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TH E WI -MET CAMPS JEW YORK, N .Y .

SOUT8DS OF S rLEKCE ? f

HeSXo dartness my old W&*j$'x gTfaI ?ve o w t o t a l k w l t h l y o u j ^ ^ x i .

Because a v i s i on so f t l y cr^ppihfeh e f t ' i t s seeds while I.wSe" sleepingAndvthe viseo., jjfeaA w a s Pleated i& mybrasffi^stil l r e m a i n n v i t h i n . th e soundso f s i l en9e .

In r e s t l e s s s t r ee t s I we l t ed a lone ,Harrow streets of cobblestone,Heath the Halo of a s t reet lamp,I tur ne d my co ll ar to t he c old and dampWhen my eyes were stabb ed by the fl a s h ofa neon l i g h t ,I t a p l i t t h e n i g h t ,And touched the sounds of silence.

To every th ing ( tu rn , tu rn , tu rn)There is a person ( t u r n , t u r n ,

turn)And a time for every purposeunder heavenA time to be bo m , a time to die ;A time to plant, a time to reap;A time to Kill, a time to heal;A time to laugh, a time to weep.

A time to build up, a time to bree.down,A time to dance, a time to mourn,A time to cast away stones,A time to gather stones together.

RefrainAnd in the naKed li g h t I saw,10,000 people, maybe morepeople talfcing wi thout speaaingBaople hea r ing w ithou t l i s t e n i ngPeople w r i t in g songs , tha t vo ices aeysrshared -.Ho one dared disturb the sounds ofsilence.-

And a l l th e people bowed and pray ed,To the neon G-d they made.

And the si gn flashe d out i t s warning,In the words that i t was formingAnd th e sig n said the wo rths of theprophets are written on the subway walland tenement h a ll s - and whispered in theSound of Silence

A time to gain, a time to l o se ,A t ime to rend, a time to sow,A time to l ove^a time to bateAtiroe for peace I swear, i t ' sn o t t o l a t e .Refrain

A t ime for d i r t , a t ime for soap,A t ime for t e a r s , a time for hope ,A t ime for f a l l , a time for sp r ing ,A t ime to h ear the rob ins s in g .

Fo ols , said I , you do not/Know S i l ence l i k e acancer growsHear my words t h a t I might teach youTate my hand t ha t I .might reach youBut my words l i t e my s i l e n t raind ropsy e l l - - - -

And echoed in the wells of Silence.

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2/32

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X *h*U. t a l i of a H * whose l i f e was

H ^ ' c x o a x band of e v i l , at the aetting

H I ? ^ r r n f U l o o s e d and i t flew thru , the

AnTnia t r ue love was s l a in a s th e sha f tfound i t c mar t .

Chorus: She'd her apron wrapped abouther and he toot her for a swan.And i t s oh and a l a s , i t was she , Po l lyVon.

He ra n up besid e he r, and found i t v M *n*He turned away hie head for he could nothear to see

Be lifted her up and found she was deadA fountain of tears for his true love heshed.

He bore her away to his home by the seaOh father, oh father, I've murderedpoor PollyI've Billed, my fair love in the flowerof ber lire.I've always intended that she be mywife .

He roamed ne ar th e plac e where h is tr u elove was s la in .

He wept b i t t e r t e a r s bu t h i s c r i e s wereall in vain.

As he looted on the laite a evan g l ided

t t e s i y . W e X " l y * * ^ e K y of

l i t t l e one ial l iuft ,y^ere a r e you going, Jmv own . .Zxn around and your two,Turn around and your four,Tom around and you a young gixigoing out Of my doorChorus: Turn arou nd, Turn aroundTurn around and your a young g i r lgoing out of my door

Where are you going *y li tt le one,pretty onet a r n d l an d pett.afcoe.wo where haveyou flown

Turn around and your tinyTurn around and your grownTurn around and your a yourig Wifewith babes of your own.Chorus: Turn around, Turn aroundTurn around and your a young wifewith babes of your own.

PA5SIHO TroHOuag

I saw Adam in the garden with anapple in bis hand

I sa id now you're out what are yougorooa do?"Pla nt me crops ana pray for ra inMaybe ra i s e a l i t t l e Ca in .I'm an orphan now and I'm lastoassing through, (chorus)

I saw Jesus on th e cro ss , at th a th i l l ca l l ed Ca lva ryDo you hate mankind for what t he y ' r edone to you.

J M 1 * / 3 " * * 8 taX& l o v e ot hatet h i n g s t o d o , i t ' s g e t t i n g la te '

There's so l i t t l e t ime and I 'm i u s tpass ing through. J U S v

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3/32

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I t s a bob andT r-.KW.vr- KELB E01 WOKESE,

I t ' B a long and dus ty road,

C t b e ^ o l K s i meet a i n t a l l eys . KindSome are bad. and some are good, bomenave done the b e s t they couldSeme have t r i e d to ease ray t ro ub l inmind.

And 1 c a n ' t he lp bu t wonder where I 'mbound, where I m. bcundAnd 1 can ' t he lp hu t wonder where I*bound.

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I have been arcnnd this land. Just adc-in the best I eanTrying to find what I was meant to d oAnd the faces that Z see are as worriedns can boAnd i t loots lite they are wooderin too.

I had a girl one time she had lips ll&esherry wineAnd she loved me till my head wentplumb insaneBut I was too blind to see she wasdriftin. away from meAnd one day she left on the morningtrain.

I've got a buddy from home but hestarted out to roamAnd I haar he's out by Frisco BayAnd sometime when I've had a few, hiavoice comes Bingin throughAnd I'm goin out to see htm some oldday.

If you see me passing by and you sitand wonder whyAnd yo u wish that you were a ramblertooNail your shoes to the k i t chen f loo r.Lace them up and bar the doorThank your s t a r s fo r t he roo f t h a t ' sover you.

passing ttaougnpassins throughSometimes happySometimes blueGlad th a t I ra n in to youTel l the people tha t you. saw mePass ing th rough .

I shivered next to WashingtonThat night at Valley ForgeWhy do your so ld ie rs freeze th e waythey d oHe said men will suffer, fight, evendie for what Is rightJell the people that you saw me

poking through, (chorus)i &aw Abe Lincoln to o, when theCivil war was throughI said. Abe why do fight thisbitter war?He said men will suffer, men witight, even die for what is rig'We're all brothers and we're opassing through, (chorus)

I was a t Fra nk l in Rooeevelt :J u s t awaile before he d ied .He sa i d one wor ld w i l l comof WW I I .Yankee, Buaeioa, whi te orLord a man i s j u s t a manWe' re a l l b ro the r s and -pass ing t h rough , (


4/32

- A -

GOD SAVE tPHE KHH&

God save our gracious King,Long live our noble King,God save the KingSend bim victorious,

Happy and glorious,Long to reign over us.Goa save the King.

0 Lord and God arise,ao*tx his enemies.And matte them f a l l .Confound their P ^ * ? B 'Frustrate u*** ~ < * ******On thee our hopes we f ix ,God save the King.

The cho ices t g i f t s in s torecTblm be Pleased t o pour.

S ? ^ Heart and v o i c e ,gpa save t h e King.

QLEAHHA

Oh, to be in OleannaThat is where I'd lite to beThan to be in NorwayAnd drag the chains of slavery.

Chorus

01ee, OleannaOlee, OleannaOlee, Olee, Olee, Olee,Ole, OXeanna.

While on our bens we i

In Oleanna, U.S.A.Planning meals la quite a treatFor roasted plgies vain aboutAnd offer you a bite to eat.

