The Song​-​Crowned King

by Cath and Phil Tyler

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All songs traditional except 2. by Garry Harrison, 3. Words Isaac Watts, tune Tyler

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released March 13, 2015

Recorded with Phil Begg in Newcastle upon Tyne

Published by Wipeout Music

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Cath and Phil Tyler Newcastle Upon Tyne, UK

Cath & Phil Tyler play Anglo-American folk music using guitar, banjo, voice and fiddle. Coming together musically through a shared love of traditional narrative song, full voiced sacred harp singing and sparse mountain banjo, they have performed on stages as diverse as the Royal Opera House in London and a dank tower in the old city walls of Newcastle. ... more

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Track Name: Bonnie George Campbell
High upon highlands and low upon Tay
Bonnie George Campbell rode out on a day
Saddled and bridled, so bonnie to see
Home came his good horse, but never came he

Saddled and booted and bridled rode he
A plume to his helmet, a sword at his knee
Home came his saddle all bloody to see
Home came his good horse but never came he

Down came his mother grievin' full sore
Out came his bonnie bride tearing her hair
The meadow lies green and my corn is unshorn
My barn is to build and my babe is unborn
Track Name: Broad is the Road That Leads to Death
Broad is the road that leads to death And thousands walk together there
But wisdom shows a narrow path With here and there a traveller.
'Deny thyself and take thy cross' Is the redeemer's great command;
Nature must count her gold but dross If she would gain this heav'nly land.

The fearful soul that tires and faints And walks the ways of God no more
Is but esteemed almost a saint And makes his own destruction sure.
Lord let not all my hopes be vain, Create my heart entirely new,
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, Which false apostates never knew.

Why should we start and fear to die? What tim'rous worms we mortals are!
Death is the gate to endless joy And yet we dread to enter there.
O if my lord would come and meet, My soul would stretch her wings in haste
Fly fearless through death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she passed.

Isaac Watts