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(1) ALL MY TRIALS
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
I had a little book was given to me
And ev'ry page spelled liberty
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
If religion were a thing that money could
buy
The rich would live and the poor would die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brother
Too late but never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
There is a tree in paradise
The pilgrims call it the tree of life
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late, my brother
Too late but never mind
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
All my trials, Lord, soon be over |
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(2) ROCKY ROAD
(Yarrow/Stookey/Grossman)
Red light, green light, 'round the town, I
found a penny on the ground
Met a friend I never knowed, walkin' down old Rocky Road
Red, green, old Rocky Road, tell me what you see
Tell me inside out, tell me upside down,
all around the block, all around the town
Red, green, old Rocky Road, tell me what you see
Jimmy, come out and play, Red light, green
light and I'll be it today
Red, green, old Rocky Road, tell me what you see
Hey, Jimmy Huggins your name's been caled,
come and stand beside the wall
Pick a girl that you know well, you can kiss and you can tell
Red, green, old Rocky Road, tell me what you see
Tell me inside out, tell me upside down,
all around the block, all around the town
Red, green, old Rocky Road, tell me what you see
Jennie, come out and play, Red light, green
light and I'll be it today
Red, green, old Rocky Road, tell me what you see
Little Miss Jenny, don't you hide, papa's gonna take you for a pony ride
One p'tater, two p'tater, three p'tater, four, cross the line, close the door
One p'tater, two p'tater, three p'tater, four, cross the line, close the door
Red, green, old Rocky Road, tell me what you see
Tell me inside out, tell me upside down,
all around the block, all around the town
Red, green, old Rocky Road, tell me what you see
Red light, green light, 'round the town, I
found a penny on the ground
Met a friend I never knowed, walkin' down old Rocky Road |
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(3) KISSES SWEETER THAN WINE
When I was a young man and never been kissed
I got to thinkin’ over what I had missed
I got me a girl, I kissed her and then,
oh Lord, I kissed her again
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine,
oh, kisses sweeter than wine
I asked her to marry and be my sweet wife
And we would be so happy the rest of our lives
I begged and I pleaded like a natural man and then,
oh Lord, she gave me her hand
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine,
oh, kisses sweeter than wine
I worked mighty hard and so did my wife
Workin' hand in hand to make a good life
With corn in the field and wheat in the bins, I was,
oh Lord, the father of twins
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine,
oh, kisses sweeter than wine
Our children they numbered just about four
They all had sweethearts knockin’ at the door
They all got married and they didn’t hesitate, I was,
oh Lord, the grand-mother of eight
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine,
oh, kisses sweeter than wine
Now that we're old and ready to go
We get to thinkin' what happened a longtime ago
We had a lot of kids, trouble and pain but then,
oh Lord, we'd do it again
Oh, kisses sweeter than wine,
oh, kisses sweeter than wine |
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(4) EARLY IN THE MORNING
(Words and Music by Paul Stookey)
Well, early in the mornin’ ‘bout
the break of day
I asked the Lord help me find the way
Help me find the way to the promised land
This lonely body needs a helping hand
I asked the Lord to help me please, find the way
When the new day is a dawning I bow my head
in pray’r won’t you lead me there?
Won’t you guide me safely to the golden stair?
Won’t you let this body your burden share?
I’m pray dear Lord won’t you lead me please, lead me there?
When the judgment comes to find
the world in shame
When the trumpet blows
won’t you call my name?
When the thunder rolls and the heavens rain
When the sun turns black, never shine again
When the trumpet blows won’t you call me please, call my name? |
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(5) THE CRUEL WAR
(Words and Music by Paul Stookey, Peter Yarrow)
The cruel war is raging, Johnny has to fight
I want to be with him from morning till night
I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so
Won't you let me go with you?
