The future looks prosperous rosey and bright
Things have never been better and we did it together my friends
And they lived un-happily ever after cause this isn’t just a song
It’s the truth – and that’s how it ends

10. One More Winning Hand

Written by Robbie Smith

I went in search of freedom just found a larger cage
I followed doves of peace ’til they flew into a rage
I dulled my common senses to not notice what was real
And I placed my youthful future upon a roulette wheel

I played my cards of truth against a pack of lies
They dealt the hand I clutched – every loser always tries
The fear that once protected me prevented me from flyin’
And when I looked at Lady Luck – her eyes were in decline

Fate Fate let me make just one more stand
Before I heed your call
Fate Fate deal me one more winning hand
One more… before… I fall (before I fall)

In what was once my home I found him in my place
Not very much had changed – just the joker’s face
Another voice had spoken the vows I’d planned to make
Another hand was strumming – trying not to make mistakes

Too many sad reminders of those sullied broken vows
Too many reasons why I know I shouldn’t be there now
Don’t waste your life a-reasoning with dogs that have gone mad
And women left reliving the love they thought they had.

Fate Fate let me make just one more stand
Before I heed your call
Fate Fate deal me one more… winning hand
One more… before… I fall

The friendships I once valued have silently gone cold
I carry guilt around me like deathly desert gold
Seems all my limitations together have been reached
And the walls for my protection are bracing to be breached

A gambler’s life in shambles I make my swift retreat
I forage now in dumpsters for songs still incomplete
But Fate your writing’s clearer now and to it I resign
And I bequeath to you now all that once… was mine

11. The Marriage

Written by Robbie Smith and Anne Smith

He wrote a tune and played it for the river
The silver wavelets gleaming in the sun
The gentle melody drifted o’er the waters
Where the green hued slender salmon run

She wrote a poem and read it to the forest
The lacey branches swaying in the air
Her simple rhyming drifted through the treetops
To the music made by the singing sparrows there

And a song came together of the forest and the sky
Of the earth and the changing sea
A song of the love of living on this world
The way love is meant to be

They wrote a song and sang it to the mountains
The snowy summits glowing from afar
Of loving, sighing, drifting into morning
And a baby born by the light of a star

And a song had come together of the forest and the sky
Of the earth and the changing sea
A song of a life of loving on this world
The way life is meant to be

12. The Modern Mermaid

Written by Robert S. Smith and Anne Smith

I’m an easy going fellow with ordinary taste
Always ready with a hello – never giving into haste
But I’ve fallen for an underwater girl
The world’s my oyster cause she’s my pearl

The first time I’d seen this maiden serene
She was all aglow in bright seaweed green
I watched her swim by – a real loralei
And through her mask i saw a gleam in her eye

But she flipped her frog feet so lively and cute
In her form-fitting, foam rubber, all weather,
Underwater skin diving suit

I dove in the lake to follow her wake
Feeling rather like an aquatic rake
She stayed in my sight – a slim water sprite
And my heart went with the mermaid in flight
But she flipped her frog feet so lively and cute
In her form-fitting, foam rubber, all weather,
Underwater skin diving suit

She was dancing, prancing – really quite entrancing
A luscious underwater vamp
I watched her enchanted, bubbling as i panted
Til I realized she had a cramp

I went flying through the watery blue
Caught her flowing hair of red coral hue
I towed her to land to rest on white sand
And now she’s going to give me her hand

And she’ll come down the aisle so lively and cute
Wearing wrist compass, aqualung, depth guage
And frogfeet
And form-fitting, foam rubber, all weather,
Underwater skin diving suit

(Ba rum ba da-da-da-da dum)

13. The Last Song

Written by Robbie Smith

The crowds are departing, the footlights are low
And so must the curtain fall
I’ll sing one more song now and then I must go
Adieu to you one and all

Goodbye, so long, fare thee well, au revoir
Goodbye, so long, fare thee well, au revoir

Now the concert is over the the shadows are long
Follow the corridor
The gallery’s vacant and the orchestra’s gone
The choir will sing no more

Goodbye, so long, fare thee well, au revoir
Goodbye, so long, fare thee well, au revoir

Ballerina kind-hearted one
She is waiting and watching the sun
Can you see her hiding a frown
Dressed in her angel gown

