The Banks of Green Willow - Richard Hickox & City of London Sinfonia

Listen to the wailing of the willow Listen to me crying on my pillow Crying for I know my love is gone from me Living in a world of different places Looking at a million different faces Yet I see a face in every face I see Love must lack a sense of humor It laughs when other people cry Love would love to hear the rumor That you and I have finally said goodbye I know that every heart was made for breaking And my love was ready for the taking Still I won't complain for someday love will call again Must I take a memory as a token To replace a heart that love has broken? Will the wailing willow always weep for me? Must I see a face in every face I see Listen to the wailing of the willow tree

Eywa meuianga' Tsmukan sì tsmuke tireapivängkxo (Eywa, Eywa) Mother Earth, praise her light Brothers and sisters, we commune with you (Eywa, Eywa) Mother Earth, praise her light Source creates the birds that go (Eywa, Eywa) I don't see you in the forest no more I yearn for you, but you're so far away in your tree home I'm by the obelisk, come and just sneak a kiss All aboard the machine and berserkers running after him Berserkers running through the wind Berserkers heart is breaking slowly The elders didn't want this and she's running through the forest like Eywa meuianga' Tsmukan sì tsmuke tireapivängkxo Mother Earth, we praise your light Your sisters and brothers We commune with you Your sisters and brothers We just love in you All the natives of the windy forest All the natives of the windy forest Come hither All the natives of the windy forest All the natives of the windy forest Feel the music soaking in your pores Feel the music soaking in your pores The forest children are making songs And trying to get you to sing along Meuianga' Eywa Meuianga' Eywa [?] Meuianga' Eywa Meuianga' Eywa [?] Meuianga' Eywa Meuianga' Eywa [?] Tìyawn Eywa meuianga' Eywa meuianga' Eywa meuianga' Tireapängkxo, we fly We fly, we fly We fly, Eywa We fly [?] All the natives of the windy forest

The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train There to meet me is my mama and papa Down the lane I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's good to touch the green green grass of home The old house is still standing though the paint is cracked and dry There's the old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherry It's so good to touch the green green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to meet me arms outreached smiling sweetly It's so good to touch the green green grass of home Then I awake and look around me at the four gray walls that surround me And I realized that I was only dreaming For there's a guard and there's that sad old padre Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak And again I'll touch the green green grass of home Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree And they lay me 'neath the green green grass of home