1. |
Ancestors Call
03:40
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ANCESTORS CALL
I walk with grace and I hold my head up high
I know who I am and where I’m from
And one day I will die
Oh oh oh
We know where we’re from and we know where we belong
The road is our destiny and freedom is our song
Oh oh oh
We are the travelers
Some say we are the outcasts
We sing and dance
and have stories to tell
We are the seekers the ones with the secrets
If you knew us you’ed have stories too to tell
Oh oh oh
Like birds we fly
Migrate across the sky
We follow the stars the sun and the moon
And the call of our ancestors
Oh Oh Oh
We know where we’re from and we know where we belong
The road is our destiny and freedom is our song
Oh oh oh
We are the travelers
Some say we are the outcasts
We sing and dance
and have stories to tell
We are the seekers the ones with the secrets
If you knew us you’ed have stories too to tell
Oh oh oh
We know where we’re from and we know where we belong
The road is our destiny and freedom is our song
Oh oh oh
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2. |
Ode to England
03:13
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ODE TO ENGLAND
England is where my family resides
England is where my ancestors died
America is the place I call home
Sometimes it’s lonesome
yet this is where
I belong
Where I belong
England you blessed me I was born on your soil
Life was difficult
I never did well
I had to leave you and start all over again
Sometimes I miss you
For a moment and then
My life moves on
My life’s moved on
Home is where my heart is
Home is where my soul lives
Being true to my nature
Open for an adventure
My life
Moves on
My life moves on
Going back home to see my family
My sisters my brothers
And all related to me
I walk the shores and the marshes too
Wild swans nesting
But for me there is no resting
My life has
moved on
My life’s moved on.
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3. |
Free Me
01:52
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FREE ME
I got the keys to the door I got the keys to the cell
I got the keys to this prison in this living hell
Living hell
I ain’t doing so well
Well its me who has the key and its me who has the means
And its me who has to figure it out for myself
Figure it out for myself
Figure it out for myself
Give me the number for the combination
To free myself from this destination
Free me
Free me
Give me the number for the combination
To free my soul from eternal damnation
Free me Free me
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4. |
The Little People
03:18
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THE LITTLE PEOPLE
I hear the sound of violins
I know they must be near
The twilight light is brighter there
beneath the old oak tree
There’s magic in the forest, who can see
the little people are dancing and they’re looking at me
The melodies are like a spell
they capture my heart
If only I could be with them
I don’t want to be apart
There’s magic in the forest, who can see
the little people are dancing and they’re looking at me
In the morning light they disappear
Vanish into thin air
Was this a dream or reality
Were they really there?
There’s magic in the forest, who can see
the little people are dancing and they’re looking at me
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5. |
Horse Who Am I?
04:04
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HORSE WHO AM I?
Horse who am I? Horse who am I?
Horse who am I? Horse who an I?
You give me the message
You tell me the truth
So many facets and meanings
Of which I can choose
And I understand the meaning
And I understand the feeling
Of what its like to feel pain
Again and again
Horse who am I? Horse who am I?
Horse who am I? Horse who am I?
Your eyes are the mirrors
Showing me who I am
The gypsy the native
the Brit and the shaman
And I understand the meaning
And I understand the feeling
Of what its like to feel love
From the heavens above
Horse who am I? Horse who am I?
Horse who am I? Horse who an I?
You send me the pictures
And the sweet melodies
The words to the songs
And the coded mysteries
And I understand the feeling
And I understand the meaning
of what its like to feel free
of what its like to feel free
Horse who am I? Horse who am I?
Horse who am I? Horse who an I?
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6. |
Timeless Womb
03:06
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TIMELESS WOMB
Far far away, far far away
In this timeless womb
Soothing sounds they boom
Far far away
Far far away
Far far away, far far away
Memories of what’s to come
Are we lost or are we found?
Far far away
far far away
Far far away, far far away,
In this timeless womb
I hear the crescent moon
Far far away, far far away
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7. |
Hank
03:00
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HANK
The time has come to let me go
My legs can hardly stand
Please stay with me
I’ll leave my body
In your hands
Until next time
When we meet again
My heart is with you
You see me now
I’m running free
As fast and wild as I can
And I’m watching you
And I’m loving you
From where I am
Until next time
When we meet again
My heart is with you
I hear you crying
I’m no longer dying
I am at peace
I’m in the stars
I’m in the wind
I’m all that is
Until next time
When we meet again
My heart is with you
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8. |
Laydee Lucille La Don
03:58
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LAYDEE LUCILLE LA DON
Ave Maria
Maria
Ave Maria
Maria
Mari - a
Mari - a
Ave Maria
Maria
Ave Maria
Maria
Mari - a
Mari - a
Lay-dee Lu-cille
La Don
Lay-dee Lu-cille
La Don
Lay-dee Lucille La Don
Lay-dee Lu-cille La Don
Lay-dee Lu-cille
La Don
Lay-dee Lu-cille
La Don
Lay-dee Lucille La Don
Lay-dee Lu-cille La Don
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Sara Fancy Ranchita, California
Sara Fancy's
musical career started in the early 80's with the Tesco Bombers in London UK. Tesco Bombers released
their single, Hernando's Hideaway with Y records. Sara was also on It's War Boys label, in Amos and Sara, and released several recordings, including Amos and Sara Sing the Private Life of Amos. King and Queen is Sara's most recent solo album with all original recordings.
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