Cporus_

THE uxr&x J^'^--

The gyp3y rover came over the hill, bound through the valley

so shady;He whistled and he sang t i l l the green woods rang,And he won the heart of a lady .

Ah-di-day-dee; He whistled and he sang t i l l the green woods rang,

And he won th e hea rt of a lady .She le ft her fat he r' s cas tle gate , she le ft her own tru e loverShe l e f t her servants and her es t at e, t o follow the gypsy rov er.Her father saddled his fas te st steed, roamed the vally all overSought h is daughter a t g reat speed, and, the whiBtling gypsy rover .

(C30HUS)He came at last to a mansion fine, down by the river ClaydejAnd there was music, and there was wine, for the gypsy and his lady.(CHOHIS)He's no gypsy my father said she, my lord of freelanas al l over,And I wil l stay till my dying day, with my whistling gypsy rover.

(CHOBUS)


5/32

- 5 -WHERE DO I

OoHLP Iff ZHE SKY.

A cu rl y beaded Kid with a suns hiny Where do I go , follow the r i v e rsmile heard the ro ar of a plan e as i t Where do I go , fol low the g ul lssa i l ed th ru the afcy Where i s th e som ething , where i s th eTo h er playm ates she cr ie d with a br ig h t someone

- i]twinkl ing eye ,My daddy r id es t h a t sh ip i n th e sty

My daddy ri de s t h at sh ip in th e skyMy daddy r i d es th a t sh ip i n t h e BKVMama's not af ra id and nei th er am I

That t e l l s me why I l iv e and d ie .

Where do I p>, fo l low the chi ldren

Vfhere do I go, follow t h e i r smilesIs there an answer In th e i r sweet facesMama's no t af ra id and n ei th er am I i s tne re u U U G I ^ - _ . -so my daddy r ides t h at sh ip in the sKy" That t e l l s me why I l i v e and di e .

Then a pug nose kid, as she td.cted upher he el Sa id, "My daddy works in th ei ro n and the s t e e l .My dad oases planes so thay f ly throught h e ssyAnd t h a t ' s what seeps your daddy upthe re so n igh . "

That's What Keeps your daddy up thereB O highThat's what Keeps your daddy up thereso highYou're not afraid, well, neither am I'Cause my dad Keeps your daddy upthere so high.A shy little girl, pinched he r toe int h e sand,Says , "My dad he worse a t th e pla cewhere they land.l o u t e l l your Mama do n ' t be a f r a id ,My 0-ad'11 bring your daddy b&CK homea g a i n . "My d a d ' l l br in g you r daddy Pace homea g a i nMy dad ' l l bring your daddy back homeagain iDon ' t be a f ra i d i f i t ge t s dard andreinsJ'Cause my dad'll bring your daddy backhome again.'

Follow the -windsong, follow the thunderFollow the neon in young lovers eyesDown to the gutter, up to the glitter

Into the city where the truth lies.

Kepeat from second verse

where do I go, follow my heartbeatWhere do I go, follow my natlO"Where w i l l t hey l ead me, and will I everDiscover why I live and die.

I BE1IEVE

I bel ieve that wars win ccapeWhen brotherhood is obtainedand oil people w i l l r e j o i c eWhen love and peace ore gained.

I believe that somedayA ll f ig ht in g w i l l come to an endAnd a l l c ut s and sc ar s th a t were madewill quickly mend.

I be l iev e th at one daySlavery sha l l be forever bannedHo longer s h e l l whips f l yIn. any master 's hand.

I believe that somedayHate sha l l be rep laced by uni tyBlacK and whi te sha l l l i v e s ide by s id e ,Knowing they are free.

People sha l l have to s t r iveTo make my b e li e fs come t ru eBut one gr eat day through the pe op le 'stears,The sunshine will come through.


6/32

-6 -KISSES SWEETER THAN WIRE TODAY

When I was a y o u n g man a n d n e v e r b e e nKissedI got to thinning over what I had missedI got me a girl, I Kissed her and then

Oh, lord, I Kissed her againBecause she had Kisses sweeter than wineOh, oh, Kisses sweeter than wine

I assed her to marry and be tay sweet wifeAnd we could be so happy the rest of ourlivesI begged and I pleaded liKe a natural manAnd then, oh, Lord, she gave me her hand

(CHORUS)

I worKed mighty har d and s o did my wi fe

Working hand in hand t o matte a good l i f eWith corn i n the f i e l d and wheat in the bi nI was, oh, Lord the father of twins.

(CHORUS)Our children they numbered just aboutfourThey a l l had swe ethe arts fcnocting at t h e i rdoorThey all got married and they didn'thesitateI was, oh, lord, the grandfather of eight

(CHORUS)Now that we 'r e o ld and read y to goWe ge t t o th in ki ng what happened a l ongtime agoWe had a l o t of Kids, trouble and painBut , t he n, oh, Lord We'd do i t aga in

Today whil e the blossoms s t i l l cl in gto the vineI'll taste your strawberries; I'lldrinK your sweet wine

A million tomorrows shall all

passawayEre I forget all the joy that ismine today,

I ' l l be a dandy and I ' l l be a roverY ou 'l l Know who I am by the song t h a tI singI'll feast at your table; I'll sleepIn your cloverWho earea what tomorrow shall bring

CHORUS

I can't be contented with yesterday'sg lo r i esI c an 't li ve on promises winter t ospr ing.Today is my moment and now is my gloryI ll laug h and I ll cry and I ll sing

CHORUS

(CHORUS)


7/32

-7 -FOURSffiOHG MIHDS SETTLE DOWH

Four s t rong winds tha t blow l o n e l ySeven se as t h a t run. highAll those things that don ' t changeCome what mayBut our good times are all goneAnd I'm bound for movin" onI'll loot for you if I'm ever bach thisway.

Gueee I ' l l g o o u t t o A l b e r t aW eather ' s good the re in the f a l lGot some fr ie nd s I can go to vorfcin' forBut I wish you'd change your mindI f I asfc you one r.ore t imeBut we've been through that a hundredt imes or more.

CBX3RUS

If I get the re when th e snow f l i e sAnd i f th in gs ar e lo ot in g goodYou cou ld meet me i f I se nt you th e fa reBut by the n i t would be win terHot too much for you to doAnd the wind sure blows cold way outt h e r e .

CHORUS

B0H3SA TONKA"

On a wagon b ound for martetSphere ' s a ca l f w i t h a mournfu l eyeHigh above h im t h e r e ' s a swa llowWinging sw if t ly thro ugh th e s t y.

CHORUSHow th e winds ar e lau gh ingThey laugh with a l l t h e ir mightLaugh and laugh the whole day throughAnd. ha lf th e summer 's n igh tDonna, donna, donna, doanaDonna, donna, donna, d o n Donna, donna, donna, do-nnaDonna, donna, donna, don

Stop complaining sa id the farmerWho to ld you a ca lf t o beWhy do n' t you have wings to fl y withL it e th e swallow so proud and f ree?

We l l , I 'm going down th a t highwayComing t o an oth er townHoney when I f in d what I 'm lo o ti n g fo rMaybe I ' l l se t t l e down.

Why do n 't you he lp me bro th erI 'm a s t ra ng er in your townWhy do n 't you he lp me br ot he rAnd maybe I ' l l s e t t l e down

We l l , I ' v e worfced my way from Bo stonto the San Francisco BayBut honey what I 've been l o o t i n g f o rI d id n ' t f ind on th e way

Why don't you help me brotherI 'm a s t ranger in your townWhy do n 't you he lp me br ot he rAnd maybe I ' l l s e t t l e down

Wel l , I ' ve never been con ten tedNo matter where I roamW ell , i t a i n ' t no fun to see thes e t t i n g sunWhen you'r f a r from home

Why do n' t you he lp me br oth erI ' m a s t r a n g e r in your townWhy done you help me brotherAnd maybe I ' l l s e tt l e down.