Though, my love, no
Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day
That your captain will call you
and you must obey
Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so
Won't you let me go with you? No, my love, no
I'll tie back my hair, men's clothing I'll put on
I'll pass as your comrade as we march along
I'll pass as your comrade, no one will ever know
Won't you let me go with you? No, my love, no
Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I fear you are unkind
I love you far better than all of mankind
I love you far better than words can ever express
Won't you let me go with you? Yes, my love, yes |
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(6) IF I HAD A HAMMER
(Words and Music by Pete Seeger, Lee Hays)
If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening, all over this land
I'd hammer of danger, I'd hammer of the warning
I'd hammer of love between the brothers
and the sisters All over this land
If I had a bell, I'd ringing in the morning
I'd ringing in the evening, all over this land
I'd ring of danger, I'd ring of the warning
I'd ring of love between the brothers
and the sisters All over this land
If I had a song, I'd singing in the morning
I'd singing in the evening, all over this land
I'd sing of danger, I'd sing of the warning
I'd sing of love between the brothers
and the sisters All over this land
Well, I got a hammer and I got a bell
And I got that song to sing, all over this land
It's a hammer of justice, it's a bell of freedom
It's a song about the love between the
brothers and the sisters All over this land |
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(7) 500 MILES
(Words and Music by Hedy West)
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow
a hundred miles, hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two
Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four
Lord, I'm five hundred miles from my home
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Lord, I'm five hundred miles from my home
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
Lord, I can't go home this away
This away, this away
This away, this away
Lord, I can't go home this away
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow
five hundred miles |
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(8) MON VRAI DESTIN
La la la...
Dans mes rêves j'entends une voix qui me
dit "Ne pleure pas"
Quel dommage, mes yeux sont des sources claires
Dans mes rêves j'entends une voix qui me dit "Ne souffre pas"
Quel dommage, mon âme n'est pas de pierre
Mais les voix de mes fantômes ne
connaissent
pas la douleur de l'homme
Entends, les cloches m'annoncent toujours mon vrai destin
La la la...
Dans notre maison fragile et grise nous
partagiions le rêve d'la nuit
Et la lune souriait sur les branchages
Dans ce monde plein de néant même les
promesses se sentent du vent
Et le soleil parfois se perd dans les nuages
Ne me quitte pas encore, ne me laisse pas
partir
Entends, les cloches m'annoncent toujours mon vrai destin
La la la... |
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(9) TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN
Go, tell it on the mountain
Over the hill and everywhere
Go, tell it on the mountain
To let my people go
Who's that yonder dressed in red
Let my people go
Must be the children that Moses led
Let my people go
Go, tell it on the mountain...
Who's that yonder dressed in white
Let my people go
Must be the children of the Israelite
Let my people go
Go, tell it on the mountain...
Who's that yonder dressed in black
Let my people go
Must be the hypocrites turning back
Let my people go
Go, tell it on the mountain... |
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(10) PUFF THE MAGIC DRAGON
(Words and Music by Peter YARROW & Leonard LIPTON)
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah-Lee
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax
and other fancy stuff. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah-Lee
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah-Lee
Together they would travel on a boat with
billowed sail
Jackie kept a look-out perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would low'r their flags
when Puff roared out his name. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon...
A dragon lives forever but not so little
boys
Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar
His head was bent in sorrow green scales
fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane
Without his lifelong friend Puff could not be brave
So Puff that mighty dragon, sadly slipped into his cave. Oh!
Puff, the magic dragon... |
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(11) BLOWIN' IN THE WIND
(Words and Music by Bob DYLAN)
How many roads must a man walk down
before they call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
before she sleeps in the sand?
How many times must the cannon balls fly
before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
How many years must a mountain exist
before it is washed to the sea?
How many years can some people exist
before they're allowed to be free?
How many times can a man turn his head
and pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind
How many times must a man look up before
he can see the sky?
How many ears must one man have before
he can hear people cry?
How many deaths will it take 'till he knows
that too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind |
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(12) HUSH-A-BYE
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep ye
little baby
When you wake you shall have
all the pretty little horses
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays,
all the pretty little horses
Way down yonder, in the meadow,
poor little baby crying "mama"
Birds and the butterfies flutter round his eyes,
poor little baby crying "mama"
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep ye
little baby
When you wake you shall have
all the pretty little horses
Dapples and greys, pintos and bays,
all the pretty little horses
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry, go to sleep ye
little baby |
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(13) A 'SOALIN'
(Words and Music by Paul Stookey, Tracy Batteast & Elena Mezetti)
Hey-ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor
money have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey-ho, nobody home, meat nor drink nor money have I none
Yet shall we be merry
Hey-ho, nobody home, hey-ho, nobody home
Soal, a soal, a soalcake, please, good
missus, a soalcake
An apple, a pear, a plum, a cherry, any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all
God bless the master of this house, and the
mistress also
And all the little children that 'round your table grow
The cattle in your stable, the dog by your front door
And all that dwells within your gates we wish you ten times more
Soal, a soal, a soalcake...