Now the street lamps are glowing and the river is calm
The city is sleeping still
A train is approaching announcing the dawn
Many a wish to fulfill

Goodbye, so long, fare thee well, au revoir
Goodbye, so long, fare thee well, au revoir
Goodbye, auf wiedersehen, fare thee well, au revoir
Goodbye, so long, fare thee well, au revoir…
Fare thee well, au revoir

14. What New Lovers Do (Jam Out)

Instrumental

Drifters and Dreamers (2013)

1. Skippers & Mates

Written by Robbie Smith

Come all ye wise or simple men – skippers & mates & deckhands
To man the cargo ships again – skippers & mates & deckhands
We place no stock in rank nor name – skippers & mates & deckhands
To the rollin’ seas you’re all the same – skippers & mates & deckhands

All ye hale and hearty sailors – hoist the sails once more

There’s plenty of food for the men that work – skippers & mates & deckhands
And moldy bread for those that shirk – skippers & mates & deckhands
Now coins are scarce, I’m sure you know – skippers & mates & deckhands
So sign aboard and get below – skippers & mates & deckhands

Leave behind all your sons and daughters
Set the course for foreign waters – sail me hearties, sail
Wave good-bye to your wives and lovers
Cut the ropes and clear the scuppers – sail me hearties, sail

There’ll be no joking with your friends – skippers & mates & deckhands
There’s decks to wash and sails to mend – skippers & mates & deckhands
You’ll get no rest around the horn – skippers & mates & deckhands
You’ll wish, by gum, you’d never been born – skippers & mates & deckhands

Leave behind all your sons and daughters
Set the course for foreign waters – sail me hearties, sail
Wave good-bye to your wives and lovers
Cut the ropes and clear the scuppers – sail me hearties, sail

Instrumental Break

And when at last you’re back on shore – skippers & mates & deckhands
You’ll swear to god you’ll sail no more – skippers & mates & deckhands
You’ll pledge an oath to never leave home – skippers & mates & deckhands
Till you hear the call from the briny foam – skippers & mates & deckhands

All ye rugged salty sailors – hoist the sails once more
Hoist the sails once more – we’re bound to leave this shore
Hoist the sails once more

2. Sweetly Weak

Written by Robbie Smith

Nestle close to me – It’s you I want to hold
Sink into my dreams – Where you’ll feel no cold
Oh the miles I’ve logged – I’ve been on overload
Didn’t see much countryside – Only saw the road

If you’d like a tune – whisper your request
Maybe just a lullabye – to give the weary rest
If you want my love – it’s yours without a word
And if you just want sleep – let love remain unstirred

Let me wish away (wish away wish away)
All remaining fear (wish away wish away)
All those stubborn hurts – let them disappear

I felt a surging urge when we were worlds apart
To be a breath away – right by your heart

Can you breathe new life – into a road worn song
Give it just a little harmony – to help the song along
Ohhh to feel your lips – softly brush my cheek
Let my tender strength make you sweetly weak…
Make you sweetly weak

Cactus silhouettes – near a desert plain
Watching as we wake – making love again
Don’t you wish this night (don’t you wish, don’t you wish)
Could just drift on and on (don’t you wish, don’t you wish
Long enough to find (long enough to find) – where two hearts belong

I felt a surging urge when we were worlds apart
To be a breath away – right by your heart

No more thoughts to think – no more words to speak
Just a tender strength – that makes us sweetly weak…
Oh that makes us sweetly weak

3. Adventuring 1

Written by Robbie Smith

Adventuring, adventuring – Come join in our adventuring
We serve no Prince nor Queen nor King
But serve the muses beckoning
Come join in our “Adventure Ring”

Come circle round we’ve songs to sing
Come join in our adventuring
New fables to this table bring – Come join in our adventuring
Come join in our “Adventure Ring”

4. Gullwind

Written by Robbie Smith

Find the gullwind in the harbour
Trace the tideline on the water – read the signs
Catch the fish with lure and line bamboo pole and golden twine
See the starfish shine

Paddle lightly through the narrows
Out beyond the shoals and shallows… drifting free
Out to where the floats are strung
All around my nets are hung deep with plenty
Laden deep with plenty
See the riches that have been sent me… from the sea