Calves are easi ly bound and s laughteredNever Knowing the reason whyBut whoever tr e as u re s freedomLiKe th e swal low, has lea rne d t o f ly .

CHORUS

CHORUS


8/32

8

FLOWERS NEVER SEND WITH THE M I H F A I I L

CHORUS

So I can but to pretend my life will neverendAnd f lowers never bend with th e ra in fa l l

Through the corr idors of s leep, pastShadows dark and deepMy mind dances and leap s i n confus ionI d o n ' t snow wha t i s r e a l , I ean ' ttouch what I fe elAnd I hid e behind the sh ie ld of myi l lusion

CHORUS

The m irr or on my w all c a s ts an image dar kand smallBut I'm not sure at all its my reflectionI'm blinded by the light of God and truthand lightAnd I wander in the night without direction

carc us

Ho matter if you're born to play tbeicing or pawnTbe l i n e i s th in ly drawn ' tween joy andsorrowSo my fantasies become realitiesAnd I must be what I must be and facetomorrow

CHORUS

PATTBBKS

Hight set softly with the hush offalling leavesCasting shivering shadows on the housesand the treesAnd a light from, a s t re et lamp pa intsa p at te rn on ray wellLike the pieces of a puzzle or achi ld 's uneven scrawl

Up a narrow f l i gh t of s ta ir s t o anarrow l i t t l e roomAs I l i e on my bed in t he e ar ly eveninggloomImpaled on my wall, my eyes can dimlyseeThe pattern of my life and the puzzlethat ia me.

From the moment of ay irth to the in-stant of my deathThere axe patterns I must follow justas I must breatheeach breathLike a rat in a maze, the path before .me liesAnd the pattern never altera, untilthe rat dies

Tbe pattern still remains on the wallwhere darkness fellAnd it's fitting that it should forin darkness I must dwellLike the color of ay kin or the datethat I grow oldMy l i f e is made of pa t te rn s th at canscarce ly be cont ro l led

ORE MAN'S FARTS

One man's hands ca n ' t te a r a p r iso n down,Two men's hands ca n ' t te a r a pr in so n down,But if two and two and f i f t y make a m il lio n,We ' l l see tha t day come roundWe'll see that day come round

One man 's work ca n ' t se t the count ry f ree . . . . . . . .

One man's heart can ' t f i l l the wor ld wi th l ove . . . . . . . .

One roan's voice can't bring this country peace

One man 's fee t ca n ' t walk across the la nd " . . . . . . . . .

One man's mind can ' t make a b e t t e r w o r l d . . . . . . . . .


9/32

- 9 -THIS TRAIN THIS LAND IS YOUR LAND

This train is bound for glory, this train2zThis train is bound for gloryDon t carry none but the righteous and theholy.Thi s t r a in i s hound fo r g lo ry, t h i s t r a i n

This t r a in don t ca r ry no gamblers, th i st ra in (2x)This t r a i n d on t carry no gamblersHo crap shooters, ao ri aght ramblersThis t r a in d on t c ar ry no gamblers , th i st r a i n

This train done carried my mother, thistrain 2z)This train done carried my motherMy mother, my father, my sister, mybrother

This t r a i n done ca rr ie d my mother, th istrain

This land is your land, this land ismy landFrom California to the New YorK IslandsFrom the redwood forests t o the gulfstream watersThis land was made for you and me

As I went walking that ribbon of high-wayI saw above me that endless bighwayI saw below me that golden valleyThis land was made for you and me.

CHORUS

I roamed and rambled and followed myfootstepsTo the sparKling sands of your diamonddeserts

And all around me a voice Kept sayingThis land was made for you and me

YELLOW oXTOIARINE

In the town where I was born,Lived a man who sailed to seaAnd, he told us of his lifeIn the land of submarinesSo we sailed up to the sunTill we found the sea of greenAnd we lived, beneath the wavesIn our yellow submarine

CHORUSWe all live in a yellow submarine,yellow submarine, yellow submarine,We all live in a yellow submarine,yellow submarine, yellow submarine.

And our friends are all on boardMany more of them live next doorAnd the band begins to play

CHORUS

As we live a life of ease,Everyone of us has all we need.Sty of blue and sea of green

CHORUS

Aa the sun was shinning and I wasstrollingAnd the wheat fields waving and thedust clouds rollingas the fog was lifting a voice waschantingThis land was made for you and me

CHORUS


10/32

- 10 -

I AM A BOCK HOMEWARD BOUBD

A w i n t e r ' s day? in a deep and dartDecember1 am alone. Gazing from my window tothe streets belowOn a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow1 am a rock, I am an island.

I build wala. A fortres deep andmightyThat none may penetrate. I have noneed of friendship, freindship causespainI t ' s l augh te r and i t ' s l ov ing I d i s t a inI am a rock. I am an i s la nd .

Don ' t talK o f lo ve . Wel l , I ' v e heardthe word beforeI t ' s s le ep ing in my memory. I w on' t

dis turb the s lumber of feel ings that havedied .If I never loved, I never would havecried,I am a root, I am an island.

I have my books and my poetry to protectmeI am sh iel de d i n my armorH idin g i n ray room. Safe w it h in my wombI touch no one and no one touches me.I am a ro c s . I am an i s land.And a rock f ee l s no pa in .

And an i s la nd never c r ie s .

I 'm s i t t i n " i n a r a i lway s t a t i on ,got a t i cue t fo r my de s t in a t io n mmm mumOn a to u r of one nig ht st an ds , mysu i tca se and gu i ta r in handAnd every s top y i s ne at l y plannedfor a poet and a one man band

CH.0FPJSHomeward bound, I wish I was, homewardboundHome where ray music 's play ing , homewhere my l ov e l i e s w a i t i n g , s i l e n t l yfor me.

Every day's an endless stream ofciagaret tes and magaz ines mm ramamEach town looss the same to me, themovies and the factories

And every s t r an g er 's face I seereminds me th a t I w ant to b e

CHORUS

Tonite I s ing ray songs aga in , I ' l lplay the game and pretend mmm mmmmBut a l l my w or rie s come back t o me i nshades of mediocrityLike emptiness and harmony, I needsomeone to comfort me

CHORUS

SCARBORQUCai FAIR

Oh, where are you going? To ScarboroughFa i rParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeRemember me to one who lives thereFor once she was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make ma a cambric shirtParsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Without any seam or needleworkFor once she was a true love of mine

Tell her to wash it in yonder well,Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeWhere never spring water nor rain everfellFor once she was a true love of mine.

Tell her to dry it on yonder thornParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymewhich never bore blossom since Adamwas bornFor once she was a true love of mine

How he has asked me questions threeParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeI hope he will answer as many for toeFor once he was a true love of mine.

Tell him to find me an acre of landParsley, sage, rosemary, and thymeBetwixt the salt water and the sea sandFor once he was a true,'love of mine.


11/32

(con't.)- 11 -

BAMBOO

Tell him to plough it vith a ram's bornParsley, sage, rosemary and. thymeAnd sow it all over vith one peppercorn

For once be was a true love of mine.Tell bint to reap it with a sickle ofleatherParsley, sage, rosemary, ana thymeAnd b ind i t up with a pea coc k 's fea the rFor once he was a true love of mine,

"When, be has done and f in is he d h ie w or t ,Pa rs le y, sag e, rosemary, and thyme0 t e l l him t o come and he'11 have hiss h i r t ,For once he was a t rue love of mine.

