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Complete
03:36
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This world's so big and we're so small
You might wonder if there's any point at all
It's in the little things, we are the little things
You matter so much much, more than you can know
Sky over your head, land under your feet
You are alive, you live to be complete
Earth it holds us, hear it speak
Air sustains us, breath it in
Water fills us, made to lift us
Be its guardian, a custodian
Silver drops on a blanket of night
You were born to stand under this sky
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Moondyne Joe
03:42
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Joseph Johns (or Moondyne Joe) came on the Pyrenees
From Wales to West Australia in 1853
10 years for stealing food, his hungry mouth to feed
The judge was tough who sentenced him, “A lesson to his breed”
Said Moondyne Joe,
“You may be the boss my friend but you’re not the boss of me”.
All men want to be free
Joseph worked hard on the land with good behaviour true
‘Cos when you do that they will hand a ticket of leave to you
‘Ticket of leave!’ he crid aloud, “I’m free again,’ he sang
‘I’ll head inland to Toodjay and work as a bushman’.
Being good can be difficult when opportunity calls
And unmarked cattle would be tempting to you all
Arrested time and time again, the governor declared
‘If Joe escapes this gaol again, I swear he will be spared!’
To be free of shackles, to live at liberty
I say all men want to be free
Locked in Freo gaol again, he just unscrewed the door
And stole the judge’s thoroughbred, by god that man was sore
Two years on the run and captured at an inn
The promise stood and Joe was soon escaping once again
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My parents they left me when I was a child
My grandmother didn’t want me
Arrested at 14 for stealing a horse
Dressed as a boy of course
Sent to Australia, lucky I wasn’t hung
Arriving at Botany Bay
I worked as a housemaid was lucky again
Reading and writing saved me from the workhouse but
Waking at midnight to turn off the light
I’m sorry that you’re not around
Survival is key here and I’m doing fine
I’m keeping my nose to the ground
‘Cos I’m making a place for me, making a place for me x 2
I married a good man, as good as can be
Built up our fortunes while he was at sea
And when that man died I took over the lot
My 7 children needed me
Now I’m an old lady, as you can see
I’ve started a bank and I grew a fig tree
A convict I never admitted to be
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Time
03:59
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Good things take time until they appear
It's not secret that good things can just disappear
But they are just things, you're a work of art
All that you hold in your hands in your heart and good things take time
All that I've learnt in all my years amounts to this
Quiet eyes and a gentle kiss
Good things take time
Like a wise woman and a strong grapevine
Good things take time, it's not too late
You have been learning and growing and you did not break
Yes you have scars but so do the best
Your head's in your hands but your heart still beats in your chest
All that I've learnt in all my years amounts to this
Quiet eyes and a gentle kiss
Good things take time
Like the seed that was planted beginning the climb
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Jenny Gaunt Perth, Australia
Jenny Gaunt is a songwriter and musician from Perth, Australia.
www.jennygaunt.com
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