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We walked for miles in the Hot Country sun
On the old coast road the darkness comes
And the cold sighs heavily

A lonely boat settles in port
He loads his catch and the engine starts
And dust scatters behind wheels

We turn inland and on darkest plains
The horses bolt, swift and untamed,
Rider-less, hungry and unbathed

We count the stars in their families
Royal and Rich in their gatherings
Their deaths already been

Buried with names of Great Renown
Keepers of village and market-towns
Their stalls still emptying out

We turn inland and on darkest plains
The horses bolt, swift and untamed,
Rider-less, hungry and unbathed

Morning comes each and every day
Except the one you do not wake
And that dream leaves no trace

There's a cabin that stands beside the shore
On ragged scrubland with unhinged door
And it's there, I will wait

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from The Western Seaboard EP, track released October 17, 2011

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Beyond Olden Acre Ireland

Passed yonder plains and o’er the mountain,
Down the valley and through the forest,
Every sound follows and surrounds us
And at every turn a maker.
Deep in the fields the men of labour,
At every bud the bee and trader,
The tune carried by each passing stranger
Beyond this olden acre.
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