Go down into the cellar and see what you can
find
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will be kind
We hope you will be kind with your apple and strawber'
For we'll come no more a 'soalin' 'till this time next year
Soal, a soal, a soalcake...
The streets are very dirty, my shoes are
very thin
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven't got a penny, a ha' penny will do
If you haven't got a ha' penny then God bless you
Soal, a soal, a soalcake...
To the Lord sing praises all you within this
place
And with true love and brotherhood each other now embrace
This holy tide of Christmas, of beauty and of grace
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy |
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(14) FOR BABY
I'll walk in the rain by your side
I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand
I'll do anything to help you understand
I'll love you more than anybody can
And the wind will whisper your name to me
Little birds will sing along in time
The leaves will bow down when you are five
And morning bells will chime
I'll be there when you're feeling down
To kiss away the tears if you cry
I'll share with you all the happiness I've found
A reflection of the love in your eyes
And I'll sing you the songs of a rainbow
Whispering the joy of his mind
The leaves will bow down when you are five
And morning bells will chime
I'll walk in the rain by your side...
Hm...
Hm...
The leaves will bow down when you are five
And morning bells will chime |
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(15) CHRISTMAS DINNER
(Paul Stookey)
And it came to pass on a Christmas evening
While all the doors were shutted tight
Outside standing, a lonely boy-child
Cold and shivering in the night
On the street every window
Save but one was gleeming bright
And to this window walked the boy-child
Peeking in saw he candlelight
Through other windows he had looked at
turkeys
And ducks and geese and cherry pies
But through this window saw a gray-haired lady
Table bare and tears in her eyes
Into his coat reached the boy-child
Knowing well there was little there
He took from his pocket his own Christmas dinner
A bit of cheese, some bread to share
His outstretched hands held the food and
they trimbled
As the door it opened wide
Said he "would you share with me Christmas dinner?"
And gently said she "come inside"
The gray-haired lady brought forth to the
table
Some glasses to their last drop of wine
Said she "here's a toast to everyone's Christmas
And especially yours and mine!"
And it came to pass on that Christmas
evening
While all the doors were shutted tight
That in that town the happiest Christmas
Was shared by candlelight |
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(16) PRETTY MARY
My horses ain't hungry, they won't eat your
hay
So fare thee well darlin', I'm goin' away
Your parents don't like me, they say I'm too
poor
They say I'm not worthy to enter your door
Pretty Mary, pretty Mary,
would you think me unkind
If I were to see you and tell you my mind?
As sure as the dew drops fall on the green
corn
Last night I was with her, tonight I am gone
My horses... |
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(1) VERY LAST DAY
(Words and Music by Paul STOOKEY & Peter YARROW)
Ev’rybody gonna pray on the very last
day
Oh, when they hear that bell a-ring the world away
Ev’rybody gonna pray to the heavens on the judgment day
Well, you can sing about the great King David and you can preach about
the wisdom of Saul
But the judgment falls on all mankind when the trumpet sounds the call
All equal and the same, when the Lord He calls your name
Get ready brother for that day
Ev’rybody gonna pray...
Oh well, one day soon all men will stand, His word will be heeded in all
the land
Men shall know and men shall see, we all are brothers and we all are free
Mankind was made of clay, each of us in the very same way
Get ready brother for that day
Ev’rybody gonna pray...
Oh well, the law is given and the law is known, a tale is told and the
seed is sown
From dust we came and to dust will go, you know the Lord once told us so
Each brother takes His hand, heed the meaning of the Lord’s command
Get ready brother for that day
Ev’rybody gonna pray... |
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(2) GONE THE RAINBOW
(Words and Music by PPM & Milton OKUN)
Shule, shule, shule-a-roo, shule-a-rak-shak,
shule-a-babacoo
When I saw my Sally Babby Beal come bibble in the boo shy Lorey
Shule, shule, shule-a-roo...
Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill, who could
blame me, cry my fill
Ev'ry tear would turn a mill, Johnny's gone for a soldier
Shule, shule, shule-a-roo...
I sold my flax, I sold my wheel to buy my
love a sword of steel
So it in battle he might wield, Johnny's gone for a soldier
Oh, my baby, oh, my love, gone the rainbow,
gone the dove
Your father was my only love, Johnny's gone for a soldier
Shule, shule, shule-a-roo...
Shule, shule, shule-a-roo... |
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(3) LEMON TREE
(Words and Music by Will Holt)
When I was just a lad of ten my father said
to me
"Come here and take a lesson from the lovely lemon tree
Don't put your faith in love, my boy" my father said to me
"I feel you'll find that love is like the lovely lemon tree"
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower
is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
But the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat
One day beneath a lemon tree my love and I
did lie
A girl so sweet that when she smiled the stars rose in the sky
We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree
The music of her laughter hid my father's words from me
Lemon tree very pretty...
One day she left without a word, she took
away the sun
And in the dark she'd left behind I knew what she had done
She'd left me for another it's a common tale but true
A sadder man but wiser now I sing these words to you
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(4) MAN COME INTO EGYPT
(Hellerman/Minkoff)
There is a man coming to Egypt and
Moses is his name
When he saw the grief upon us, in his heart there burned a flame
In his heart there burned a flame, oh Lord, in his heart there burned a flame
When he saw the grief upon us, in his heart there burned a flame
There is a man coming to Egypt, his eyes are
full of light
Like the sun come up in Egypt, come to drive away the night
Come to drive away the night, oh Lord, come to drive away the night
Like the sun come up in Egypt, come to drive away the night
There is a man coming to Egypt, he's come
for you and me
On his lips a word is singing and the word is liberty
And the word is liberty, oh Lord, and the word is liberty
On his lips a word is singing and the word is liberty
There is a man coming to Egypt to stir the
souls of men
We will follow him to freedom (and) never wear those chains again
Never wear those chains again, oh Lord, never wear those chains again
We will follow him to freedom (and) never wear those chains again |
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(5) AUTUMN TO MAY
(Words and Music by Paul STOOKEY & Peter YARROW)
Oh, once I had a little dog, his color it
was brown
I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run
His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide
Around the world in half a day, upon him I could ride
Sing tarry-o-day, sing Autumn to May
Oh, once I had a little frog, he wore a vest
of red
He'd lean upon his silver cane, a top hat on his head
He'd speak of far off places, of things to see and do
And all the kings and queens he'd met, while sailing in a shoe
Sing tarry-o-day, sing Autumn to May
Oh, once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed
upon a feather
I'd keep them in a music box from wind or rainy weather
And ev'ry day the sun would shine, they'd fly all through the town
To bring me back some golden rings, candy by the pound
Sing tarry-o-day, sing Autumn to May
Oh, once I had a downy swan, she was so very
frail
She sat upon an oyster shell, and hatched me out a snail
The snail it changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly
And he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie
Sing tarry-o-day, sing Autumn to May |
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(6) HANGMAN
(traditionel adapted & arranged by Yarrow/Hendler/Travers/Stookey/Okun)
Slack your rope hangman, slack it for
a while
I think I see my father comin' ridin' many a mile
Father have you brought me hope or have you paid my fee
Or have you come to see me hangin' from the gallows tree?
I have not brought you hope, I have not paid
your fee
Yes I have come to see you hangin' from the gallows tree
Slack your rope hangman, slack it for a
while
I think I see my mother comin' ridin' many a mile
Mother have you brought me hope or have you paid my fee
Or have you come to see me hangin' from the gallows tree?
I have not brought you hope, I have not paid
your fee
Yes I have come to see you hangin' from the gallows tree
Slack your rope hangman, slack it for a
while
I think I see my brother comin' ridin' many a mile
Brother have you brought me hope or have you paid my fee
Or have you come to see me hangin' from the gallows tree?
