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I Like You
02:47
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Standing in your doorway on the night when we first met
I felt I wasn’t ready, to say goodbye just yet
Stay a little longer, tell another story, dear
It's true I hardly know you, but it feels like its been years
Oh I like you, And I just met you
And there ain’t no use, tryin to argue
There’s no reason, for all this teasin’
Your eyes they show, you feel it too
There is no hiding, you feel it too
We walked by the houses and we walked by trees
We walked by the flowers and we talked for hours
And down by the riverside you drew me in the sand
I don’t know how it happened, but now we’re holding hands
Oh I like you and I just met you
There ain’t no use tryin to argue
There’s no reason, for all this teasin’
Your eyes they show you feel it too
There is no hiding, you feel it too
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2. |
It's Been Too Long
02:49
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Oh, it’s been too long since we
Danced in the kitchen
Don’t you know what you’ve been missin’
Since you left me on my own
When the sun goes down
I’m reminiscin'
Tell me when you’re comin home
It’s been too long
Oh my teapot for one
Isn’t nearly as much fun
And the pillow next to mine
Has been so cold
It’s so clear, my dear
Somethin’s a-missin’
Baby’ when you comin home
It’s been too long
Oh, it’s been too long since we
danced in the kitchen
Baby you’ve got me itchin’ to
Catch a train back home
When I’m at your door
I’ll be a-kissin
All the lonely tears you
Shed while I was gone
The dust on my shoes
Is givin’ me the blues
The achin in my heart
Is all for you
–When I sing a song there’s no
One here to listen
Baby’ I’m a comin home
It’s been too long
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3. |
The Fiddle & The Fire
05:05
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They met in the square
In the spring of the year
When the sound of his fiddle
Caught her ear
He built them a cabin
With a mountain view
A cottonwood tree
And curtains of blue
A lavender garden
In the mountain air
A fiddle and a fire
And a rocking chair
He made her a promise he would always be there
For the girl with the golden hair
The years they went by
And the cottonwood grew
His feet grew restless
And his heart untrue
He longed for the gold
In the mountain so deep
Packed up his shovel
And left her to weep
Farewell to the garden
And the mountain air
The fiddle and fire
And the rocking chair
When he returned he would find her there
The girl with the golden hair
The gold was so plenty
It filled him with greed
‘Til rivers of metal
Were all he would bleed
He gambled and drank
Til his riches grew thin
And the women he bedded
Grew tired of him
He longed for the garden
And the mountain air
The fiddle and the fire
And the rocking chair
When he returned would he find her there?
The girl with the golden hair
Leaving his pick
And his pan behind
He left that old town
With one thing on his mind
The trail so familiar
The lavender blue
He stepped through the gate
He saw and he knew
A spade in the garden
And love in the air
Another man’s coat
On that old rocking chair
A crib and a little one resting there And the girl with the golden hair
So remember my story
The way it is told
My son, when you take her
to have and to hold
Don’t take her for granted
And forfeit your soul
For one man’s stone is another man’s gold
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4. |
Laurelhurst
05:17
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Laurelhurst
you’ve really seen it all
Blooming despite my tears
And raining through the fall
Your sycamores
Have sheltered my lonely walks
And if the leaves had ears
They’ve heard my cryin’ heart
Oh tell, me tell me do
Laurelhurst, will this one be true
Will he turn and hit the road
Finding my heart too hard to hold
When he sees me as I am
Will he still take me by the hand
Laurelhurst, I’ll be damned
If I ever love again
Laurelhurst
Under your western pines
We laid a blanket down
His boots off next to mine
The seasons passed
The very next autumn came
The wind took him far away
There was no one left to blame
Oh tell, me tell me do
Laurelhurst, will this one be true
Will he turn and hit the road
Finding my heart too hard to hold
When he sees me as I am
Will he still take me by the hand
Laurelhurst, I’ll be damned
If I ever love again
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5. |
Songbird
03:42
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Hey little songbird how do you sing
When the storm is a blowin through your little wings
Your nest is a mess, And your feathers all awry —
Hey little songbird, don’t it make you cry?
