first felt the spell of the Wood thrush's song
Chorus
Now the Wood thrush's has vanished
seeking the place thats not felt the crush of mans embrace »
The Wood Thrush's Song
Live in Austin
by Laurie Lewis
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Dear one,
The world is waiting for the sunrise;
Every rose is heavy with dew.
The thrush on high,
His sleepy mate is calling
And my heart is »
The World Is Waiting for the Sunrise
Capitol Collectors Series
by Red Roundtree
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you
Dear one the world is waiting for the sunrise
Every little rose bud is covered with dew
And my heart is calling for you
The thrush on high his »
The World Is Waiting for the Sunrise
The Hit Makers! [10"]
by Les Paul & Mary Ford
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calling you.
Dear one, the world is waiting for the sunrise.
Every little rose bud is covered with dew
And my heart is calling you
The thrush on high »
The World Is Waiting for the Sunrise
Jeff Beck's Rock 'N' Roll Party: Honoring Les Paul
by Jeff Beck
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a thrush singing on yon bush
And the song she sang was the jug of punch
What more pleasure can a boy desire
Than sitting down, oh beside the fire
What more »
The Jug of Punch
Island Angel
by Altan
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Deep in the canyon
Down in the old woods
Where the hermit thrushes sing,
I sit where the sun shines
In a ferny circle and fly away
On daydreams »
Day Dream Land
Lullaby
by Jewel
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I love you honey hush,
My heart is singing like a thrush;
I'm saving my dimes,
I hear wedding chimes,
My sweet, my lovely honey hush!
Your »
Honey Hush
Monsters
by Jerry Lee Lewis
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I have seen the lark soar high at morn
Heard his song up in the blue
I have heard the blackbird pipe his note
The thrush and the linnet too »
The Singing Bird
Sean-Nós Nua
by Sinéad O'Connor
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Name of care
Fast asleep
In a room somewhere
Guardian angels/up above
On the one I love.
I am calling
As the young thrush
Caught in the crest »
Frederick
Outside Society: Looking Back 1975-2007
by Patti Smith
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What the thrush toils at
The partridge asks for
The hapless one takes
The troubled one steals
Puts upon a spade
Sets on a runner
Hides under »
Song of the Troubled One
Magic and Mayhem: Tales from the Early Years
by Amorphis
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crow is a devil and a demon
Known for his cackling and his screaming
Driving away the swallow and the thrush
From the blackberry blossom »
Blackberry Blossom
Blackberry Blossom
by Norman Blake
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the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes,
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes.
If the ladies were squirrels with them high »
Rock Salt and Nails
David's Album
by Joan Baez
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laughter is an echo in the breeze
That hushes larks and thrushes in the trees
And calms the wave that rushes from the seas
When she makes music
Any »
When She Makes Music
Sophisticated Lady
by Julie London
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roadway
Light scattered skyline
No sweeter promise
Smell of this highlife
Hole on my heart where a hill and a tree were
Score for a song thrush in that »
Song of the Sea
This Is...Tunng: Mother's Daughter and Other Songs
by Tunng
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ragtime.
You can tell the sandman is on his way,
By the way,
That they play,
As still, as the trill, of a thrush, in a twilight high.
So you can hear »
Lullaby in Ragtime
Danny Kaye/Louis Armstrong
by Danny Kaye
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won't burn easily
The thrushes sing
Still my lover won't return to me
Wild parsnips they still scar my lungs
While thistles will burn my feet »
Souverian
Noble Beast
by Andrew Bird
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Here's a hymn to welcome in the day
Heralding a summer's early sway
And all the bulbs all comin' in
To begin
The thrushes' bleeding battle with »
June Hymn
The King Is Dead
by The Decemberists
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Brother thrush, how you fly so high
Way up in the clouds
The trees resound with open arms
For one so rare
Brother Man just can't compare
When »
Brother Thrush
Early Morning Onwards
by Barclay James Harvest
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to cry.
If the ladies were blackbirds
And the ladies were thrushes,
I'd lie there for hours
In the chilly, cold marshes.
If the ladies were »
Rock Salt and Nails
I Saw the Light with Some Help from My Friends
by Earl Scruggs
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tree:
Oh, the Mistle thrush is coming. Jack, put out the light!" »
Jack in the Green
Bursting Out: Jethro Tull Live
by Jethro Tull
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on the Holly tree:
Oh, the Mistle thrush is coming. Jack, put out the light!" »
Jack in the Green
Living with the Past [DVD/CD]
by Jethro Tull
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to sing,
Too lonely to cry.
If you ladies were blackbirds
And you ladies were thrushes,
I'd lie there for hours
In them cold chilly marshes.
But if »
Rock, Salt and Nails
The Joan Baez Country Music Album
by Joan Baez
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the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes,
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes.
If the ladies were squirrels with them high »
Rock Salt and Nails
The Best of the Hightone Years
by Buddy & Julie Miller
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a man, a Sergeant-Major Lush
And he has got to be obeyed (Yeah!)
And in a voice just like a little thrush
He says I'm idle on parade
Now, when they »
Idle on Parade
Idle on Parade
by Anthony Newley
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pardon
Bobolink, coo cooing doves
Blacbirds and the whirlwind thrush
Bluebird, lark, pigeon, nightingale
We all smile in the spring
When the birds all »
An English Country Garden
Songs of the British Isles
by Nana Mouskouri
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