I have not brought you hope, I have not paid
your fee
Yes I have come to see you hangin' from the gallows tree
Slack your rope hangman, slack it for a
while
I think I see my true love comin' ridin' many a mile
True love have you brought me hope or have you paid my fee
Or have you come to see me hangin' from the gallows tree?
Yes I have brought you hope, yes I have paid
your fee
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(7) HURRY SUNDOWN
(Robinson / Harburg)
My seed is sown now, my field is
plowed
My flesh is bone now, my back is bowed
So hurry, sundown, be on your way
And hurry me a sun-up from this beat-up sundown day
Hurry down, sundown, be on your way
Weave me tomorrow out of today
Tomorrow's breeze now, blows clear and loud
I'm off my knees now, I'm standing proud
So hurry, sundown, be on your way...
My sorrow's song, now, just must break
through
That brave new dawn, now, long overdue
So hurry, sundown, be on your way...
Hurry down, sundown, get thee be gone
Get lost in the sunrise, of a new dawn
Hurry down, sundown, take the old day
Wrap it in new dreams, send it my way!
Send it my way, send it my way! |
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(8) LEAVIN' ON A
JET PLANE
(Words and Music by John DENVER)
All my bags are packed I'm ready to
go, I'm standing here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say good-bye
But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn', the taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could cry
So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that
you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leavin' on a jet plane, I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go
There's so many times I've let you down, so
many times I've played around
I tell you now they don't mean a thing
Ev'ry place I go, I think of you, ev'ry song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll way your wedding ring
So kiss me...
Now the time has come to leave you, one more
time let me kiss you
Then close your eyes, I'll be on my way
Dream about the days to come, when I won't have to leave alone
About the time I won't have to say
Kiss me and smile for me, tell me that
you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
I'm leavin' on a jet plane, I don't know when I'll be back again
Leavin' on a jet plane, I don't know when I'll be back again
Leavin' on a jet plane, I don't know when I'll be back again
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(9) A WORLD OF OUR OWN
(Words and Music by Tom Springfield)
Close the door light the light we're staying
home tonight
Far away from the bustle and the bright city lights
Let them all fade away just leave us alone
And we'll live in a World Of Our Own
We'll build a World Of Our Own that no one
else can share
All our sorrows we'll leave far behind us there
And I know you will find there'll be peace of mind
When we live in a World Of Our Own
Oh my love, oh my love I cried for you so
much
Lonely nights without sleeping while I longed for your touch
Now your lips can erase the heartache I've known
Come with me to a World Of Our Own
We'll build a World Of Our Own...
We'll build a World Of Our Own...
And I know you will find there'll be peace
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(10) I'LL HAVE TO SAY I LOVE YOU IN A SONG
(Words and Music by JIM CROCE)
Well, I know it's kind of late I hope
I didn't wake you,
But what I've got to say can't wait I know you'd understand.
'Cause ev'ry time I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song.
Yeah, I know it's kind of strange ev'ry time
I'm near you,
I just run out of things to say I know you'd understand.
'Cause ev'ry time I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song.
(instrumental)
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'Cause ev'ry time the time was right all the
words just came out wrong
So I'll have to say I love you in a song.
Yeah, I know it's kind of late I hope I
didn't wake you,
But there's somethin' that I just got to say I know you'd understand.
'Cause ev'ry time I tried to tell you the words just came out wrong
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(11) A 'SOALIN'
(Words and Music by Paul Stookey, Tracy Batteast &
Elena Mezetti)
siehe CD "Springtime
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(12) NANE COCHA
(traditionell)
Nane cocha nane gat
Mekina mange jodat
Sivi dzava palarom
Mekina mange jorom
Nanana...
Dado cinma gesina
Ocina cuma cume
Mekinesa ocina
Sivi šava drucaj
Nanana...
Zagejom dredo sado
Zriskird'om me sveto
Prichad'om za glešlero
Teka mes mi rijilo
Nanana...
Nane cocha...
Nanana... |
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(13) DAY IS DONE
(Peter Yarrow)
Tell me why you're crying my son
I know you're frightened, like everyone
Is it the thunder in the distance you fear?