And a pellican cries as the dolphins rise
Into the clear blue skies

See the minnows gently splashing
Scales below the surface flashing… silver white
Soon the larger fish will come
‘neath my boat the schools will run… sleek and slender
Oh, so sleek and slender
As the soothing sun surrenders to the night

Instrumental passage

Hear the wavelets softly lapping
Sails unfurled and slowly flapping in the wind
Oh, my boat upon the currents ride
Carried on the restless tide to the mainland
Over to the mainland
There to touch upon the warm sand… once again

5. Lonesome Valley

Written by Robbie Smith

Oh, say a prayer for me
I’m out in the hot sun workin’ in the quarry
I feel as low as a man can be
Down in the lonesome valley

Please say a prayer for me – simple and sweet
Take these shackles from my hands and feet
I miss my wife and my family
Down in the lonesome va-a-lley

Oh, please say a prayer for me – simple and sweet
Take these shackles from my hands and feet
I miss my wife and my family
Down in the lonesome va-a-lley

Oh, if only I’d stayed in memphis
Lord, if only I’d stayed in memphis
I could be earning my pay – a dollar a day –
Just working and minding my business
But I’m tired and lonesome – why did I ever come
Down to the lonesome valley?
Tired and lonesome – it gets so worrisome
Down in the lonesome valley…
Oh wo-woe, lord have mercy on me.

Please come and set me free
I’m out in the hot sun workin’ in the quarry
I’d rather be buried in tennessee
Than down in the lonesome valley

Oh, please come and set me free – I’m broken and I’m weak
Lord, the summer’s dying and the nights are bleak
And all I am is a memory
Down in the lonesome va-a-lley

All I am is a memo-o-ry…
A-way-way down in the lonesome va-a-lley

6. Huckleberry Finn

Written by Robbie Smith

Oh, won’t you take me down that warm winding river
Where the water widens out to find new adventure
I hope that you’ll come away with me
Down the old Missouri River
To where the air is so fresh and free
Just driftin’ on down that river

Well, it’s a sun’s up brighten up buttercup morning
And I’m going out to seek my good fortune
I hope that you’ll come and share the view
Down the old Missouri River
I know that you’ll hear the music too
Just driftin’ on down that river

Sing another river song
Sing it just like it was meant to be sung
Sing another river song – like they used to
When Huckleberry Finn was young

Well I’m mighty grateful to my lord and maker
To Mark Twain and to mother nature
And for the breeze that is guiding me
Down the old Missouri River
To some sweet simple destiny
Just driftin’ on down that river

Now, that rusty old harmonica never sounded better
As we paddle out singin’ out “oh Shenendoah”
We dip the oars in between each rhyme
Down the old Missouri River
Upon a raft going back in time
Just driftin’ on down that river

7. Adventuring 2

Written by Robbie Smith

Adventuring, adventuring – Come join in our adventuring
Lift high your glasses welcoming
And bid our guests assembling
To join in our “Adventure Ring”

With travellers’ tales unravelling – Come join in our adventuring
The mists of time enveloping
The silhouettes all listening
Come join in our “Adventure Ring”

Adventuring, adventuring – Come join in our adventuring
So beat the drums and sound the strings
In harmony – ring in the Spring
Come join in our “Adventure Ring”

8. The Hampden Whaler

Written by Robbie Smith and Anne Smith

Splintered mast in a ragged gale
– no more she’ll sail – no more she’ll sail –
Who amongst us will prevail?

When I was one and twenty in Hampden Newfoundland
I signed aboard a whaling ship to give the byes a hand

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

They warned me of the dangers – they laughed and made their wagers
They said the waves and the icy winds would one day take their toll
But I would not be taunted – I stood my ground undaunted
For the sea was in my blood and fire in my soul

We cleared the White Bay breakers due north to Labrador
And tracked Baleens off Greenland along the frozen shore

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

No sooner had we anchored amid the silent floes
Than the captain spied the risin’ spray and hollered thar she blows

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

Ah but six days out the wind turned about and it took us by surprise
And it caught the sail with such a gale we feared we would capsize

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

We heard a sound and we looked around as the ice began to shift
And something buckled under us as the bow began to lift

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

We tried our best to save her but the wind would grant no favour
She tore the sails and the riggin’ lines as if with some great sword
But the captain would not leave her – his orders were to free her
As she floundered on the jagged bergs with thirty hands aboard

Splintered mast in a ragged gale
– no more she’ll sail – no more she’ll sail
Who amongst us will prevail
– to tell the tale – to tell the tale
Who amongst us will prevail?

