Tunes of the Unknown

POTTSFIELD C.M.

O hie thee forth o'er golden mead
Yon is the maypole set
A ribbon to wind thy soul
And to bind love to thy breast

From flesh removed our chalk footfall
Tempers this holy ground
Where timeless spirits meet
Round the heart of Pottsfield town

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EVERYTHING IS NICE AND FINE

Everything is nice and fine
All the time
The softest clouds and rainbow skies
Ain't gonna lie
We always have the most spectacular time together
Everyone is sittin' pretty
On top of the weather

Lasso a cloud
And make the flowers grow
Tie them in a bow to throw
At the end of the show
Our songs are filled with love
The sweetest love
And we can send them down to you
With a little shove

So hitch a ride into the sky
And join our band
Bring harps, and lutes, kazoos, trombones, and flutes
Or just your pots and pans
We can write a little jig
Out of the mighty blue
We will be here just for you...

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COME WAYWARD SOULS

Come, wayward souls
And wander through the darkness
There is a light, for the lost and the meek
Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten
When you submit to the soil of the earth

Rise and behold

The shroud of night is fallen

Into its lightless embrace

You are born

Gone are the days

Of vain and endless yearning

When to the cold, crumbling soil you return

Grow, tiny seed
You are called to the trees
Rise till your leaves fill the sky
Until your sighs

Fill the air in the night
Lift your mighty limbs
And give praise to the fire

O potatus et molassus

Si velis eis quaere a nobis

Lenes et caldi valuti catuli

Plene cum petri dulcibus

O potatus et molassus

Si velis eis quaere a nobis

Lenes et caldi valuti catuli

Potatus et molassus

Grow, tiny seed
You are called to the trees
Rise till your leaves fill the sky
Until your sighs

Fill the air in the night
Lift your mighty limbs
And give praise to the fire

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POTATOES AND MOLASSES

Oh, Potatoes and Molasses
If you want some, oh, just ask us
There're warm and soft like puppies and socks
Filled with cream and candy rocks

Oh, Potatoes and Molasses
They're so much sweeter than algebra class
If your stomach is grumbling
And your mouth starts mumbling
There's only one thing to keep your brain from crumbling

Oh, Potatoes and Molasses
If you can't see 'em put on your glasses
They're shiny and large like a fisherman's barge
You know you've had enough when you start seeing stars

Oh, Potatoes and Molasses
It's the only thing left on your task list
They're short and stout they'll make everyone shout
For Potatoes and Molasses!
For Potatoes and...
That's enough

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ADELADIE PARADE

Oh, we're going to the pasture
To meet Adelaide and ask her
If she has a way to send us back where we came from

I don't know who she is or how she is
Or when, what, why she is
But as for where she is, she is
Where we will go

To Adelaide! Adelaide!
C'mon and join the Adelaide Parade
Adelaide! to Adelaide!
We're going to Adelaide's house today!

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