1.And Fold

All land
cannot hold fast.
Our wooden structures
will bend and fold.

2.Maroosia

Sister go I know not whither and fetch I know not what.
Sister go I know not whither and fetch I know not what.

My Maroosia dear,
put your oil-skins on,
go down to the far beach
and cast out your net.

Got a golden fish,
shining on the shore -
my dear,
for the sake of the sun in the sky -

Let me swim away,
let me swim away,
throw me to the waves
and I'll pay with a wish.

Head up in the air and tail in the sea,
come get your oil-skins on,
head up in the air and tail in the sea,
come the rain or come the sun.
Sister go I know not whither and fetch I know not what.

I will steer my boat far from the shore,
but send me the blackest cloud and I'll steer her home.

Head up in the air and tail in the sea,
come get your oil-skins on,
head up in the air and tail in the sea,
come the rain or come the sun.
Sister go I know not whither and fetch I know not what.

Let me swim away,
let me swim away,
throw me to the waves
and I'll pay with a wish.


3.Hovering Wasp - instrumental.

4.What Do You Know -

What do you know, what do you know?
What you got is soon forgotten.
What do you know?

We've holes for ears, holes for eyes,
what you got is soon forgotten,
holes for ears, holes for eyes.


5.Little Feet Running

Happa yori irakusa,
irakusa yori sansashi,
sansashi yori ringo,
ringo ringo ringo!


6.On We Skip

Rachael sings:

'One day,
in may,
we were found,
with red hands...'

repeated until the ending.


Wig sings :

River pontoon,
we are dressed in cherry cloth shirts,
watching bumblebees climb into foxglove flowers.

Then deploy red berry boatmen
on a shallow leafy keel,
hold out little hope for return.

Pick a bunch of wasteland flowers,
palms are juicy with the blood
of berries gathered from the rubble.

Ferry-folk make excess wake
and talk of plotting mutinies
that ne'er get further than their laughter.

We deploy red berry boatmen
on a shallow leafy keel,
hold out little hope for return.

On we skip,
deftly skip like cunning animals.
Hold out little hope for return.

7.The Wind Blows The Same Way - instrumental.

8.If He Did Go      (lyrics adapted from the Jo Shapcott book 'tender taxes')

He's not enough,
though I might think so
if he did go.

The lines that shape the world glow
so I can understand them,
the lines that shape the world glow.

I do want love -
somewhere deep,
in the back of my spine.

9.Softly (written by Sibylle Baier, go to www.sibyllebaier.com for lyrics)

10.Dove Come Rain

Dove come rain,
dove come shine.
Dove, just eating all the time.