Twas days before they found me – the wreckage all around me
So cold and weak I couldn’t speak when they asked me for my name
And though the scars have faded and the storms have since abated
I know the sea has branded me and I’ll never be the same

So learn your lessons well my lads and heed the sailors’ lore
When it’s time to launch the whaling ships just stay upon the shore

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove

Ah, the Hampden Whaler, Oh the life she wove
I rue the day I sailed her beyond the sheltered cove
Beyond the sheltered cove

9. The Streetsweeper

Written by Robert S. Smith

The artist parades at his lowly charade
– through the streets he sweeps neatly
With purpose that captures the work of the masters
– his brush moves and so proves
That the street sweeper knows that new metal is soon to rust
The street sweeper knows that the ending for all is dust

He renders his beauty with brush strokes of duty
– in laneways with dirt greys
And frames with his being a sight beyond seeing
– so tender, remember
The street sweeper knows that new metal is soon to rust
The street sweeper knows that the ending for all is dust

All furtive and stooped low he blends in the shadow
– as graceless and faceless
The street scene is done with the turn of the sun
– while forgiving the living
For the street sweeper knows that new metal is soon to rust
The street sweeper knows that the ending for all…… is dust

10. Tall Ships

Written by Robbie Smith and Anne Smith

Where’s the tall ship in the harbour?
Built by ancient able hands
Sailing boldly through the ages
To proclaim a new found land

There’s the tall ship in the harbour
Captain brave and gallant crew
O’er the wild Atlantic Ocean
Came the tall ship tried and true

Fair as the skies above her masthead
True as the stars that plot her course
Strong as the gales that she’s outlasted
Now she makes for welcome shores

Here’s to the tall ships in the harbour
Gather round from far and near
Tis the time for celebration
Raise your glass and give three cheers

Here’s to the tall ships in the harbour
Gather round from far and near
Tis the time for celebration
Raise your glass and give three cheers

Huzzah – huzzah – huzzah
Here’s to the tall ships

11. Sad Solider Boy

Written by Robbie Smith

Where are you bound to my sad soldier boy?
Your eyes look so dark, have they never known joy?
There are sorrows a-plenty for soldiers to bear
But surely they know when a man’s had his share
Far more than his share

Sad soldier boy, I’ve clean sheets to unfold
And warm winter lodgings to soften the cold
And a night’s worth of love both to have and to hold
To keep long in your heart should you ever grow old
If they let you grow old

Oh, soldier boy come and rest in my arms
Let a sad woman’s love gently keep you from harm
There are tears in our hearts even love cannot dry
But so long as there’s love, ah, we mortals must try
And so shall we try

Sad soldier boy, can you manage a smile
With burdens and woes cast aside for a while
’Til the fighting resumes and you’re called to the fray
By high men in hiding whom you must obey
For they’ll not let you stay

Oh soldier boy you’re a long way from home
And though you are tired I know you must roam
For there’s orders to follow and muskets to load
And a foe to confront ‘round the bend of the road
So far down that road

Oh soldier boy if you’d marry me now
I would love you as much as these times would allow
Will you ever be free from your duty and pride?
Keeping all of your pain and your troubles inside
With so few to confide

Sad soldier boy may you safely return
For this flame once alit shall constantly burn
To ne’er be extinguished by distance or death
To glow on and on for as long as I’ve breath – For as long as I’ve breath

12. The Coming of the Loyalists

Written by Robbie Smith

Come look to the lee…Out there in the rising mist
It’s land that I see – hold your course boys and we’ll drift

1783 the coming of the loyalists who founded Shelburne town

They landed on the shore and they settled in the wilderness
Allegiance they swore to uphold the royal interests
And so forever more they became the loyalists who founded Shelburne town

They brought their dreams and their strength and talent
Far across the wind-swept foam
Their hopes were high and their hearts were gallant
And at last they had found a home

