The West Wind:

Words adapted from the poem by John Masefield

Music by Jake Walton

It's a warm wind the west wind, full of birds' cries

I never hear the west wind but tears are in my eyes

It comes from the west land, those old brown hills

And April's in the west wind and the daffodils

It's a fine land the west land, for hearts as tired as mine

The apple orchards blossom there and the air's like wine

There's cool green grass there where men lay at rest

And the thrushes are in song there fluting from the nest

Chorus

It's a warm wind the west wind

Full of birds' cries

I never hear the west wind

But tears are in my eyes.

Come home now brother for you've been long away

It's April and its blossom time and white is the May

And bright is the sun and warm's the rain

Will you come home brother, home to us again?

Chorus

The white road westward is the road that I must tread

To the cool grass; the green grass and rest for heart and head.

To the violets and the warm hearts and the thrushes song

In the fine land, the west land where I belong.

Chorus

lyrics by kind permission

The Plains of Silver:

Words: Jake Walton

Music: Eric Liorzou

A wind is on the moorland

Moonlight's on the sea

Traveller's in the firelight

By shadow of the tree

Chorus

Far from the troubles of the world

And far from the ways of men

Traveller lights his fire

In the darkness of the glen

Search for the plain of silver

And rest for the weary soul

Search for the plain of silver

When the hare's to the moon at twilight

He'll watch for the way unknown

Traveller's in the starlight

Close by standing stone.

Chorus

The eagle sails the hillside

Salmon swims in the burn

The stag he rests in the half light

From these the heart will learn

Chorus

Traveller stand in silence

Close to the earth and tree

Part of the west and star shine

Traveller's alone and free

Chorus

Lyric:

Words: Mary Stewart

Music: Jake Walton

Dew shook from the wild rose

Light shook from the wing

And the broken notes of the wild bird fell diminishing

'' What makes you weep'' cried the wild bird

''To hear me sing?''

Hear the wild bird sing, hear the wild bird sing

Night was pinned with white stars

Like braids of a queen's hair

Starlight wavered and faded

Beneath the moon's stare

''What makes you sleep cried the white star

With the night so fair?''

With the night so fair

With the night so fair

''What makes you weep?'' cried the wild bird

''To hear me sing?''

Hear the wild bird sing, hear the wild bird sing

''What makes you sleep cried the white star

With the night so fair?''

With the night so fair

With the night so fair

Emain:

Words: Jake Walton

Music: Jake Walton

Waking from my dream I saw

Strange figure in the dawn

With the branch of the apple bough In her hand

The woman sang from the unknown land

Silver branches hanging down

Pure white blossom to the ground

Across crystal clear seas

A land it calls to me

Far away the distant shores

No sorrow knows

Fair winds blow, healing flows

Rain there falls in coloured shower

It's the birds they call the hour

Chorus

Across crystal clear seas

A land it calls to me

The unknown land

The unknown land

And the song the woman sang

Not all could hear

Though notes fell clear in still air

Yet her soft words wisdom told

Of the fair land lost so old

Chorus

With a branch of the apple bough in her hand

The woman sang

From the unknown land

And her music in the night

Soon faded from our sight

Chorus

All That's Past:

Words: Walter De la Mare:

Music: Jake Walton

Very old are the woods

And the buds that break

Out of the briers bough

When March winds wake

So old with their beauty are

Oh no man knows

Through what wild centuries

Roves back the rose

Very old are the brooks

And the rills that rise

Where snow sleeps cold

Beneath azure skies

Sing such a history

Of come and gone

They're every drop as wise

As Solomon

Very old are we men

Our dreams are tales

Told in dim Eden

By Eve's nightingales

We wake and we whisper a while

But the day gone by

Silence and sleep

Like fields of Amaranth lie

lyrics by kind permission

Where my caravan has rested:

Words: E.F. Lochart

Music: Jake Walton

 Where my caravan has rested

Flowers I leave you on the grass

All the flowers of love and memory

You will find them as you pass

You will understand their message

Stoop to kiss them where they lie

But if other lips have loved you shed

Shed no tear and pass them by

lyrics by kind permission