The title song of the album is already in the Digital Tradition and there's athread discussing it. I think it's a pretty good transcription, but I hear a few things differently. I'll post my transcription below the DT version. LONESOME ROBIN (from the Digital Tradition) (Bob Coltman)
Rise up on your bed of straw And see if you can't bend back your bow one last time You're sick with your wounds and you think you don't care But you know it'll prey on your mind And wherever your arrow falls to the ground We'll lay lonesome robin down, one last time
No more Robin, no more, your outlaw days are over
It's funny how hot is the sun Now that you can't run away to the shade And you can't help but think of the deer that you've run And all the tricks that you've played An wonderin' what Marian's bound to do Better than comin' to see you, one last time
When you were a little boy You had to go to bed while the sun still shone It was just like sleep was the end of the world And tomorrow would never come And now lonesome Robin can't you just close your eyes And pretend that the sun will still rise one more time
Now time has took your time away Time and contraptions have slowed you down All of the times you ever had Took to their heels and they run Hold on to what ever is closest to you It's all lonesome Robin can do, one last time
----------------------------------------------------------------- note: death of Robin Hood @death @outlaw Recorded by Bob Coltman Copyright Bob Coltman filename[ LONEROBN SOF LONESOME ROBIN (corrected Digital Tradition version) (Bob Coltman) Rise up on your bed of straw, And see if you can't bend back your bow one last time; You're sick with your wounds and you think you don't care, But you know it'll prey on your mind. And wherever your arrow falls to the ground, We'll lay lonesome Robin down, one last time. No more Robin, no more, your outlaw days are over. Funny how hot is the sun, Now that you can't run away to the shade; And you can't help thinkin' of the deer you have run, And of all the games you have played; And wonderin' what Marian found to do, That's better than comin' to see you, one last time. No more Robin, no more, your outlaw days are over. When you were a little boy, You had to go to bed early while the sun still shone; 'Twas just like sleep was the end of the world, And tomorrow would never come. Now lonesome Robin can't you just close your eyes, And pretend that the sun will still rise one last time. No more Robin, no more, your outlaw days are over. Now time has took your time away, Time and contraptions have whittled you down; And all the times that you ever have had Have took to their heels and gone. Hold on to whatever is closest to you, It's all lonesome Robin can do, one last time. No more Robin, no more, your outlaw days are over. note: death of Robin Hood @death @outlaw Recorded by Bob Coltman Copyright Bob Coltman filename[ LONEROBN SOF Is whittled the right word? Bob say that yes it is. On Spotify, I found recordings of this song by Ed Trickett, Guy Carawan, and by a New York Irish group named Jameson's Revenge.
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