Those first years were long with hardships and loneliness
But they carried on with courage and willingness
Until good fortune shone – shone down on the loyalists, who founded Shelburne town

They brought their dreams and their strength and talent
Far across the wind-swept foam
Their hopes were high and their hearts were gallant
And at last they had found a home

Look back through the years historians and journalists
Pay tribute to them here – the builders and the blacksmiths
The true pioneers – the ones called the loyalists who founded Shelburne town…

The millers and the carpenters the woodsmen and the weavers, Shelburne town
The farmers and the fishermen the tradesmen and the teachers, Shelburne town
The merchants the soldiers the drifters and the dreamers
Yes, they founded Shelburne town

Come look to the lee

13. Truly Home

Written by Robbie Smith

No more darkness to cloud my vision
To make me blind to the light I seek
No more chains now to keep me in prison
To make my heart grow weak

No more trials now to try my courage
To rob me of my strength to speak
No more failures to hurt or discourage
I’ve scaled that mountain peak

Home, I’m gonna follow my father home
Hey, follow my father home

No more weakness to drown my spirit
To weigh me down in a sea of grief
Just sweet music all around can’t you hear it
To bring my soul relief

Home, I’m gonna follow my mother home
Hey, follow my mother home

Instrumental Break

Home, I’m gonna follow my brother home
Hey, follow my brother home

Though it seems to some that I’m only a mem’ry
To haunt those places I used to roam
Don’t let your days get dark and empty
Cause now I’m, I’m truly, I’m truly home

Home, I’m gonna follow my sister home
Hey, follow my sister home

Home, I’m gonna follow my family home
Follow my family home
Follow my family home
My journey’s over and I’m home

14. Adventuring 3

Written by Robbie Smith

Adventuring, adventuring – Come join in our adventuring
Imagination is our King
All hail him now with strength we sing
Come join in our “Adventure Ring”

Come circle round we’ve tales to spin
Come join in our adventuring
The webbing growing string by string
The plot-threads intermingling
Come join in our “Adventure Ring”

Sweet Transitions (2010)

1. Somedays

Written by Robbie Smith

Somedays there ain’t no fish – there ain’t no fish to catch
Somedays there ain’t no berries, hidin’ in the berry patch
Somedays, Somedays – nothin’ works and nothin’ pays
My life’s been filled with Somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead

Somedays there ain’t no joy – there ain’t no joy to find
Somedays there ain’t no forward – you can only go behind
Somedays, Somedays – you do your best, but you get no praise
My life’s been filled with Somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead

I know you feel the need to complain with justifiable cause
But did you know that “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” –
Almost didn’t make it to the “Wizard of Oz”?

Somedays there ain’t no love – beatin’ in your suitor’s heart
Somedays the only dreams are the kind that just fall apart
Somedays, Somedays – feel like a mouse in a crazy maze
My life’s been filled with Somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead

I know you feel the need to complain with justifiable cause
But did you know that “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” –
Almost didn’t make it – it almost didn’t make it…

Somedays there ain’t no fish – there ain’t no fish to catch
Somedays there ain’t no berries, hidin’ in the berry patch
Somedays, Somedays – nothin’ works and nothin’ pays
My life’s been filled with Somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead

Oh – my life’s been filled with Somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead

Oh – my life’s been filled with Somedays
I hope there’s better days ahead… Somedays

2. Just Another Soul

Written by Robbie Smith and Chett Buchanan

Started out with a lot of dreams
But they trickled down to a single stream
Love can leave you second best
You lie down can’t get no rest
Cause you’re a friend to none, lover to some
You wear your badge of street-wise freedom
No one sees through your cool façade
Except superman and maybe God

Say look at me – I’m a long way down
But from what I see – it’s you who’s closest to the ground

You put a timer on our love affair –
I was Mario Andretti with my tires out of air
You put me down like a persian rug
But I never sank below the hole you dug
Now you’re a friend to none, lover to some
You wear your badge of street-wise freedom
No one sees through your cool façade
Except superman and maybe God

Say look at me – I’m a long way down
But from what I see – it’s you who’s closest to the ground

