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The Time of the Small Sun

from Good Grief by Elle Osborne

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Words by Elle Osborne, with one verse and the melody borrowed from the traditional Irish ballad Sean O' Duibhir A Ghleanna (Sean O'Dwyer of the Glen)

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A prince took off his ermine,
laid it in a fold
and despite the time of the small sun,
He said he felt no cold

But he looked alot like pain itself
and doubted what he sang;
but he kept his crown and his glory
tho he held them on with his hand

And tho many would kiss his hand
and vow he to be king,
the prince was wan and hungry
for more than meat and drink

And he came this way for solace
and he came this way for song
and I knew, I knew
he was not wrong

He said 'Tis my sorrow sorest
Woe the falling forest
The north wind brings me no rest
And death is in the sky

And he looked alot like pain itself
and doubted what he sang;
but he kept his crown and his glory
tho he held them on with both hands

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from Good Grief, released January 1, 2011
Elle Osborne - vocals, samples
Scott Smith - harmonica

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