59th 3TBEET BRIDGE SOHG

Slow down you move t o o f a s tYa' g ot ta make th e morning l a s tJu st kic kin g down th e cobb lestoneLooKin' to f ind I 'm feel ing grooveyDa, da , da , da , da , da , da - fee l inggroovey

Hello lamp post , watcha Knowin'

I come to watch your flowers growin1

A i n ' t y a ' got no rhymes for me.Double doo, doo - fe e l i n g ' grooveyDa, da , da , e t c .

Got no deeds to do,Ho promises to keepBaffled and drowsyand ready to sleepLet the morning time drop all it'spetals on meLife I love youA H is grooveyDa, da, etc.

You take a stick, of bamboo,You take a stick of bambooYou take a stick of bambooYou throw it in the water

Oh, oh , oh, oh , hum, nowYou take a stick of bambooYou take a stick of bambooYou take a stick of bambooYou throw it in the waterOh, oh, etc.

The river (the river) she come down,The river (the river) she come down.

You travel on the river,You travel on the river

You travel on the riverYou travel on the waterOh, oh, oh, oh, hum, now

The river (the river) she cowe down.The river (the river) she come down.

My homes across the riverMy- homes across the riverMy homes across the river&hV homes across the waterOh, oh, oh, oh, hum now.


12/32

- 12 -

AQUARIUS GOOD MDRHIHG STAKSHINB

When the moon is in the seventh houseAnd Jupiter aligns with MarsThen peace will guide the planetsAnd love will steer the stareThis is the dawning of the age ofAquariusThe age of AquariusAquariusAquarius

Good morning starsbineThe earth says "he l lo"You tw in kl e above usWe tw in kl e below

Good morning starshineYou le ad us alon gMy lo ve and me a s we sin gOur early morning singing singing song

Hazmony and understandingSympathy and t r u s t abounderySo more false hoo ds ar e d ensionGolden l i v in g dreams of vi s i onMystic c r ys t a l r eve l a t i onAnd the minds t ru e l i b er a t io nAquarius

Aquarius

THE tohV-hri

The teeper would a hunting go , andunder his coat he carried a bowAll for to shoot at a merri little doe,among the leaves so green-0

CHORUSJackie boy.' Master.' Sing ye well?Ver well , Rev down, ho down

Derry derry down, among the leaves sogreen -OTo ray hey down, downj To my ho down,down.'Hey done.' How down, 1 Derry, derry, down.Among the leaves so green-0

The first doe she did cross the plainThe Keeper fetched her bacK againWhere she is now she may remainAmong the leaves so green-0

CHORUS

The second dow she cross*d the brookTo Keeper fetched her back with hishOOKWhere she i s now you may go and lood,Among th e le av es so g re en -0

Gliddy, glup, gloopyNibby, nabby, noopy, l a , l a , l a , lo , l o

Sabca, sibby, sabbaNabby, abba, neb-ba, l e , l e , l o , l o

Tooby, oo-by nal-la

Booby alla-ba nab-baEarly morning singing song

Sing a song, Humming a songSinging a song, loving a songLaughing a songSing the songSing the song, Song to singRepeat top verse

CHORUS


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- 1 3 -LET MB FLY KUMBAYA

Way d o w n y o n d e r i n t h e m i d d l e o f t h e 1 . S o m e o n e ' s s l e e p i n g L o r d , K um ba yaf ie ld , angel worming at th e ch ar io t Someone's sleeping Lord, Kumbayaw he el. Someone's sl ee p in g Lo rd, KumbayaNot so par t icu la r "bout worKin' a t Oh Lo rd , Kumbayath e w he el, bu t I j u s t wanna see how Sana Kumbaya

the cha r io t f e e l s .Now l e t me f ly i n t o Mount Z io n, L ord 2.Someone's praying Lord, KumbayaLord,

3.Someone's dreaming Lordy, KumbayaI got a mother in the Promised Land,A in ' t gonna s top t i l l I shaKe ber hand L.Trees are whistling Lord, KumbayaNot so pa r t i cu la r 'bout shafcin' herband, 5.Moon is smiling Lord, KumbayaBut I just wanna go up in the PromisedLand, 6.Someone's singing Lord, Kumbaya

Meet the hypocr i te on the s t ree t , 7.Someone's dancing Lord, KumbayaF i r s t t h ing he ' l l do i s t o sho h i s

t e e t h .Nex t t h ing h e ' l l do i s t o t e l l a l i e ,And th e be st thi ng to do i s t o pas s himby.

LEMON TREE

When I was just a lad of tenMy father said to meCome here and tatce a lesson fromThe lovely lemon tree

Don't put your faith in love my boyMy father said to me.I fear you'll find that love isllKe the lovely lemon tree

CHORUSLemon tr e e very p re tt yAnd th e flower i s sweetBut the fruit of the poor lemonI s imposBible t o ea t .

One day beneath the lemon treeMy lov e and I di d l i e

A g i r l s o Bweet that when she smiledThe s ta rs rose in the sKy.

We pas sed t h at summer l o s t in lov eBeneath the lemon treeThe music of her laughter hid% f a t h e r ' s words from me. (CHORUS)

One day she l e f t with ou t a woric She l e f t me for anoth erShe toofc away the sun I t ' s a common t a l e bu t tr u eAnd in the dam she'd l e f t behind A sad de r man but w ise r nowI tnow what she had done I s in g th e s e words t o you (CHORUS)


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HICHAgh

Michael row your boat ashore,HallelujahMichael row your boat ashore,Hallelujah.

Sister help to trim the sails,HallelujahSister help to trim the sailHallelujah

Jordan's river is deep and wide ,HallelujahMtlK and honey on the other sideHallelujah.

Jordan's river is chilly and coldHallelujahChills the body, but not the soulHallelujah

WagRE IS LOVE

Where is loveDoes it fall from sales aboveIs it underneaththe willow tree thatI've been dreaming of

Where I s sheWho I cl os e my eyes to see

W il l I ev er Know the sweet he l l o t h a t ' smeanto for on ly me

Who may say where sh e may hi d eMust I travel far and wideH i l l I am be si de th e someone who I canmean something to

Where, Where i s lo v e .

PUITF (IKE Mftgic ; ~:c&x-:;

puff the magic dragon, lived by tha aeaAnd froliced in the autumn mistIn a land called Honolee.Little JacKie paper loved that rascalPuffAnd brought hie. things and sealing waxAnd other fancy stuff,

CHORUSOh Puff the magic dragon lived by the3eaAnd frol iced In the- cutrrn mist In al a n d called EoucleoPuff the magic drsge-n, l ived h j th e seaAnd f ro l ic ed in ths ftnt'run mist i n a landcal led Honoleo,

together t he y would t r a v e l , or. e, boa t wi thg i l l o we d s a i l sJacKie Kept a loon out parchedon P u f f ' s g i g a n t i c t o i l .Hoble Kings and pr inces , -.rculcl to;-?when a i r th ey seine,Pra tes sh ips would lever t h e i r f l a g s .When Puff ca ll e d ov-.t h i s none(CH0RU8)

A dragon l i ve s fo reve r, bu t ne t sol i t t l e b o y sPainted wings and ginnt o t r i n g s ,Made way fo r ot he r to ysOne grave ni ght i t bapc^iicdJacKie paper cane i r-iCTo and luffthat mighty drag-vn \\*f e a r l e s s roar.

1 : 1 . J . L J O

His head was bsf. :.:.'. i:i.-:rr.;Blue scales fell lis.e rainPuff no longer uor.c ;-o play along;the Cherry Lane.Without his long friend, Puff could notbe brave.So Puff that mighty dragon, he slippedInto his cave.