Na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na na

What you were was a girl Friday
Who hung around with the boss ’til Monday
How can you be worthy of my trust
When you sacrificed our love for lust?
Now, I’m a friend to none, lover to some
I wear my badge of street-wise freedom
No one sees through my cool façade
Except superman and maybe God

Say look at you – you’re a long way down
But from what you see – it’s me who’s closest to the ground

Just another soul another one dream soul
With none with none of the answers
Just another soul another one dream soul
With none with none of the answers

Just another soul another one dream soul
Another one dream soul – one dream one dream one dream
Just another soul another one dream soul
Another one dream soul – wand’ring wand’ring wand’ring

Just another soul

3. Dry Land

Written by Robbie Smith

I yearned to feel the ocean’s roll
I was always the seafaring kind
But too many storms have taken their toll
And all that remains on my mind

Is dry land, dry land
It’s been seven fortnights since we raised the sail
All hands – dry land
We’ve slipped from the grip of a force seven gale to dry land

I don’t know how we held our course
With the roaring forties surrounding us
And when, avast, they snapped the mast
Why, we thought that Glory had found us

Dry land, dry land –
It’s as welcome a sound as a sailor can hear
All hands dry land
There’s somebody waiting for you at the pier

Now, there comes a time when the sea’s ancient rhymes
No longer ring true
When the ship’s glass climbs and the bell buoy chimes
Out it’s welcome for you

Some thirst for gold, for gemstones rare
Some hunger for freedom wherever they roam
But no thirst known could e’er compare
To the thirst I’m feeling for you, for home

Dry land, dry land – with hardships astern and our eyes to the bow
All hands dry land – we’ve never known the skipper to smile
But he’s smilin’ now at dry land, dry land –
Safe back on the tides where once we were cast
All hands dry land
The storm clouds are past and from oceans vast at last… dry land

4. Gypsy Feast

Written by Robbie Smith

Follow the pathway that leads from the sea
To the mist covered mountains for that’s where I’ll be
There’s bread and meat a plenty and kegs of crimson wine
Bring some dancing girls and we’ll drink and we’ll dine
Singing gypsy songs till the break of the day
Bring your mandolin and we’ll play
Yes we’ll pla-a-a-a-ay, Ah-a-a-a-a-ah, we’ll play

A fire is a-blazing upon the mountainside
There’s feasters to the left side and lovers to the right
There’s thunder in the valleys where hell and heaven fight
But here there’s only pleasure tonight…
Tonight Ah-a-a-a-ah, tonight

Gypsy Dance Break

Follow the pathway that leads from the sea
To the mist covered mountains for that’s where I’ll be

Light Break

The gypsy feast is over, the coals are burning low
The harvest moonlight pales with the dawn’s horizon glow
Throughout the coming winter we’ll be waiting for the day
When you’ll bring your mandolin and we’ll play
Yes we’ll play. We’ll play.

5. Darby Street

Written by Robbie Smith

The storekeeper’s son was a kindly young man,
He dreamed many dreams and he planned many plans
But from sun-up ’til dusk he would stand on his feet
In a curio shop on Darby Street

He could have gone far so the townspeople said
But he chose to live simply and sheltered instead
And he stayed where he was on the chance he might meet
A pretty young girl from Darby Street
From Darby Street

And sometimes we’d see him along the canal
On damp winter mornings when time would allow
And he’d quick tip his hat and smile with his eyes
A smile that passed quickly as we passed him by

And when in the night he would pause to reflect
He was glad he had earned his father’s respect
But somehow his life was a song incomplete
That could never be sung on Darby Street
On Darby Street

And sometimes we’d see him along the canal
On damp winter evenings when time would allow
And he’d quick tip his hat and smile with his eyes
A smile that passed quickly as we passed him by

And one day the curtains were drawn on his door
The windows were barred from ceiling to floor
And somehow we sensed ‘twas the last time we’d meet
The storekeeper’s son from Darby Street

6. Winter Awakening

Written by Robbie Smith

The wind awakens winter in me
And it leaves my spirit bleak & barren
Yearning for fond moments to be
And the spring in all its fragrant finery

The skies are dressed in dull shades of grey
And the farmland fields lie sleeping fallow
A lone bird call takes me away
To future promise far away from today

Through the chill – still will we sing
Sweet transitions winter to spring
Spur the seasons on ’til they change
The bleakness the blackness
The bitter winter rains… winter rains

