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Bye-bye curlew
Goodbye song
It's a sad occurrence you'll soon be gone

Bye-bye curlew
Nights and days
Since we'll soon be going our separate ways

Divide
Then, God, forgive each sin
And turn me loose on my cayuse
But please don't fence me in

I want the sage, I want the grass
I want the curlew's call

of a lover
He savours every utterance 
Of a voice he knows so well

How eerie now the Curlew's call
If it is only an echo?
How eerie now the Curlew's call?

the wick now, close draws the edge
Will you curlew let me fall and come to rest?
Low burns the wick now, close draws the edge
For I am old and slow and soon

The Joy of Living

Ewan MacColl

Black and White: The Definitive Collection

1996

the air you are breathing
I'll be part of the curlew's cry and the soaring hawk,
The blue milkwort and the sundew hung with diamonds
I'll be riding

name them all
So here's a few
Elephants emus crocodiles lemurs
Meerkats and macaws
Tigers with big claws
And iguanas
Wallabies wombats curlews quokkas

This is the day the fisherman likes
And so do I
When the rain puts a shine on the chestnut spikes
Hear the curlews cry
The nightingale sings her best

mountain to shore 
And swim the ocean once more 

Will the Turtle dove return?
The High Brown hiding in the ferns?
Will the Curlew's mournful cry 
Resound

Now the day is full of song 
And now the curlew's calling
Hear the snipe that all night long 
Its love-drum beats till morning

Marigolds with heavy

the Shannon's shore
Like the curlew's lonesome song
No fiddler takes the rosined bow
And leans into the tune
No hand to soft caress the strings
As music fills

Plant the trees in treason
Preparing next season
Together keep breathing
Swine flu, bird flu
Curlew curfew
No-one to nurse you
This might hurt you
First

and we grieved the dawn
We skimmed the mud flats, caught the curlew’s call
Felt the freighter’s rotten ribs, and poked the dead barge’s pall
There’s no

sleep
Stardust and moonlight Curlews cry out Message round midnight No rest for me now
Whispers in language Stranger to me Words on the breeze

and curlew[01:51.38]Fold you under my coat[02:00.62]Smooth your feathers down[02:09.32]Together hearts beat beat[02:29.96]You and me and the killdeer wing[02:38.97]Curve

I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds: 
"Let peewit call and curlew cry where they will,
I long for your merry and tender and pitiful

The night falls over the vale
Of our quiet little town
The curlew pipe, reveal the trail 
When am I going down

The siren sings a soothing dirge

Spread my shining wings
I ran out of words
Curve of the curlew
Its' grace a perfect sentence.

Yellow walls, yellow walls
Bring sunshine

The curlew stood silent and unseen in the long damp grass
And he looked down on the roadside below him 
That wound its way through Beal na Blath

wandered
I knew my way so well
And then I saw the old sports field
Where first I’d learned to hurl

I heard the Curlew’s lonesome call
Across the Callows

The Manchester Rambler

Ewan MacColl

The One and Only

2001

seen the white hare in the gullys
And the curlew fly high overhead
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.

The Manchester Rambler

Ewan MacColl

Black and White: The Definitive Collection

1996

seen the white hare in the gullys
And the curlew fly high overhead
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead.

Burning Airlines Give You So Much More

Brian Eno

Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy)

1974

the curlews call from strangely stunted trees
The painted sage sits just as though he's flying
Regina's jet disturbs his wispy beard

When you reach Kyoto

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills
And heard the curlews cry
Or seen the raven black as night 
Upon a windswept sky?
To walk the purple

Young Ned of the Hill

The Pogues

Streams of Whiskey: Live in Leysin, Switzerland

2002

Have you ever walked the lonesome hills 
And heard the curlews cry 
Or seen the raven black as night 
Upon a windswept sky 
To walk the purple