Will it help if I stay very near? I am here
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
Day is done, day is done, day is done, day is done
Do you ask why I'm sighing my son?
You shall inherit what mankind has done
In a world filled with sorrow and woe
If you ask me why this is so, I really don't know
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
Tell me why you're smiling my son
Is there a secret you can tell everyone?
Do you know more than men that are wise?
Can you see what we all must disguise through your loving eyes?
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
Day is done, day is done, day is done, day is done
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
And if you take my hand my son
All will be well when the day is done
Day is done, day is done, day is done, day is done |
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(14) BLOWIN' IN THE WIND
(Words and Music by Bob DYLAN)
siehe CD "Springtime sing Peter, Paul & Mary" |
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(15) TINY SPARROW
(Stookey/Mezzetti/Okun)
Come all ye fair and tender ladies
Take warning how you court your men
They're like the stars on a summer's mornin'
First they'll appear and then they're gone
If I had known before I courted
What all his lyin' could have done
I'd have locked my heart in a box of golden
And never would have courted none
I wish I were a tiny sparrow
And I had wings and I could fly
I'd fly away to my own true lover
And all he'd ask I would deny
Alas I'm not a tiny sparrow
I have not wings nor can I fly
And on this earth in grief and sorrow
I am bound until I die
Come all ye fair... |
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(16) SAN FRANCISCO BAY BLUES
(Words and Music by Jesse Fuller)
I got those blues when my baby left
me down by the Frisco Bay, yeh-yeh
An ocean liner came and took her away, yeh-yeh
I didn't mean to treat her bad, she was the best friend I ever had
She said good-bye, she made me cry
She made me wanna lay down my head and die
I ain't got a nickle and I ain't got a lousy
dime
(If) she don't come back, (I) think I'm gonna lose my mind
(If) she ever comes back to stay, (it's) gonna be another brand new day
A-walking with my baby by the San Francisco Bay
A-walking with my baby by the San Francisco Bay
Well, I'm sittin' down on my back porch
I don't know which way to go
The girl that I'm so crazy about, she don't love me anymore
(I) think I'm gonna take a freight train 'cause I'm feelin' blue
Gonna ride it to the end of the line, thinkin' only of you
(I) ain't got a nickle and I ain't got a
lousy dime
(If) she don't come back, (I) think I'm gonna lose my mind
(If) she ever comes back to stay, (it's) gonna be another brand new day
A-walking with my baby by the San Francisco Bay
A-walking with my baby down beside the San Francisco Bay
Well, I ain't got a nickle and I ain't got a
lousy dime
You know, (if) she don't come back, (I) think I'm gonna lose my mind
Well, (if) she ever comes back to stay, it's gonna be another brand new day
Walking with my baby by the San Francisco Bay
Walking with my baby down beside the San Francisco Bay
Walking with my baby by the Frisco Bay |
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(1) THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGIN'
(Words and Music by BOB DYLAN)
Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'
Come writers and critics who prophecies with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
There's a battle outside and it's ragin'
It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize if you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin' |
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(2) THE BOXER
(Words and Music by Paul SIMON)
I'm just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises all lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregard the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station, running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie-la-lie...
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers, just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie-la-lie...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone
Going home where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Leading me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders of ev'ry glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving," but the fighter still remains
Lie-la-lie...
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(3) POLLY VON
(Yarrow/Stookey/Travers)
I shall tell of a hunter whose life was
undone
By the cruel hand of evil at the setting of the sun
His arrow was loosed and it flew through the dark
And his true love was slain as the shaft found its mark
She'd her apron wrapped about her and he
took her for a swan
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von
He ran up beside her and found it was she
He turned away his head for he could not bear to see
He lifted her up and found she was dead
A fountain of tears for his true love he shed
She'd her apron wrapped about her and he
took her for a swan
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von
He bore her away to his home by the sea
Cryin' "Father, oh Father, I murdered poor Polly!
