MudLark: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

Give my love a message, ah, give my love a try.
Give my love a message, I’ll love him till I die.
‘Till I die and this crooked body’s buried in the ground,
I’ll be true to the sweetest heart ever to be found.
Ever to be found, boys, ever to be found,
Always true to the sweetest heart ever to be found.
Ever to be found, boys, ever to be found,
Always true to the sweetest heart ever to be found.
If you’re bound for Boston and eastward you would fly,
Keep one eye o’er your shoulder upon the western sky
Where my heart will paint a song for you across the horizon.
Oh, the redness and the orange of it will guide you home again.
All through the eastern skies as the lights of Boston bloom
We will rise into the starlit sky and dance upon that tune:
A tune that has no end, love, a song that has no end.
And the redness and the orange of it will guide us home again.
If the winter brings you to San Francisco bay,
And my feet travel northward as we both know they may,
There is always a quiet time before the darkness comes
When our passion burns a red-hot coal and messages are heard.
There you’ll find my heart, love, all in the setting sun,
And if you follow close enough, you’ll see it break apart
Into half a million stars, love, half a million stars.
I’ll watch you safely sleeping there until the night is done.
‘Till the darkness fades and both our bodies rise up in the sun,
Oh, the daylight will receive us and enfold us in her arms.
There you’ll find my heart, love, all in the rising sun,
Where reason and reality and other dreams are born.
The deepest love begins there, and there our love begins,
And the redness and the orange of it will guide us home again.