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THE OTHER SAY I MET A BEAR

The other day (repeat)I met a bear (repeat)Up in the woods (repeat)Away up there (repeat)

The other day I met a bear.Up in the woods, away up there.

He said to me (repeat)Why don't you run (repeat)I see you ain't (repeat)Got any gun (repeat)He said to me why don't you run,I see you ain't got any gun.

And so I ran (repeat)Away from there (repeat)And right behind (repeat)Mewas the bear (repeat

And then I saw (repeat)In front of me (repeat)Away up there (repeat)And then I saw in front of me,Away up there a great big tree.

The nearest branch (repeat)Was ten feet up (repeat)I had to jump (repeat)And trust to luck (repeat)The nearest branch was ten feet up.I had to jump and trust to luck.

And so I jumped (repeat)Into the air (repeat)And missed that branch (repeat)Away up there (repeat)And so I jumped into the air,And missed that branch away up there.

How don't you fret (repeat)How don't you frown (repeat)I caught that branch (repeat)Onthe way down (repeat)How d o n ' t you f r e t , now don 't you frownI caught t h a t bran ch on th e way back down.

Tha t ' s a l l the r i s ( r epea t )There a i n ' t no more (re pea t)Unless I meet (repeat)That bear once more (repeat)That's all there is , there ain't no more.Unless I meet that bear once more.

THE WORKOF THE WMVERS

We're all met together here, to sit andto crack,With our glasses in our hands and curwork up on our back.And there's not a trade among them allcan either mend nor mat'

CHORUSIf it was-na* for the work of theweavers,If it was-na' for the weavers whatwould they do?We would-na' have clobber made of ourwool.We would-n a' have a coat , ne it he r bl acenor bl ue, gin (i f) i t was na' fo r the

work of the weavers.The hireman chiels (mill owners) theymock us and crack aye aboot's,They say th at we are th in -f ac ed , bleachedlike cloots (clothes);But yet for a' there mockery they cannado wi" oots,HoJ They canna want the wort of theweavers. (chorus)

There's our wrlghts and our slatersand glaziers and a',Our doctors and our nanisters and themthat live by law,And our friends in South America, thoughthem we never saw,But we know they wear the work of theweavers, (chorus)

The re' s our sa il or s and our so ld ie rs ,we know they're a ' bald.But if thet hadna clothes, faith, theycouldna live for cauld;The high and low, the rich and poor,a'body young and auld They wimma want t h e work of the weavers(chorus)

There's folk that's independent of othertradesma n ' s work,The women need no barbers and c/kersneed no clerk;But non o' them, can do without a coat ora shirt, ~ ~ ____Ho. They canna want they vortr-o-f bheweavers, (chorus)


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LITTLE BOXES

The weaving is a trade that never canfail.As lo n g 's we need a clo th to Keep anothe rhal e jSo let us aye be merry over a bicker ofgood ale,And drink to the health of the weavers.(chorus)

WHISTLE, PADuflTER, WHISTLE

Mother, I would marry, yes, I would bea b r i d e , an d I would have a young manfore ver a t my si d e.For if I ha d a young man, oh how happyI would be, f or I am t i r e d and oh, soweary of my singular i ty.

W h i s t l e , daughter, w hi s t l e , and you sh a l lhave a cow.I cannot w hi st le , mother, I guess I d on ' tsnow how.But i f I had a young man, oh how happyI would be,Fo r I am t i r e d and s o weary of my pr op -r i e t y.

W his t le , daugh ter, wh is t le , and you sh a l lhave a sheep,I cannot whistle mother, I can only weep.

But if I had a young man, oh how happy Iwould be,For I am tired and oh, so weary of myvirginity.

Whistle, daughter, whistle, and you shallhave a man.I cannot whistle, mother ......(whistles)You impudent little daughter, what makesyou whistle now?I'd rather wishtle for a man than fora sheep or cow.

Little boxes on the hillsideLittle boxes made of ticky-tackyLittle boxes, little boxes, little boxesall the sameThere's a green one and a pink one anda blue one and a yellow one

And th e y 'r e a l l made out of ticsy-tacfcyAnd the y a l l look ju st t h e same.

And th er e ar e do ctors and lawye rs andbusiness executivesAnd th e y 'r e a l l made out of ticky-tackyAnd they a l l look ju st the same.

And they a l l p lay on the go lf coursesAnd dr ink t he i r m ar t in i s d ryAnd they a l l have pre t t y chi ldren, , andThe children go to summer campAnd the n to the un iv er si ty .. . ... -And they al l ge t put i n boxes a l l th e

sameAnd th e y 'r e a l l made out of t icky-tackyAnd they a l l look ju s t th e same.

And tt e boys go in to b usine ssAnd marry and raise a familyAnd they a l l ge t pu t in boxes, l i t t l eboxes all the sameAnd th e y 'r e a l l made out of ticfcy-tacky and they a l l look ju st th e same.


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LOVE IS BLUE

Blue blue my world is blueBlue is ay wort:, now I'm without youRed. red. ay eyes ere redCrying for you a long i n my bed

Green green my j e a lo us hea r tI doubted you and now we ' r e apa r t

When we met bow b r i g h t the sun shoneThe loved died, now the rainbow i s gone

Black, b lack the n i g h t s I ' v e anewCrying for you so l o s t and a loneBlue blue my world i s b lueBlue i s my world now I'm wi thout you( r ep e a t )

GRABD AHD GXOBI00S FBBLXMG

What a grand and glorious feelingGlorious feeling, when the bells ofpeace are ringing,Peace are ringing,Peace on Earth, Peace on Earth,Peace on Earth (REPEAT)

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FOOD cavoRiohS FOOD ._.

This i s what we ' re wai t ing To r i f we l i v e t i l l BkAll we ever get is gruelEveryday we say a prayer

Will they change the bill of fareStill we get that same old gruel. 1There's not a crust, not a crumb}Can we find, can we beg, can we borrowor catch?But there's nothing to stop us fromg e t t i n g our t h r i l l s w hen we al l c loseour eyes and imagine food. . .glor ious foodHot sausage and mustardWhile we're in th e moodc o l d j e l l y and cus ta rdp e a s , pudding and savaloyeWhat next 1 B the ques t ion

Rich gentleman having pi es in di ge st io n.Food glorious food.We're anxious t o t r y i t .Three banquets a day-our f a v o r i t e d i e tjust p i c t u r e a g r e a t bi g s t e a k - f r i edroa s t ed or stewedOh food , wonderful foo d, m arvelous fo od,glor ious food.Food glorious foodWhat is the more handsome?Chomp, swallow o r chewS t i l l w o r t h the t i ng ' s ransom *,,What is i t we dream ab out? What bri ng sout a s ighHot peaches and cream about 6 f t . h ighFood glor ious foodJ Each nighfc i n the menu.Jus t loosen your be l t two i n ch es and thenyou wort up a new a p p e t i t e i n t h i s i n t e r l 'There's food, once aga in food fabu lousfood, g lor ious foodFood glorious food.Don't care what i t looks l i k eJus t th ink ing of growing fatOur senses go r e e l i ngOne moment of knowiiig t h a t f u l l upf e e l i n g

Food glo rio us foodWhat wouldn't we g ive for tha t ex t rabig bowlThat's all we live forWhy should we be fated do-donothing, hut brood on food,Magical food, wonderful food,.- marvelousfood, fabulous food, magical food, gloricfood.