I've killed my fair love in the flower of her life! I always intended that she be my wife
But she'd her apron wrapped about her and I
took her for a swan
And it's oh and alas it was she, Polly Von"
He roamed near the place where his true love
was slain
He wept bitter tears but his cries were all in vain
As he looked on the lake a swan glided by
And the sun slowly sank in the grey of the sky
She'd her apron wrapped about her and he
took her for a swan
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(4) SETTLE DOWN
(Words and Music by Mike Settle)
I'm going down that highway, going to another town
Baby, when I find what I'm looking for then maybe I'm settle down
Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town
Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down
Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town
Why don't you help me sister, and maybe I'll settle down
I worked my way from Boston to that San Francisco Bay
Baby, what I was looking for I couldn't find along the way
Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town
Why don't you help me sister, and maybe I'll settle down
Never been contented, no matter where I roam
It ain't no fun to see a settin' sun when you're far away from home
Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town
Why don't you help me sister, and then maybe I'll settle down
I worked in the mills of Pittsburg and the hills of Tennessee
Baby, all I want's to find a job that'll set my mind at ease
Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town
Why don't you help me sister, and maybe I'll settle down
Why don't you help me brother, I'm a stranger in your town
Why don't you help me sister, and maybe I'll settle down |
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(5) THE CRUEL WAR
(Words and Music by Paul Stookey, Peter Yarrow)
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(6) FREIGHT TRAIN
(Mezzetti/Stookey/Okun/Travers)
Freight train, freight train, goin' so fast
Freight train, freight train, goin' so fast
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I've gone
Freight train, freight train, comin' round the bend
Freight train, freight train, gone again
One of these days turn that train around
Go back to my hometown
Freight train, freight train, goin' so fast...
One more place I'd like to be
One more place I'd love to see
To watch those ol' Blue Ridge Mountains climb
When I ride old Number Nine
Freight train, freight train, goin' so fast...
When I die please bury me deep
Down at the end of Bleaker Street
So I can hear ol' Number Nine
As she goes rollin' by
Freight train, freight train, goin' so fast... |
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(7) ALABAMA RAIN
(Words and Music by JIM CROCE)
Lazy days in mid-July, country Sunday mornin's.
Dusty haze on summer highways, sweet magnolia callin'.
But now and then I find myself thinkin' of the days
That we were walkin' in the Alabama rain.
Drive-in movies Friday nights, drinkin' beer and laughin'.
Somehow things were always right, I just don't know what happened.
But now and then I find myself thinkin' of the days
When we were walkin' in the Alabama rain.
We were only kids but then I've never heard it said
That kids can't fall in love and feel the same.
I can still remember the first time I told you I love you.
On a dusty mid-July, country summer's evenin',
A weepin' willow sang its lullaby and shared our secret.
But now and then I find myself thinkin' of the days
When we were walkin' in the Alabama rain.
Walkin' in the Alabama rain. |
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(8) THE SOUND OF SILENCE
(Words and Music by PAUL SIMON)
Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly-y creeping left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone narrow streets of cobble stone
Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
Split the night and touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dare disturb the sound of silence
Fools said I you do not know, silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you, take my arms that I might reach you
But my words like silent rain drops fell
Echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming
And the signs said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
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(9) THE LAST THING ON MY MIND
(Words and music by Tom Paxton)
It's a lesson to late for the learning, made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning, in your hand, in your hand
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
You've got reasons of plenty for going, this I know, this I know
For the weeds have been steadily growing, please don't go, please don't go
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
I could have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind
As I lie in my bed in the morning, without you, without you
Each song in my breast dies a borning, without you, without you
Are you going away with no word of farewell
Will there be not a trace left behind
Well, I should have loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind
You know that was the last thing on my mind |
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(10) ROCKY ROAD
(Yarrow/Stookey/Grossman)
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(11) THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND
(Words and music by Woody Guthrie)
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparklin' sands of her diamond deserts
And all around me her voice was singin'
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land...
As I went walkin' that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me those golden valleys
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land...
As the sun was shining and I was strolling
And the wheat field waving and the dust clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting, a voice was saying
This land was made for you and me
This land is your land...
This land was made for you and me |
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(12) WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE
(Words and music by Pete Seeger)
Where have all the flowers gone long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls have picked them ev'ryone
Oh, when will they ever learn, oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the young girls gone long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone long time ago?
