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10 de jul. de 2010 · Ray Thomas: Hey Mama Life Music by Ray Thomas & Nicky JamesFrom the Mighty Oaks Album:Hey, hey mama life is a lonely time,For a man who drinks his whiskey by...
RAY THOMAS From Mighty Oaks 6 Love Is the Key. 5:33. RAY THOMAS From Mighty Oaks 7 You Make Me Feel Alright. 5:01. RAY THOMAS From Mighty Oaks 8 Adam and I. 5:39. RAY THOMAS From Mighty Oaks 9 I Wish We Could Fly. 5:27. View credits, reviews, tracks and shop for the 1975 Vinyl release of "From Mighty Oaks" on Discogs.
From Mighty Oaks is the first solo album by Moody Blues flautist Ray Thomas together with Nicky James, Trevor Jones, Dave Potts, John Jones and Mike Moran. It was originally released in July 1975 and reissued on Compact Disc in August 1989. Despite the reissue, the album remains quite rare, particularly on CD.
That is preceded by an example which is alike enough to be considered the same phrase, in David Everett's Caleb Bingham - Columbian Orator, circa 1795: . Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow. There have been several variants of the same idea put into print earlier, right the way back to Geoffrey Chaucer's Troilus and Criseyde, circa 1385:
From Mighty Oaks is the first solo album by Moody Blues flautist Ray Thomas together with Nicky James, Trevor Jones, Dave Potts, John Jones and Mike Moran. It was originally released in July 1975 and reissued on Compact Disc in August 1989. Despite the reissue, the album remains quite rare, particularly on CD.
Charter Oak, Charter Oak Tell us a tale, Of the years that have fled, Like the leaves on the gale,. For thou bear'st a brave annal, On brown root and stem, And thy heart was a casket, For liberty's gem. Speak out, in thy wisdom, Oracular tree, And we, and our children, Will listen to thee, For the lore of the aged, Is dear in our eyes, And thy leaves, and thine acorns, As relics we prize.