The wind bestirs the last of the leaves
Decaying dancing ghosts of summer
The gales return and sweep thru the trees
Seeking brittleness and frailty

The snows begin to blanket the dawn
The twigs and branches creak and quiver
While I retreat where dreamers belong
To find pleasure in a hearth-fire song

Through the chill – still will we sing
Sweet transitions winter to spring
Spur the seasons on ‘til they change
Believe ‘til belief turns the cold snows to warm rains…
Warm rains

The flames return new hope to my heart
Though the grip of frost grows tighter
But brighter thoughts from each thrown spark
Join the kindle-glow dispelling the dark

7. Shake The Bandstand

Written by Robbie Smith

Shake the bandstand with that march
It sounds so grand when that music starts
When I was young I knew every part
It takes me back and it stirs my heart

Feel the rhythm shake that floor
Bring back the music we knew before
Before the crash before the war
Just wanna hear that march once more

Served in the forces in my younger days
Then came the war I got caught inside the maze
Left my best arm in the trenches of France
Can’t play the horn now but I still love to dance

So put some feeling in those notes
The ones that John Phillip Sousa wrote
Suspend the 4th just let it float
There’s a tear in my eye and a lump in my throat

There’s someone on the dance floor I’d surely like to get to know
So just for awhile play something soft and slow
She reminds me of someone I loved so long ago…

Instrumental Break

Place this corsage in your winter hair
Dance with me closely ’til we’re free from care
Shhh! The band pauses for a breath of air
Then the tuba thunders and the trombone blares

Shake the bandstand with that sound
The greatest sound that’s yet been found
No not yet don’t bring the curtain down
Play one for the soldiers who are still around

And feel the rhythm shake that floor
Bring back the sounds we knew before
Before the crash – before the war
Just want to hear that march… once more

8. Catch Your Breath

Written by Robbie Smith

Catch your breath cause I’m comin’ ta get ya
Don’t get gloomy cause I won’t let ya
I won’t let that smile turn to a frown
It was a picnic basket day when I met ya
Blow a kiss to the sun then let the night wind spread
Its velvety blanket down upon the ground

And that’s where we’ll lie neath the inky blinky starlit sky
Watch the moon and the clouds play hide and seek
And that’s when we’ll sigh ba ba ba blinky blinky eye to eye
Mmmm…no need to speak cause we’ll be milky silky cheek to cheek

I’m rollickin’ frolickin’ yours for the pickin’
Got heals that are getting’ an urge to start clickin’
My chin’s never been so high above the ground
I’m a regular Einstein with you standing next to me –
Equation: I plus you equals ecstasy
Albert E’s got nothin’ on me whenever you’re around

Scat

I’m the opposite of solemn and uncommonly lucky
Cupid’s arrow has finally struck me –
Up until now he’d always missed the mark
I’m naturally high and undeniably happy –
If I get more euphoric you really should slap me
You’re good for my soul let’s go for a stroll down to Palisades Park

And that’s where we’ll stay snuggly cuddly huggly on display
Like two stuffed prizes in a penny arcade
And that’s when we’ll kiss – slip our lips together just like this
Sippin’ music like cool orangeade – a tuneful spoonin’ serenade

You’re tops in a league of your own with no equals
If you were a book I’d want two dozen sequels
The nearest competition’s a distant 2nd place
I’m academically lacking it’s held me back a bit
But physically willing to make up for it
Park yourself a little bit closer til we’re face to face

And that’s where we’ll be when I propose to you on bended knee
With some shiny shiny diamond earrings for your ears
And that’s when you’ll see our serious/silly destiny
Stretching out way out through the years
As that magic wedding day draws nears

Scat

9. Cold Old River

Written by Robbie Smith

It’s been a dream of mine since I was no more than a child
– just a child
To set out on my own and conquer that river running wild
To forget about the life I’ve led and find a place where no one ever goes
Find out where that cold old river flows

Now, Pa was a mountain man, that’s what the parson said
– That’s what he said
But I never knew his name and I never had his picture by my bed
But he lived up in those rocky hills where the coyote cries,
and the wind just blows and blows
Out there where that cold old river flows