Where have all the young girls one? Gone for husbands ev'ryone
Oh, when will they ever learn, oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the husbands gone long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone? Gone for soldiers ev'ryone
Oh, when will they ever learn, oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the soldiers gone long time passing?
Where have all the soldiers gone long time ago?
Where have all the soldiers gone? Gone to graveyards ev'ryone
Oh, when will they ever learn, oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the graveyards gone long time passing?
Where have all the graveyards gone long time ago?
Where have all the graveyards gone? Gone to flowers ev'ryone
Oh, when will they ever learn, oh, when will they ever learn
Where have all the flowers gone... |
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(13) THURSDAY
(Words and Music by SAL JOSEPH)
Well, it started out just like a dream and like a dream I knew that what we had
Would have to end.
'Cause I was lookin' for a lifetime lover and
You were lookin' for a friend.
Someone to be there after all your nighttime lovers had gone
The way they came.
Someone who knew the way to help you play your daytime game.
It's not the same.
Well, I started out pretending that I've come to mean enough to you to make
You want to change.
Then I came to realize that there was just too much of you there
To rearrange.
And I couldn't bear to wait around for all your nighttime lovers to go
The way they came.
And then it came to hurt too much for me to have to play your daytime games.
No one's to blame.
Yes, it started out just like a dream and like a dream I knew that what we had
Would have to end.
'Cause I was lookin' for a lifetime lover, and you were lookin' for a friend.
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(14) THE GOOD TIMES WE HAD
(Words and Music by Paul Stookey)
Times have changed
All the good times that we had are gone now
Passed this way
Only memories will remain tomorrow
I thought my dreams would be enough for a while
And all the plans that we made
Hey, we had love, that was all that we had
Even that don't seem the same
Peace of mind
Where's the happiness we should be having
We can't find
Any answers in the good times we had
I thought my dreams...
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(15) EL VITO
(trad.)
Con el vito, vito, vito
Con el vito, vito, vá
Con el vito, vito bueno
Con el vito, vito, va
Una vieja vale un real
Y una muchacha dos cuartos
Y yo como soy tan pobre
Me atengo a lo más barato
Con el vito...
Por el "sí" que dio la nina
Al senor cura en la iglesia
Por el "sí" que dio la nina
Entró libre y salió presa
Con el vito... |
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(16) THERE IS A SHIP
(Yarrow/Stookey/Okun/Travers)
There is a ship and she sails the sea
She's loaded deep, as deep can be
But not as deep as the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim
I leaned my back against an oak
Thinking it was a trusty tree
But first it bent and then it broke
Just as my love proved false to me
Oh, love is gentle, and love is kind
The sweetest flow'r when first it's new
But love grows old and waxes cold
And fades away like the mornin' dew
The water is wide, I can not get o'er
Neither have I the wings to fly
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(17) COME AND GO WITH ME
(trad.)
Come and go with me to that land, come and go with me to that land
Come and go with me to that land where I'm bound
Come and go with me to that land, come and go with me to that land
With me to that land where I'm bound
There ain't no kneelin' in that land, there ain't no kneelin' in that land
There ain't no kneelin' in that land where I'm bound
There ain't no kneelin' in that land, there ain't no kneelin' in that land
Kneelin' in that land where I'm bound
There'll be singin' in that land, voices ringin' in that land
There'll be freedom in that land where I'm bound
There'll be singin' in that land, there'll be singin' in that land
(There'll be) freedom in that land where I'm bound
Well, I'm gonna walk the streets of glory on that great day in the mornin'
I'm gonna walk the streets of glory on that great day in the mornin'
I'm gonna walk the streets of glory, I'm gonna put on the shoes that's holy
I'm gonna walk the streets of glory, halleloo!
Don't you wanna hear the children singin' on that great day in the mornin'
Don't you wanna hear the children singin' on that great day in the mornin'
Don't you wanna hear all the children singin', big tall bells are ringin'
Don't you wanna hear all the children singin', halleloo!
Don't you wanna stand in line together on that great day in the mornin'
Don't you wanna stand in line together on that great day in the mornin'
Don't you wanna stand in line together, shake hands with one another
Don't you wanna stand in line together, halleloo!
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