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Dazzling Stranger (disc 2)

Bert Jansch

Year: 2000

Bert Jansch - Fresh as a Sweet Sunday Morning - 4:04

Bert Jansch - Lost and Gone - 3:41

Bert Jansch - The Blacksmith - 3:29

Bert Jansch - Chambertin - 4:03

Bert Jansch - You Are My Sunshine - 3:35

Bert Jansch - Blues Run the Game - 2:48

Bert Jansch - One to a Hundred - 2:59

Bert Jansch - Sweet Mother Earth - 3:48

Bert Jansch - Where Did My Life Go - 2:54

Bert Jansch - Blackbird in the Morning - 3:38

Bert Jansch - Playing the Game - 4:08

Bert Jansch - Is It Real - 3:32

Bert Jansch - Lady Fair - 2:14

Bert Jansch - The Old Routine - 3:24

Bert Jansch - Three Dreamers - 3:46

Bert Jansch - The Ornament Tree - 3:50

Bert Jansch - Summer Heat - 3:54

Bert Jansch - Morning Brings Peace of Mind - 3:17

Bert Jansch - Carnival - 4:22

Bert Jansch - Toy Balloon For Little Anna-Rebecca - 3:31

Bert Jansch - Looking for Love - 4:26

Bert Jansch - October Song - 3:42

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Bert Jansch Fresh as a Sweet Sunday Morning lyrics

Like a high stepping pony strutting and prancing
Ah she's so full of life
Sparkling with tiny red roses
Let there be music to please her
Let it be sunbright to light up her day
Let the moon light her night
And fill her with deep silent sleepiness
If I were a small bird so tiny
I'd hide in her hair just to be near her
To hear her sweet voice
And feel her sweet body beside me
And if I were a high lord with riches
I'd clothe her in satin from India's far highlands
I would shoe her in gold
Then invite her to sit at my table
Step out young lady a-dancing
To the sound of sweet music so gaily come singing
For your beauty so rare
Is as fresh as a sweet Sunday morning