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wFABTNG OF THE GBEEH ZOG NIT KE33MOL

Obi - Paddy dear and did you hear the newstha t ' s going ' round?The shamrock i s forbid by law to grow

on I r i sh ground.Sain t P a t r i o t ' s Day no morewe ' l l seep , b is co lor can ' t be seen ,fo r t he re ' s a c rue l l aw a -g in ' thewearing of the green.I met with Happer Tandy, and he toot meby the hand, and he said how's poorould I re la n d, and how does she s tand ?She's the most d is t ress fu l countryth at every you have see n;They're hanging men and women therefor wear- in ' o f the green .

Then i f th e c ol or we must wear i sEngland ' s c rue l red ,Sure I r e l and ' s sons sha l l ne ' e rforget the blood that they have shed.You may take the shamrock from yourha t and ca st i t on the sod,But ' t w i l l t ake root and f lour ishthere , though underfoot ' t i s t rod .

When laws can stop the blad es of gras sfrom grown* as they grow,And when th e le av es i n sum mertime,their verdure dare not show,Then I w il l change the col or th at IWear in my caubeeaBut t i l l t h a t day, p leas e God,I ' l l s t i c k o w e a r i n ' o f the green .

OH FiffiEDOM

Oh Freedom, Oh FreedomOh Freedom over meAnd be for e I be a s la veI ' l l be bu rr ied in my graveAnd go home t o my lo r d and be f r e e .

Never say tha t there i s only dea thfo r you,Though lead on sties may be concealing

days of blue,Because the hour we have hungered isnearBeneath our tread the earth shalltremble, we are here.'Because the hour we have hungered foris nearBeneath our tread the earth shalltremble, we are hereFrom land forth, (repeat)

From land of palm-tree to the far-offland of snow,We s h a ll be coming w ith our torm ent andour woe.And everywhere our blood has aunki n t o t h e e a r t h .Shal l our bravery, our v igo r fo r t h .

We'll have the morning sun to setour day a glowAnd all our yesterdays shall vanishwith the foe.And if the time la long before thesun appearsThen let this song go like a signalthrough the years.

This song was written with our bloodand not with leadIt'a not a song that summer birds singoverhead.It was people among toppling barricades,That aang this song of ours with pistolsand grenades.

2. No more moaning3, No more segregationk. No more Jim Crow


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PUT MI mm DOWN

I had a brother in the infantryI thought you Know'dI had a bro ther in the infa n t ry

Way down t h e ro adHe's got a home and wife and babyHe do n ' t l ik e war and he d o n ' t meanmaybe,He gonna put his name down.

CHORUSPut my name down, brother, where do Ising?I' m gonna jo in the f igh t for pe ace ,Right down th e l i n eAshes to ashes and dust to dus tI f you do n' t s ign up the world goesb u s t , so I'm gonna pu t my name down,

I 've got a s is ter in Port land, MaineI thought you Know'dI 'v e got a s i s t e r in Po rt la nd , MaineWay down th e roadShe lost a son AnzioAnd now she wants the world to KnowShe's gonna put her name down, (chcnrus,)

I ' v got a borther in BirminghamI thought you snow'dI've got a brother in Birmingham

, Way down th e roadHe d on ' t want an ocean t r i pIn a jlmcrow navy on a jimcrow sh ipAnd h e ' s gonna put h i s name down, (c ho ru s)

I 'v e got a bro ther i n S ta l ing radI thought you Know'dI 've got a bro ther in S ta l ingradWay down the roadOn lo t s of th ing s we do n' t agreeBut he wants peacejust l i t e meSo I' m gonna pu t my name down, (c ho ru s)

I 've got bro thers throughtout th i s landI thought you know'dI 've got bro thers throught th i s landWay down the roadProm the Golden Gate to BaltimoreWe a l l say We do n ' t want war J"And w e 'r e gonna put our names down.(chorus)

BITTI.E BUTTY. BABY

Children, go, I wil l send theeHew w il l I send thee?I'm a-gon-na send thee one by oneOne ' s for the l i t t l e b i t ty babyWho's born, born, boraIn Bethlehem.

Children, go, I wil l send theeHow w i l l I send the e?I 'm a-gonna send thee two by twoTwo's for Joseph and MaryOn's fo r t he l i t t l e b i t t y babyWho's born, born, bornIn Bethlehem.

Three's for the three old wise men.

Fo ur 's for the four who stood a t thedoor

Five 's for the Hebrew chi ldren

Six for the s i x who had t o get f ixed

Seven for the seven who wes t t o heaven.


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EVERYBOTJl" LOVES SATURDAY NIGHT THE HAMMER SONG

1. Bo-bo waro f e - r o Sa-to-deta( r e p e a t )Bo-bo v a - r o , bo-bo wa-roBo-bo w a- ro , bo-bo wa-roBo-bo waro f e - r o Sa - to -de h .

2 . Everybody love s Saturday nigh t . -( r e p e a t )Ev'rybody, Everybody, Ev'rybodyev'rybody, ev ' rybody lovesSaturday n ight .

3. French:Tout le monde aime Samedi soir.

k. Yiddish:Jeder eyne hot lieb Shabaa ba nacht.

5. Chinese:Ren ren si huan li pai lu.

6. Russian:Vsiem nravitsa sabbota vietcheram.

7. Czech:Kazhdi ma rad sabotu vieteher.

8. Spanish:A todoe l e s gusta la noche delSabado,

JENNY JFjaONS

Will you wear red, oh my d e a r , ohmy dear? Oh w il l you wear re d, JennyJenkins?I won t wear red , i t ' s th e color of myh e a r , 1 11 buy me a fol-dy rol-dy t i l -dy tol-dy seek a double use a cozy r o l l -t o findme--roll--Jennie J e n k i n s , r o l l .Q. Will you wear green?A. I' m ashamed t o be see n. .0,. W ill you wear blue ?A. The co lo r ' s t oo t ru e .Q,. W ill you wear yellow ?A. I 'd never ge t a fe l low.Q. W ill you wear purple ?A. I t ' s t he co lo r of a t u r t l e .Q. Wat w i l l you wear?A. 0, what do you car e i f I j u s t go

b a r e ? . . .

If I had a hammerI'd hammer in the morningI'd hammer in the eveningAll over this landI'd hammer out dangerI'd hammer out a warningI'd hammer out love between my brothersand my sistersAll over this land.

If I had a bellI'd ring it in the morningI'd ring it in the eveningAll over this landI d ring it out danger

ring it out a warningring it out love between my brothers

and my sisters,All over this land.

I'dI'd

If I had a song, I'd sing itin the morningI'd aint it in the everdngAll over this landI'd sing out dangerI d eing out warningI'd sing out love between my brothersand my sisters, ^ -All over this

Well, I've got a hammer, and I ve geta bellAnd I've got-a song to sing ll overthis landIt s the hammer of justiceIt's the bell of freedomIt's the song about love between mybrothers and my sistersAll over this land.


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BDSH LITTLE BABY SIHG ALOHG-

H u sh , l i t t l e b a b y, d o n ' t yo u s a ya word ,Mama'a gonna buy you a mocking b i r d1 . I f t h a t mocking b i rd don ' t s i ng ,mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring2 , I f th a t d iamond r in g tu r ns b ra ss ,mama's gonna buy you a loosing glass.3 I f th a t lo o t ing g la ss ge ts b roke ,mama's gonna buy you a bi l l y go at ;h. I f t ha t b i l l y goa t won ' t p u l l ,mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull;5. I f t ha t c a r t and bu l l t u rn ove r,mama's gonna buy you a dog named Rover;6 . If th at dog named Rover w on 't b a rsmama's gonna buy you a hors e and c a r t ;7 . I f tha t horse and car t fa l l down,y o u ' l l be the sweetes t l i t t l e baby intown.

