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Musical settings to poems by classic poets.

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released January 5, 2017

Poems by authors as credited
All music composed and produced by Toby Darling

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Track Name: Roads (Edward Thomas)
Roads
By Edward Thomas

Bm Am
I love roads:
C
The goddesses that dwell
G
Far along invisible
Dm
Are my favorite gods.

Bm Am
Roads go on
C
While we forget, and are
G
Forgotten like a star
E7
That shoots and is gone.

Am
On this earth 'tis sure
E7
We men have not made
C Dm
Anything that doth fade
E7
So soon, so long endure:

The hill road wet with rain
In the sun would not gleam
Like a winding stream
If we trod it not again.

They are lonely
While we sleep, lonelier
For lack of the traveller
Who is now a dream only.

From dawn's twilight
And all the clouds like sheep
On the mountains of sleep
They wind into the night.

Bm E7
The next turn may reveal
Bm C#m
Heaven: upon the crest
Bm C#m
The close pine clump, at rest
D A
And black, may Hell conceal.

Em Bm
Often footsore, never
Em Bm
Yet of the road I weary,
F#m C#m
Though long and steep and dreary,
D A
As it winds on for ever.

F#m Bm
Helen of the roads,
F#m Em
The mountain ways of Wales
C D
And the Mabinogion tales,
E7
Is one of the true gods,

Abiding in the trees,
The threes and fours so wise,
The larger companies,
That by the roadside be,

And beneath the rafter
Else uninhabited
Excepting by the dead;
And it is her laughter

At morn and night I hear
When the thrush cock sings
Bright irrelevant things,
And when the chanticleer

Calls back to their own night
Troops that make loneliness
With their light footsteps’ press,
As Helen’s own are light.

Now all roads lead to France
And heavy is the tread
Of the living; but the dead
Returning lightly dance:

Whatever the road bring
To me or take from me,
They keep me company
With their pattering,

F#m Bm
Crowding the solitude
F#m Bm
Of the loops over the downs,
Em Bm
Hushing the roar of towns
C D
and their brief multitude.

Opening Riff:
Bm x9970x
Am x7750x
Track Name: Mistletoe (Walter de la Mare)
Mistletoe

Walter de la Mare


Intro: C G Am Em C G E7

C G Am Em
Sitting under the mistletoe
Bm Em Bm A
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
C G Am Em
One last candle burning low,
F Fm E7
All the sleepy dancers gone,
F C E7
Just one candle burning on,
Am G Am Em
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Dm C E7
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen - and kissed me there.
Track Name: Ring Out Wild Bells (Tennyson)
Ring out, wild bells
Christmas Poem by Alfred, Lord Tennyson


F#m/A E/A Bm
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
F#m Em G A
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
C G F Am
The year is dying in the night;
D Am G Am
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.

D Am D Am
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
C D G Em
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
C G C G
The year is going, let him go;
Am G B7
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

Ring out the grief that saps the mind,
For those that here we see no more,
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.

Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.

C D Em Am
Ring out the want, the care the sin,
C G Am
The faithless coldness of the times;
C D G Em
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes,
C G B7
But ring the fuller minstrel in.

Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.

Ring out old shapes of foul disease,
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.

Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Track Name: I Am! (John Clare)
I Am!
By John Clare

Em C Bm
I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
Em D B7
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
Em D C G
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
Em Am G B7
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Am Em
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
Am D Em
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
Track Name: The Brook (Tennyson)
The Brook
Alfred Lord Tennyson

Dm Am
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
Dm Am
I make a sudden sally
G A
And sparkle out among the fern,
Dm Am
To bicker down a valley.

Dm F
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Dm Am
Or slip between the ridges,
G A
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
Dm Am
And half a hundred bridges.

Em Bm
Till last by Philip's farm I flow
C D
To join the brimming river,
Em G
For men may come and men may go,
Am Bm Em
But I go on for ever.

I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.

With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.

I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,

And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,

And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.

I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.

I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.

G Dm
I murmur under moon and stars
F C A7
In brambly wildernesses;
Dm C
I linger by my shingly bars;
Dm A7
I loiter round my cresses;

And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
Track Name: Bridge-Guard in the Karroo (Kipling)
Bridge-Guard in the Karroo 1901

". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge."
District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African War.

Em G
Sudden the desert changes,
A B
The raw glare softens and clings,
Em G
Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges
A B
Stand up like the thrones of Kings --

C G Am
Ramparts of slaughter and peril --
C D E7
Blazing, amazing, aglow --
F C Dm
'Twixt the sky-line's belting beryl
C G B7
And the wine-dark flats below.

