The hunt is on to find the fox
Cross patchwork fields and spiny copse
Much to and froing
White horses showing
Their pearly teeth
He lead them »
Find the Fox [Home Demo]
A Coat of Many Cupboards
by XTC
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On a hillside in the meadows
By the old Copse ring of oaks
They lay down there as lovers
But no words of love were spoke
They had drunken »
Anglokana
Lay of the Land
by Seachange
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Looking down at my life
I find the cold stare of spite
In a Copse the Angel sighs
I long to feel her at my side
Hope is dread, it waits for me »
Angels and Faith
Remains
by Bella Morte
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was slowly rising
From its slumberdown again.
The stag had run to cover
In a Copse beside the lake;
The huntsman broke the silence
And the birds »
The Golden Salamander
Nomadness
by The Strawbs
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begins in all its grandeur
To the Copse of trees)
For many of these men, they know it is their last
The slaughter now ensues
Bodies fall like rain »
High Water Mark
The Glorious Burden [Bonus Disc]
by Iced Earth
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Love was a promise made of smoke
In a frozen Copse of trees
A bone cold and older than our bodies
Slowly floating in the sea
Every morning »
The Devil Never Sleeps
The Shepherd's Dog
by Iron & Wine
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Love was a promise made of smoke
In a frozen Copse of trees
A bone cold and older than our bodies
Slowly floating in the sea
Every morning »
Pagan Angel and a Borrowed Car
The Shepherd's Dog
by Iron & Wine
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down beneath this foliar crust
Womblike woodland, one chaste Copse confined,
Stay untouched, undefiled,
All God's garden growing wild, »
Landscape [Extract from "The Paintings"]
Englishe Musicke
by Amazing Blondel
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to the woods in the fresh thin carpet of snow
Snelsmore Wood, The Chase, Enbourne Road
Reddings Copse, Tothill down through Andover Grove
Let it not be said »
Snelsmore Wood
Eight
by New Model Army
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Copse of trees
A voice as sweet as Mare's Tail
Clings to the prairie breeze
"Won't you come with me', she said,
"there's plenty of room in my iron »
Crescent Moon
Pale Sun, Crescent Moon
by Cowboy Junkies
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start
Started off with, runnin from copses duck and hide from helicopters
We open fire, who can stop us
Livin the life of trife juveniles, hopin for »
Lost Souls
Nu Mixx Classics, Vol. 2 (Evolution: Duets and Remixes)
by Outlawz
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was then at the edge of a large and half-finished estate. It was still and quiet, backing onto a Copse the bulldozers had missed when they levelled »
The Green Man
Minotaur
by The Clientele
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