I ge t bu t t e r f l i e s i n my stomach,wben-ever I s t a r t t o s i ng ,And when I'm at a i-cro-yhone,I shane l ime any thing. But i f y o u ' l lhol ler r igh t ou t loud , 'causeI'm. ne rvo us , lonesome, butI'm swell when I'm a crowd.

Chorus

Sing along, (s ing along) sing a long ,( s ing a long ) , and l u s t s ing" la la l a l a l a" i f you don ' tKnow th e so ng . Y o u 'l l coicKly l ea rnthe music , y o u ' l l f ind yourself a word,'cause when we sing together we'll beheard .

Oh when I need a r a i s e i n pay,I have to ash my boss,If I go see him by myself,I'm . j u s t a t o t a l l o s s ,But i f we go together,I l l do my par t r igh t p r e t ty ,'Cause I'm awfully nervous lonesomeBut I make a fin e com mittee (c ho ru s)

My congres sman 's important,He hob-nobs with bi g bi z,He aeon fo rge ts the guys and gal sWho pu t him where he i s .I ' l l j u s t w r i t e him a l e t t e rTo t e l l him what I need,With a hundred thousand signaturesWhy, even he can read, ( chorus)

Oh, l i f e i s fu l l o f p roblems,The w or ld 's a funny pl ac e,I sometimes wonder why the hellI joined the human race,But when we work togetherI t a l l seems r i gh t and t rueI'm an awful no thin g toy myselfBut I'm Okay with you. (chorus)

And when I say "to ge th er "I don't mean one or twoI t ' s black and wh ite and yellowCa thol ic , Pro tes ta n t and Jew;The worker and the farmerThe sa i l o r on the seeI t ' s you and you and you and youAnd him and he r and me. (ch or us )


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I M OH MY WAY UHIVERSAL SOLDIER

1 . I 'm on my way and I wo n't tu rnbact (U)

2 . I aated my sister come go with me.3 . I asted my cap ta in t o l e t me go.k. If he says no I ' l l go anyhow5. I'm on my way, to freedom's land.

SLOOP JQHH B .

We come on the Sloop John BMy grandfather and meRound Bassau town we did roam

Drlnting all nightGot into a fightI feel so breat upI want to go home.

So hoist up the John B SailsSee how the main sail setsCall for the captain ashoreLet me go home

Let me go homeI want to go homeI feel so treat upI want to go home

The first mate he got drunKBrotte up the people's truntsConstable had to come and tate himaway.Sheriff John StoneWhy d o n 't you lea ve me aloneI feel so breaK upI want t o go home.

He 's five foo t two and h e' s si x fe etfourHe fights with missies and with spearsHe's all of 31 and he's only ITBeen a soldier for a thousand years

He's a catholic, a Hindu, and An Atheist,a JaineA Bud dist and a B ap tis t and a JewAnd he Knows he s h o ul d n 't tr il l and heKnows he alway s w i l lK il l you fo r me and me my fri en d fo r you.He s f i g h t i n g far Canada, he 's f ig ht in gfor FranceHe's fighting fox the USAHe's fighting for Russia, he's fightingfor JapanAnd he thlnKs he'll put an end to warthis way.

He's fighting for democracy, he'sfighting for the redsHe says it's for the peace of allHe's the one who gives his body as theweapon of the warAnd without him all this Killing can't goon

But with out him how could H it le r havecondemned Mm at LavarWithout him, Ceasar would have stoodaloneHe 's the one who giv es h is body as theweapon of the warAnd withou t him a l l th is Kil l in g ca n ' tgo onHe's the universal soldier and he reallyis to blameHis orders come from fa r away no moreThey come from him and you and me, andb r o t h e r s c a n ' t you seeThis is not the way to put an end to war.


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THE CAT CAME BACK 3.0Y ?C.-i SALS

Old Mr, Johnson had troubles ofhis own

He had a yellow cat that wouldn'tleave ais home

Ee tried and tried, he tried sohard to give the cat away

But the cat cane back the verynext dayThe cat caae back they thoughthe was a goner

But the cat cans back, he justcouldn't stay away.......

The man around the corner sworehe'd kill the cat on sight

He leaded up his shotgun withnails and dynamite

He waited and waited for the catto cone around

Hut 97 >oices of the nan were allthey found and the cat caae back

He gave it to H little boy witha dollar noto

Told the boy to take it out ina boat

Tied a rock around his neck itmust have weighted a pound

Now they're dragging the river'cause tho little boy was drowned.

CIO '.TJ3;Have it to a aan who was going way

out westTold the aian to give it to theone he loved the best

First the train hit the trackthen it lumped the rail

Not a soul was left to tell thegruesome tale

CHCIUS;At on boras- fell in the middle

of MayThe H-bosfb fell tho very next claykussia went , Sag land" w ent ou t,

tiers' s noth ing sac-re to sayCH0..1US:

One boyt Boy for saleHe's going cheap. Only 2

guineasThat or there aboutsSmall boy rather pale from

lack of sleepFeed bin gruel dinners.

stop bin getting stoutIf 1 should say he wasn'tvary greedy

I coul-i not-I'd be tellingyou a tale.

One bo y, boy for saleCone take a pe ak, Have ycu

ever seen as nice a boyfor sale

AUNT flCDY

0-o tell Aunt 'body,3-0 tell Aunt ihosy,3c tell Aunt Xhody,The old grey goose is dead

The one she's been savin'( 3 tines)

To make a feather bod.

She died in the mill-pond(3 times)

A-st3.nd.in' on her head

The 05lins are cryin"(3 tines)'Cause their no-uny's dead.

The gander's mournin 1(3 tines)

'Cause his wife is deadAPIIL COMH S-F3 ILLApril ooas she wil l ,T-c-n streams are ripe,

And swelled with rain

Hay she will stay,lea ting in my arms again.June aha'11 change bar tneIn restless walks she'll

promenadeJuly she will flyAnd give no warning to her

flight.August die sac mustThe mutu'.iD. winds grow chilly

and cold.September I'll rcoeabsri*nd love once naw has now

grown old.
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PtlNKY'S DIL3MMA BLOT/111* IN T.Tl 7IMTJ

Wish I was a KeHogg'sCornflake

Floatin' in ay bowl to-kin'movies

lelaxin' awhile, livin' iristyleTalkin' to a m i sin woo1cssiorm'ly plays L.A.

Casually glancing at his toupee7ish I was an Inglish nuffin'Bout to make the most out of

T -toasterI'd case myself flownGonin' up brownI prefer noysanaarryMore than any ordinary jamI'a a Citizens for Boyseriborry

Jaa fan.fih, South CaliforniaIf I become a first lieutenantTfould you jut ay photo on your

pianoTo Mary janeBoot " r ish3S, Martin.(Old lager draft-dodgerLeavia* by the basorient door).Everybody knows what he'sTippytoeing down thore for.

