Pentangle

Open The Door (1985)

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1. Open the Door

2. Dragonfly

3. Mother Earth

4. Child of the Winter

5. The Dolphin (strumentale)

6. Lost Love

7. Sad Lady

8. Taste of Love

9. Yarrow

10. Street Song

Pentangle History / Note

OPEN THE DOOR (Trad.; Arr. Pentangle)

Open the door softly
I've something to tell you dear
Open it no wider
Than the crack upon the floor
Open the door softly
I've something to tell you dear.
Warm summer grasses
Have whispered it to your ears
Skeins of silver water
Ask you patiently to hear T
all lonely timbers
Have taught it to the deer.
Sad winds in autumn
Will tell you as they pass
Wild geese flying eastward
Leave their music in the sky
Listen at evening
And answer the curlews cry.
Open the door softly
Eve something to tell you dear
Open it no wider
Than the crack upon the floor
Open the door softly
I've something to tell you dear.

DRAGONFLY (Pentangle)

Dancing sweet Dragonfly,
Live your life in a day,
Flower by flower passing by,
Love you bring flowers in May;
Chorus:
Just a lovers' sigh, in the silver rain,
Born to love and die, and then live again,
Ask no reason why,
Dance sweet Dragonfly.
Weeping willow you share,
All the secrets he knows,
Never seeming to care,
As he comes so he goes.
Chorus
Rainbow wings flying high,
Dance and weave through the air,
Catch the sun as you rise,
All in a long summers day.

MOTHER EARTH (M. Nascimento)

Love our Mother Earth
Know the things she loves
With such delight
Know when she tells you
Her season is right
Love our sweet Mother Earth.
Cut and grind the wheat
Separate each single grain of corn
And with the rain
We'll have a miracle born
Bless the bread we shall eat.
Cut the sweet cane down
From the dusty earth harvest and reap
Take from the heart
Its sweet honey so deep
In its sweetness we'll drown.
Love our Mother Earth
Know the things she loves with such delight
Know when she tells you
Her season of right
Love our sweet Mother Earth

CHILD OF THE WINTER (Pentangle)

Child of the winter snow's,
Born of the rising sun,
A pale new moon was fading fast,
As her life began.
You were the fruits of the season,
Laurel, Ivy and Mistletoe,
Evergreen and never fading,
When the cold wind blows.
Then with the changing tides,
The innocence of Spring,
Gently wrapped it's cloak around her
Warm and safe within,
You were the fruits of the season,
Watch the seeds begin to grow,
A murmur of forgotten feelings,
From the earth below.
Warm winds from the southern shores,
A feeling so sublime,
In the still white haze of Summer days,
The feelings old as time,
Bright are the fruits of the season,
Growing round her so wild and free,
Forget about tomorrow's warning,
Take whate'er will be.
Cool breeze from the eastern climes,
they stir a voice inside,
The colours soon will fade away,
Watch the flowers die,
Mellow the fruits of the season,
In memory they'll always be,
To comfort in the darkening hours,
Like the evergreens.

LOST LOVE (B. Jansch)

Meeting you on a crazy high
Smiling sweetly With a lovers sigh
Love is lost, love is lost
Lost in a dream
Of broken hearts searching for love
How come you too have lost love?
Morning breaks and shines upon her hair Tumbling freely
On her pillow there Love is lost, love is lost
Lost in a dream
Of broken hearts searching for love
How come you too have lost love?
My sleeping beauty sleep the morning long When you awake
You'll find your prince has gone
Love is lost, love is lost
Lost in a dream
Of broken hearts searching for love
How come you too have lost love?

SAD LADY (Pentangle)

Before the dawning light of morning she is leaving,
She can no longer hide her feelings,
It's hard to smile and hide the teardrops when it's ended,
So sorry this is not the life that she intended.
If only they had known the secret held inside her,
She knows they would have tried to guide her,
Though memories of sunny days would leave her never,
The time has come that she must leave them ali forever.
Chorus
Life spins a web and holds you tighter every day,
She would be dying slowly if she had to stay,
Now is the chance to fly away - sad Lady. Sad Lady.
She's free at last and now the past is far behind her,
She'll go where nobody will find her,
There seems no other way to stop her heart from breaking,
No time to think of all the trouble she is making.
Whatever lies in store she knows that she can make it,
The world is hers and she will take it,
No strings around her heart to pull in all directions,
No one to tell her where to place such deep affections.

TASTE OF LOVE (Pentangle)

Oh the cold wind and rain
Raining in my heart again
Never ending, but never to stay
Looking good, but standing away
Just a tiny taste of love
Clinging to my heart, so bitterly.
Once I saw a fawn on the run
Jumping over streams in the sun
I want to follow and travel her way
I want to catch her and hear her say
Those tiny tastes of love
Clinging to my heart, so bitterly.
Oh for the chance to hold her and touch her
Feel her heart beating and pounding inside her
I love her so much.
Oh for the chance to hold her and touch her
Feel her heart beating and pounding inside her I love her so much
By the hedgerows golden leaves Hide the sleeping winter souls
How I wish that the sunshine in spring
Will touch my heart and my love may bring That tiny taste of love
Clinging to my heart, so bitterly.

YARROW (Trad.; Arr. Pentangle)

There was a lady from the North,
One scarse could find her marrow,
She was courted by nine gentlemen,
And a ploughboy lad from Yarrow.

These nine sat drinking at the wine,
As they had done before,
They made a vow amongst themselves,
To fight for her on Yarrow.

She's washed his face, she's combed his hair,
As she has done before,
She's placed a brand down by his side,
To fight for her on Yarrow.

As he came down yon high, high hill,
And down the halls of Yarrow.
There he spied nine armed men.
Come to fight with him on Yarrow.

It's three he's wounded, and three withdrew,
And three he's killed on Yarrow,
Till her brother John, came in behind.
And pierced his body through.

Oh, Father dear, I dreamed a dream,
I fear it will prove sorrow,
Dreamed I was pulling the heather bell,
On they dowy dens of Yarrow.

Oh, Father dear, you've seven sons,
You may wed them all tomorrow,
But the fairest one amongst them all.
Was the boy I loved on Yarrow.

STREET SONG (Pentangle)

Won't you buy my sweet lavender,
Won't you buy my sweet lavender
My sweet lavender,
My sweet lavender.

Oranges and lemons,
Oranges and lemons,
My sweet oranges and lemons,
My sweet oranges and lemons.

Note

Due brani tradizionali inglesi riarrangiati, secondo il "modello Pentangle", un tentativo di contaminazione world con la cover del poeta e cantautore brasiliano Milton Nascimiento (non molto convincente) e per il resto brani composti dal gruppo per il ritorno, 13 anni dopo il loro ultimo disco del periodo d'oro (Solomon's Seal, 1972) del migliore gruppo folk-rock a cavallo dei '60 e '70. Un ritorno nel segno della continuità, e un album molto valido, anche se, per chi non conosce i Pentangle, conviene iniziare a scoprire uno per uno gli album del primo periodo, tutti quanti piccoli capolavori di equilibrio e innovazione.

Formazione

Bert Jansch (acoustic guitar,vocals)
Jacqui McShee (vocals)
Mike Piggott (violin, acoustic and electric guitar)
Terry Cox (drums, percussion, vocals)
Danny Thompson (double bass)

Prima pubblicazione nel 1985 in UK, etichetta Spindrift, codice catalogo SPIN 111