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Lyr Req: Red and Gold (Fairport Convention)

Roger in Baltimore 01 Jun 99 - 09:18 AM
The_one_and_only_Dai 01 Jun 99 - 11:17 AM
John Wood 02 Jun 99 - 08:03 PM
Walter / Austria 04 Jun 99 - 04:30 AM
GUEST,ian_norbury@agilent.com 27 Jun 00 - 12:23 PM
GUEST,tommy 07 Mar 16 - 11:56 PM
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Subject: LYR REQ: Red and Gold by Fairport Convention
From: Roger in Baltimore
Date: 01 Jun 99 - 09:18 AM

Walter from Austria requested these lyrics on another thread. I will steer him here. If it is Fairport Convention I expect this will be easy. It is not in the DT, I checked.

Roger in Baltimore


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Subject: RE: LYR REQ: Red and Gold by Fairport Convention
From: The_one_and_only_Dai
Date: 01 Jun 99 - 11:17 AM

It is indeed Fairport. I don't know the lyrics, as I can't abide the song (or the album). I do know they are on the sleeve, though.


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Subject: Lyr Add: RED AND GOLD (Ralph McTell)
From: John Wood
Date: 02 Jun 99 - 08:03 PM

RED AND GOLD......Ralph McTell.

Red and Gold are royal colours,
Peasant colours are Green and Brown
Green is the corn in the Brown earth when it's growing
Red and Gold when the harvest is cut down.

Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire theCherwell takes it's course
And the willows weep into the waters clear
My name is Will Timms and it's here that I was born
And raised in faith my King and God to fear.

In 1644 the King in Oxford town did dwell
Though we'd heard that Cromwell's Army was nearby
It did not occur to me that little Cropredy
Could be witness to the meeting of both sides.

On June the 29th that year I was about my work
Cutting hedges in a meadow by the stream
My blade slipped,I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still green.

Now it did distress me so to watch my own blood flow
And quickly soak into the greedy ground
In Red and Gold my colours swam and sweat broke on my brow
And faint I knew that I must lay me down.

At first I thought the thundering was just inside my head
So I raised myself above the hedge to see
And watched as in a dream as the armies fought downstream
The battle for the bridge at Cropredy.

Now the Kings men fought in Red and Gold
Though Cromwells men were plainer
The blood they spilled was coloured just the same
Through the hedgerows fragile cover I saw brother killing brother
And all this was done in Jesus' name.

All that day and all the next the battle it was raging
Though when darkness came,I slipped
But the crying of the dying kept me wakeful and just lying
In my bed until the dawning of the day.

And the dreams I had were Red and Gold
And the little stream became a flood
From all my brothers killing one another
Till waking I did relise it was all my own dear blood.

Some were buried in the church and some just where they fell
With no markers to declare their place of rest
But the poppies they do grow where they were never sown
And to my mind they do declare it best.

And each year when the Green corn once again turns into Gold
And the poppies in the field again remind me
Like the scar upon my hand and the blood spilt on this land
And the hungry earth so eager to confine me.

For Red and Gold they are the colours
One is blood and one is power
Though I may find my rest in Cropredy church
In Golden fields forever will sping the poppy flower.

By Cropredy the cherwell is still bidden to keep flowing
And the willows by its side still gently weep
But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream
The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep.

And the dreams I have are Red and Gold
And the little stream becomes a field
From all my brothers killing one another
Till waking I relised it's all my own dear blood.


Ralph:``In 1979 I was reheasing in Cropredy for an album with Dave Pegg when he mentioned that there had been a Civil War battle at Cropredy bridge.It seemed an obvious theme for a Fairport song because of their strong associations with the village,but it wasn't until 1985 when I was a spectator at the 5th Cropredy Festival,while listening to the band,watching the sun go down and the colours in the fields changing from green and brown to red and gold that I conceived the idea of William Timms being a witness to the fight in these same fields by this same river so many years before.´´

Greetings John.


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Subject: RE: LYR REQ: Red and Gold by Fairport Convention
From: Walter / Austria
Date: 04 Jun 99 - 04:30 AM

Dear John,

I can´t tell you how thankful I am. To you and all the others that helped me, I can only say - again - I hope I can do something for you in return sometimes. So in the meanwhile the best regards from the folk scene here in Austria - you are what I really call friends!

Greetings Walter


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Subject: RE: LYR REQ: Red and Gold by Fairport Convention
From: GUEST,ian_norbury@agilent.com
Date: 27 Jun 00 - 12:23 PM

Can anyone provide the chords for this?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Red and Gold (Fairport Convention)
From: GUEST,tommy
Date: 07 Mar 16 - 11:56 PM

RED AND GOLD......Ralph McTell. (Capo on 2nd fret)

C            Dm          F      G
Red and Gold are royal colours,

C            Am             F               G
Peasant colours are Green and Brown

C                   F               C                                 Am
Green is the corn in the Brown earth when it's growing

F             C                     G                   C
Red and Gold when the harvest is cut down.




C                               Dm                      F                           G
Through Cropredy in Oxfordshire the Cherwell takes its course

               Em                   F                   G
And the willows weep into its waters clear

Em                      F                        G                      C
My name is Will Timms and it's here that I was born

       F                           G                         C
And raised in faith my King and God to fear.

In 1644 the King in Oxford town did dwell
Though we'd heard that Cromwell's Army was nearby
It did not occur to me that little Cropredy
Could be witness to the meeting of both sides.

On June the 29th that year I was about my work
Cutting hedges in a meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still green.



            C                                 Dm                            G
Now it did distress me so to watch my own blood flow
And quickly soak into the greedy ground
In Red and Gold my colours swam and sweat broke on my brow
And, faint, I knew that I must lay me down.

Red and Gold…

At first I thought the thundering was just inside my head
So I raised myself above the hedge to see
And I watched as in a dream as the armies fought downstream
The battle for the bridge at Cropredy.

Now the King's men fought in Red and Gold, though Cromwell's men were plainer
The blood they spilled was coloured just the same
Through the hedgerow's fragile cover I saw brother killing brother
And all of this was done in Jesus' name.

Red and Gold…

All that day and all the next the battle it was raging
Though when darkness came,I slipped away
But the crying of the dying kept me wakeful and just lying
In my bed until the dawning of the day.


             G                                           C
And the dreams I had were Red and Gold

             F       C                         G
And the little stream became a flood

          C       F             C                   Am
From all my brothers killing one another

      F                   C                   G                        C
Till waking I did realise it was all my own dear blood.

Some were buried in the church and some just where they fell
With no markers to declare their place of rest
But the poppies they do grow where they were never sown
And to my mind they do declare it best.

And each year when the Green corn once again turns into Gold
And the poppies in the field again remind me
Like the scar upon my hand and the blood spilt on this land
And the hungry earth so eager to confine me.

For Red and Gold they are the colours
One is Blood and one is Power
Though I may find my rest in Cropredy church
In Golden fields forever will spring the poppy flower.

By Cropredy the Cherwell is still bidden to keep flowing
And the willows by its side still gently weep
But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream
The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep.

And the dreams I have are Red and Gold
And the little stream becomes a flood
From all my brothers killing one another
Till waking I realised it's all my own dear blood.


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