Singin low low low low
Singin high high high hi—-i-i-igh
Take on the sky on the wind you ride
Hey little songbird you make me wanna try
Hey little songbird land at my door
Be my reminder to sing thru the storm
When life’s a hurricane and nothin goes my way
Hey little songbird, sing me thru the day
Singin low low low low
Singin high high high hi—-i-i-igh
Take on the sky on the wind you ride
Hey little songbird you make me wanna try
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6. |
Never Get Enough
03:07
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In the morning, without warning, you bring me coffee in bed
You tie up your shoes, you put on your coat and say “Baby I’ll see you” again
When you’re leavin’, I’m a grievin’, I don’t know what to do
My baby I’m sure when you walk out that door
I’ll never get enough of you, Oh I never get enough of you.
In the evening, when you breeze in, like a warm summer wind
You hang up your hat and just like that, all your favourite records spin
In the moonlight, when it feels right, you make your way to my arms
My baby so sweet, You really know how to please me
I’ll never get enough of you, Oh I never get enough of you.
I’m over here, you’re over there, I ask if you’re busy, you say au contraire
There’s plenty to do, and places to be
But I just want you here with me
When you’re leavin’, I’m a grievin’, I don’t know what to do
My baby I’m sure, When you walk out that door
I’ll never get enough of you, never get enough of you
When I’m leavin’, I’m a grievin’, I don’t know what to do
My baby I’m sure when you walk out that door
I’ll never get enough of you, Oh I never get enough of you
Oh I, I’ll never get enough of you.
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7. |
Old-Fashioned Love
03:59
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I want an old fashioned love
One like the stories tell of
We’ll go out walkin
And laughin and talkin
Take off our shoes and gloves
Oh I want an old fashioned love
I wanna take this one slow
So maybe you won’t even know
You got me dreamin and wishin and schemin
Hopin your feelings might grow
Oh wanna take this one slow
Yodelay hey hey yodelay
Yodelay yodelay
Yodelay hey hey yodelay
Yodelay yodeloo
I wanna swing dance with you
To those fiddle and old banjo tunes
Take you out dancin, a little romancin’
Tear the barn floor damn through
Oh I wanna swing dance with you
Yodelay hey hey yodelay
Yodelay yodelay
Yodelay hey hey yodelay
Yodelay yodeloo
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8. |
Mountain and Me
03:13
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Said the flower to the honey bee
I need you just as much as you need me
Take my pollen, to help you make honey
Said the flower to the honey bee
Oh, it’s a simple secret, it’s a lovely thing
When we share what we have, we have all that we need
We all want to grow up to run wild and free
You and the mountain, and me.
Said the salmon to the mountain stream,
I need you just as much as you need me
Lead me home again, and I will keep you fed
Said the salmon to the mountain stream
Oh, it’s a simple secret, it’s a lovely thing
When we share what we have, we have all that we need
We all want to grow up to run wild and free
You and the mountain, and me.
Said the squirrel to the old oak tree
I need you just as much as you need me
You clean the air I breathe, I’ll plant your seeds
Said the squirrel to the old oak tree
Oh, it’s a simple secret, it’s a lovely thing
When we share what we have, we have all that we need
We all want to grow up to run wild and free
You and the mountain, and you and the salmon
You and the flower and the honeybee
You and the mountain and me.
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9. |
Far Better Things
03:36
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This old world has let me down
Sripped me bare and trampled my crown,
Oh this old world is full of sorrow
People living like there’s no tomorrow
But there are far better things, far better things
There are far better things ahead
So brush off those clouds, Sing it out loud
There are far better things ahead
Oh this old world, has hated colour
And judged a brother by belief
And I’m so tired of hearing the news of
Bombs and shootings in the streets
Let there be peace...
There are far better things, far better things
There are far better things ahead
So brush off those clouds, Sing it out loud
There are far better things ahead
So don’t be scared to be the change
Take a chance, and love again
There are far better things, far better things
There are far better things ahead
So brush off those clouds, Sing it out loud
There are far better things ahead
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Elise LeBlanc Cumberland, British Columbia
Élise LeBlanc is based in the cozy village of Cumberland, BC - on Vancouver Island. Her music is inspired by vintage
country, bluegrass, and western swing.
Élise's lyrics focus on vulnerability, resilience, and the beauty of a simple life.
Élise received grants from FACTOR Canada to record and promote her debut album Runaway Kites.
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