Carmel Charlton: Vocals, piano,
guitar
Gwen Atkinson: Spoken word
Erik Kowarski: Violin, percussion
John Ralph: Harmony vocals,
mandola, whistle, 12 string guitar
Emma White: Cello
Special thanks to John Ralph for
the beautiful harmonies and instrumentation.
Recorded, mixed & mastered by Erik
Kowarski at Pocket Universe, Bayswater, Western Australia.
Produced by Carmel Charlton & Erik Kowarski.
I RODE ON THE WINGS
OF AN ANGEL
I rode on the
wings of an angel
Swung from a
crescent moon
Slid down a
silver moonbeam
Danced to a
magical tune
I rode on the
wings of an angel
Across a
windswept sky
Frolicked
with clouds
With birds as
they few by
Chorus
I rode on the
wings of angel
Saw the earth
below
The mountains
and rivers
The great
deserts and snow
I rode on the
wings of angel
Into realms
unknown
Circled the
spinning earth
Woke when the
night had flown
I rode on the
wings of an Angel
Saw the sea
below
Saw fish
swimming
In the dreamy
undertow
I rode on the
wings of an Angel
Traversed the
Milky Way
Saw earth in
darkness
Glow with the
birth of day
I rode on the
wings of an angel
Rode on the
wings of an angel
Rode on the
wings of an angel
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THE SAS
Fly the flags
half mast!
Ring the
church bells in muted tone
Light the
candles one by one
Lay your
flowers for those now gone
Shed a tear
for those who died
In life and
death a nation’s pride
Australia’s
sons we honour you
While such
men as you were born
Our nation
but must stronger grow
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BACK TO BROOKTON
It took me
back to Brookton, I often long to go
To paddocks
decked with clover, to bush I love and know
Where heat in
dancing waves makes heavy air so still
A sheep dog’s
bark is heard before he rounds the hill
I heard a
kookaburra just before dawn
Not in
country paddocks where gums and sheoaks grow
But from a
garden tree on a small suburban lawn
His merry
laughter, heralding the morn
Chorus
I miss the
smell of earth turned up behind the plough
The line of
sweating horses plodding on
I often sit
and ponder why things that were are not
And things
that are – are not just what they were
The constant
flow of traffic disturbs my peaceful days
I long for
open spaces, the joy of simple ways
Do the
windmills still turn? The peach trees still bloom?
What of that
humble cottage I used to call my own
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DREAMING STILL
The dreamer
stood on top of a hill
I am that
dreamer, dreaming still.
Gone is the
day when young I stood
Surveying the
world so sure I would
The hill is
there, the trees, the grass
Everything as
it was
Only I am
different now
Dreaming
there upon the brow
Chorus
Conquer its
heart, bend its will
I am the
dreamer, dreaming still
Dreams are
for the old not young
When life is
vital, just begun
A dreamer
stands on top of a hill
I am that
dreamer standing still
Hopes and
fancies strew the way
What have I
to show today?
Little things
that might have been
If only I had
ceased to dream
Never mind
the where and how
Turn those
dreams right into now
Dreams are
grand, dreams are gentle,
Naked,
sentimental
Dreams are
wasted, parasital
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0412777061 or
write to: Carmel Charlton PO Box 853, Innaloo
Western Australia
6018