Royal the pageant closes,
Lit by the last of the sun --
Opal and ash-of-roses,
Cinnamon, umber, and dun.

The twilight swallows the thicket,
The starlight reveals the ridge.
The whistle shrills to the picket --
We are changing guard on the bridge.

(Few, forgotten and lonely,
Where the empty metals shine --
No, not combatants-only
Details guarding the line.)

We slip through the broken panel
Of fence by the ganger's shed;
We drop to the waterless channel
And the lean track overhead;

We stumble on refuse of rations,
The beef and the biscuit-tins;
We take our appointed stations,
And the endless night begins.

C#m G#m
We hear the Hottentot herders
C#m G#m
As the sheep click past to the fold --
F#m E
And the click of the restless girders
F#m G#7
As the steel contracts in the cold --

B F#m
Voices of jackals calling
B F#m
And, loud in the hush between,
E D
A morsel of dry earth falling
C E7
From the flanks of the scarred ravine.

And the solemn firmament marches,
And the hosts of heaven rise
Framed through the iron arches --
Banded and barred by the ties,

Till we feel the far track humming,
And we see her headlight plain,
And we gather and wait her coming --
The wonderful north-bound train.

(Few, forgotten and lonely,
Where the white car-windows shine --
No, not combatants-only
Details guarding the line.)

Quick, ere the gift escape us!
Out of the darkness we reach
For a handful of week-old papers
And a mouthful of human speech.

And the monstrous heaven rejoices,
And the earth allows again,
Meetings, greetings, and voices
Of women talking with men.

So we return to our places,
As out on the bridge she rolls;
And the darkness covers our faces,
And the darkness re-enters our souls.

More than a little lonely
Where the lessening tail-lights shine.
No - not combatants - only
Details guarding the line!
Track Name: Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind (Shakespeare)
Song: “Blow, blow, thou winter wind”

By William Shakespeare


Em C Em
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
D Am Em
Thou art not so unkind
Am G As man’s ingratitude;
F Am
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Dm C E7
Because thou art not seen,
Am E7 Am Although thy breath be rude.

D Am D Am
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
G Em C G
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
C G Am
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
G D G
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remembered not.

Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Track Name: Autumn (John Clare)
Autumn (John Clare)

D Dmaj7
I love the fitfull gusts that shakes
D* Bm7
 The casement all the day
Am7 Gm7
And from the mossy elm tree takes
F#m7 G
 The faded leaf away
Bm7 E
Twirling it by the window-pane
A G
With thousand others down the lane

I love to see the shaking twig
 Dance till the shut of eve
The sparrow on the cottage rig
 Whose chirp would make believe
That spring was just now flirting by
In summers lap with flowers to lie

A G
I love to see the cottage smoke
D Em
 Curl upwards through the naked trees
C#m F#m
The pigeons nestled round the coat
C#m B
 On dull November days like these
G Em
The cock upon the dung-hill crowing
G A
The mill sails on the heath agoing

The feather from the ravens breast
 Falls on the stubble lea
The acorns near the old crows nest
 Fall pattering down the tree
The grunting pigs that wait for all
Scramble and hurry where they fall

D: xx0775
Dmaj7: xx0675
D*: xx0557 (dceb)
Track Name: Winter (Walter de la Mare)
Winter
Walter de la Mare

[4/4 80 bpm]
Em C G Bm
A wrinkled crabbed man they picture thee,
D Am C Bm
Old Winter, with a rugged beard as grey
Em G Am Em
As the long moss upon the apple-tree;
D Am D Am
Blue-lipt, an icedrop at thy sharp blue nose,
C G D Am
Close muffled up, and on thy dreary way
C G Bm Em
Plodding alone through sleet and drifting snows.

[3/4 120 bpm]
C G D Em
They should have drawn thee by the high-heapt hearth,
C G D B7
Old Winter! seated in thy great armed chair,
C D Em Am
Watching the children at their Christmas mirth;
Em Am Em B7
Or circled by them as thy lips declare
C#m B A E
Some merry jest, or tale of murder dire,
F#m G#m A B
Or troubled spirit that disturbs the night,
C G D Em
Pausing at times to rouse the mouldering fire,
C G Am
Or taste the old October brown and bright.
Track Name: Fear No More (Shakespeare)
Fear no more
William Shakespeare


Em D Am B7
Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
G A Em
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Em D Am B7
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
G A Em
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
C#m F#m A B
Golden lads and girls all must,
F#m G#m A B7
As chimney sweepers come to dust.

Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!