Old river I am young – changing river my journey’s begun
I only hope that I might be your friend until my journey’s end

I’ll take this birch canoe leave my orphan days behind
– far behind
This time I won’t be turning back for I have no ties that bind
I’ll just camp out ‘neath an open sky then southward to canyons I will go
’Til I find out where that cold old river flows

Old river I am young – changing river my journey’s begun
I only hope that you might be my friend…
Once I’ve reached my journey’s end

Tonight I’ll make my bed in the milkweed by the shore
– the misty shore
And then I’ll close my eyes and listen to the distant rapids roar
And I’ll put away my hunting knife and think about the lonely life he chose
Out here where that cold old river flows
Where that cold old river flows, where that cold old river flows
Where that cold old river flows

10. Sea Fever

Music by Robbie Smith, words by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying

Instrumental Break

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over

11. Oh Life!

Written by Robbie Smith

Hey you tired miner listen to the wind
It’s saying that you’ll never find a chance like this again
Been digging like a fool for someone else’s gold
When you should be hauling mackerel nets and searching for the schoals

Oh life – give me what you can
Another game and another chance to win
Oh life – the follies and the toils
You won’t be here to gather up the spoils
When they lay ya six feet underneath the soil

Hey you ruddy jailer throw away the key
Open up the silver box and set your spirit free
A jail tells a man he’s the lowest thing that crawls
When he’d rather be out in the farmin’ lands and working in the stalls

Oh life – give me what you can
Another game and another chance to win
Oh life – the follies and the toils
You won’t be here to gather up the spoils
When they lay ya six feet underneath the soil

Hey you nine-to-fiver steppin’ up the pace
You think you’re moving forward but you’re losing every race
They treat you just the same as they treated you in school
If you don’t like bein’ a loser then it’s time to change the rules

Oh life – give me what you can
Another game and another chance to win
Oh life – the follies and the toils
You won’t be here to gather up the spoils
When they lay ya six feet underneath the soil (repeat)

12. Spanish Fisherman

Music by Robbie Smith, words by Robert S. Smith

On the rolling waves he goes
Rowing where the fish will be
With his sturdy hands the Spanish fisherman
Will gather in the harvest of the sea

As the sun breaks from the waves
And his boat rocks silently
Some great power keeps watch upon the deep
And his little boat upon the sea

Ah, but Celinda waits for him
Waiting to sooth his rope-burned hands
And the lonely’s worth the living
When the sea meets with the land… meets with the land

Till the salt spray whites his hands
And the sea winds carve their lines
All alone will he fill his destiny
Gathering the harvest of the sea

Ah, but Celinda waits for him
To sooth his rope-burned hands
And the lonely’s worth the living
When the sea meets with the land… meets with the land

Ah, but Celinda waits for him
Waiting to sooth his rope-burned hands
And the lonely’s worth the living
When the sea meets with the land… meets with the land

13. Lincoln Cathedral

Written by Robbie Smith

I heard you were married in Lincoln Cathedral
Crowds in the courtyard, bells in the steeple
Carted and carried and brought to the altar
Kissed by your mother, held by your father

Over and over I read your reply –
heard you deny the love that once filled your eyes
A love that could never die – so brightly it filled your eyes
How could it ever die, how could it ever die?

Proudly they hailed you in Lincoln Cathedral
The rich and the hungry, young and the feeble
Voices proclaiming undying devotion
Power and glory spanning the ocean
Further and further we drifted apart
Hoping ’til now that somehow I’d touched your heart

Oh Lincoln Cathedral the kingdom applauds
A gift to your people and a blessing from God

Leaving the gateway of Lincoln Cathedral
Off to his palace stately and regal
Chandelier crystal and goblets of silver
Deep spacious rooms where candle-lights filter
Servants awaiting your every command
But you must obey the one who has claimed your hand
Oh Lincoln Cathedral -ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Oh Lincoln Cathedral – ah -ah

Instrumental Break

Now the great halls are silent in Lincoln Cathedral
Cloistered in darkness safe from the people
And far in the distance a princess is weeping
Hiding a letter still in her keeping
Bound by tradition she’ll sleep by his side
His choice was made and so she must be his bride
Now she must be his bride keeping the truth deep inside
Now she must be his bride – casting her love aside