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There's a young traveller that everyone knows
With bells round her ankle and a ring through her nose
She rolls up a Rizla of dubious kind
And settles back comfortably to blow her mind
And if you look carefully you'll see her stare
For she can see things that make others too scared
She looks in the darkness and picks out the sparks
That give her the courage to make a new start

She rides on the horses with backs that are bare
With a tear in her eyes and dreads in her hair
She'll lean on the stable door till it won't hold
She knows you can't make her and she won't be told
Away with the wild women, all on the run
She won't pay the Poll Tax, left Dad with her son
She dreams of a lifestyle where everything's free
And sits by the fireside to tell her story

There's a white horse that my grandmother knows
Who rides on the hilltop yet nowhere she goes
And down by the sea she comes in with the foam
Bringing proud Celtic warriors in on the storm
And if you look carefully you'll see her there
For she's the protectress of all who take care
Take care of the forests and dark dingly dells
Where dwell the secrets that keep this world well.

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from Live In Your Psyche: Kozfest 2016, released June 21, 2017
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Tim Hawthorn Glastonbury, UK

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Elder Bard of Ynys Witrin
Silver on the Tree
Avalonian Free State Choir
Invisible Opera
The Silver Twiglets
The Archetypes
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