COTfOH SQH3

Chen I was a little hr&yMy cother rocked no In

the cradleIn then old cotton fields

back hone (2)CX'.'IUS:Ch when thssa cotton booIs

get rottonYou couldn't pick very vjuoh

cotton fields back hcn&

It was down in. LouisianaJust a ails fro-3 ?exarkannIn tlien old cotton fields

at homo

lovr aany T O ads must a aariwalk down

Before you call him a manYes, 'n 1 how many seas must

a whits dove sailT)of re she sleeps in the sandBlow aany tines must the cannon

balls flyBefore they're forever

banned?The- answer ny friend is

blowin' an the windHow many times mrust a man

look upBefore ho can so the skyYos, 'n' how aany ears must

one man haveBefore he can hear people cryYes, 'n' how aany deaths

will it takeill ho knows that too many

people have died?The answer, my friend, is

blowin 1 in the windTii answer ia bio in' in

the wind

How a.any years can a mountainexist

Before it is washe3 to the seaYas, 'n' how aany years cansome people existBefore they're allowed te> be

free.Yos, r n f how many tines can

n, man turn, hi a headPretending he ju3t doesn't

see?The answer ay friend, is

blowin 1 in the wind,?ac answer is blowin' in the

wind


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^

-26^

Fakin' It

hunen~_sh.e goes, she's g6ne.IX she stays, stays here.The girl does what she wants to do.She knows what she wants to do,And I know I'm fakin* it.I'm not really siakla' i t .I'm such a dubious soul,And a walk in the gardenlears ae down.Tangeled in the fallen, vines,Picin 1 up the pueh lines,I've just been fakin' it.Not really raakin' it.Is there any danger?No, no , not reallyJust lesux on me.

?oSr nrrenx1ly%liIn^or8 honestly.I've just been fakin' i t .I'm not rea lly makin.' it .This feeling of fakin' i t I still haven't shaken it.Prior to this lifetime1 surely was a taylor.(Good morning, Mr. Leitch,Have you had a busy day?)

Wnen 1 First Cape To This Land

Vhen I first came to tnla.-l na' ,I was not a wealthy man.So I got myself a shack,I done what I could.Call m y sha ck, break ay back}But the land was sweet and good;I done what I could.

Call niy cow, Ho : milk no'*/}Call my shack, break my back:'inen I first c-une to this land,I was not a wealthy man.So I got myself a cow,I done what I could.Call vny cow, no oiilk now;Call my shack, break my backBut the land was sweet and goodI done wnat I could,

similarlyjSo I got myself a duck etc.Call ray duck, out of luck.

So I got myself a wife, etc.Call my wif e, run for your life

I own the taylor s face and hands .X am the taylors face and hands and So I got myself a son, etc.I know I'm fakin" it,I'm not really makkn' it.This feeling of fakin' i t I still haven't shaken it.

Sinner Man1. Oh sinner man , where you gonnarun toOh sinner man, slier e you gonnarun toOh svrniar man, where you gonna runto*11 on that day,2. Ru n to the rockrock was amountainX, Ru ^ to the seaaea was a boiling

.Run to the Lord-Lord won't youh d e me

Call my son, My work's done.

God Bless AmericaGod bless AmericaLand that I loveStand beside her, and guide herThrough the night with the lightfrom above.From the .mountaina, to the prairiesTo the ocean, white with foamGod bless America, my homesweet ho me .God bless America, my home sweethone.

6. to the devil-devil was a waitingn sinner man, you should have


26/32

-27-

THE PO'VER Sim TEB GLO RY

C'mcn and take a walk with moth rough this .romi andgrowing land,

V a Ik through the me ad r; a andthe mountains and the sand,

Valh through the val leys andthe rivors arid the plains,

17a. Ik th rough the sun and walk-through tho rain.

ChorusH e r e ' s a land full of p o w r

and glor;' ,beauty that v/.;rds cannot

recallOh her power si:all rest on tho

strength of ho r f reedom,Her glory shal l root on us a l l .

From Colorado, Kansas and theCarol inas , too ,

VI r.. .1 a and Alaska , f r om t sold to tho new,

To^as and Ohio and the Calif .shore,

To l l mo vrho cou ld ask fo r more ,(chorus)

Tot sho ' c only as rich as thepoorest of the poo r,

On ly as free as a padlockedprison door,Only as s trong as our love- for

this land,Only as tall as v:e s tand,(chorus)

C 'rion and take a walk wi th aioth rough this green andgrovfin 1 l and ,

'. ilk throug h the me ad ore and.the mountains and the sand,

Wal k through, the valleys andthe rivers and the p la i ns ,Walk through the sun and walkth rough tho ra in ,

(chorus)

VIET MAE SOBfr

V/ell come on al l you bigstrc-ru. m e n ,

Uncle Sam needs your help again,He ' s i. ; himself ID . a terrible

.jamI .'ay down yonder in Vie t h'amS o p ut d o TC your bo ok s, p... c. >

up a gun,he're gonna have a lot of fun

ChorusVai'd 'i t~ '3 o n e , t \ ro , t hr e eWhat a r c wo f i g h t i n g f o rJDon't a sk mc I d o n ' t '.:..ve a

damnJTozt a t on i s Vi e t HamAnd i t ' s f .ve s i x sevenOpen up the p e a r l y gat -s.To 11 t he r e oi n ' t no time to

wondor whyWhoopee I To'r e gonna die

Come on Vail St re et d o n ' t b eslow

1.13.V. t h i s war is a r e a l go - goT h e r e ' s p l e n t y of m on ey t o he

madehy s u p p l y i n g tho a rray w i th th e

t o o l s o f i t ' s t r a d eSo just hope and j r ay that when

t h e y d r o p t h e newt bomb,They drop i t on t h e Vie t Cong( c h o r u s )

Come mothers nnd f a t h e r sthroughout t h e l an d

Send y o u r boyc o f f t o Yi c t HamCi'Tsie on - Hove f a s t - D on ' t

h e s i t a t eSend you r boys of i ' * before i t ' a

O ..- w .:. -. If . . . . . . . a *The ii; you :.:.:: h- th - f i rs t one;

0:1 y our blockTo ho i your son come hone ina ho^

by lt;;ii3 . i.V- ; 1 '.'. ;.. -O-t-'-JJi

1. I am a weary and lonesometraveler (3)

, I've beau a travo1in on.2 . I 've traveled with the rich

and with the poor3. I 've traveled in the mount-

wins and down in the val ley


27/32

-28-

America Worried Man Blues

Let us be lovers,He'll marry our fortunes together.I've got some real estateHere in my bag.So we bought a pack of cigarettes,And Mrs. Vagner*s pies,And walked offTo looZ< for Ame rica.Kathy, I said,As we boarded a Greyhound in

Pittsburgh,Michigan seems like a dream tc me

now.It took rae four daysTo hitchhike from Saginaw.I've cotne to look for Americ a.Laughing on the busPlaying games with the face s,She said the man in the garbardinesuit as a spy.I said, be careful,His bo w tie is really a cameraToss me a cigarette,I think there's one in my raincoat.He smoked the last one an hour ago.So I looked at the scenery,Sha read her magazine;And. the moon rose over an ooenfieldKathy, I'm lost, I saidThough I knew she was sleepingI'merapty and aching andT don't know why.Counting the carsOn the Nov/ jorsey TurnpikeThey 've all cotneTo look for AmericaAll come to look for AmericaAll come to look for Saarica.

It takes a worried man toSing a worried song.It takes a worried man toSing a worried song.It takes a worried man toSing a worried songI'm worried now, But I won't

be worried long.

I went across tne river, andI lay clown to sleep. (3 times)

'lien I woke up , I had shackleson my feet.

Twenty-nine links of caainaround my leg, (3 times)

And on each link an initialof ay name.

I asked tne judge wnat mightbe iay fine (3 times)

"Twenty- one years on the P..C.Mountain Line."

The train arrived, sixteencoaches long (3 times)

The girl I love is on thattrain and gone.

I looked down that track,

as far as I could see (3 times)Littl e bitty hand was wavingafter me .

If anyone ashes you who composedthis song (3 times)

Tel l him it was I, and I sungit all day long.

Joan, Joan_

Joan, Joan, Joan, Joanlinen will I see thee wed?I will marry at thy willAt thy will.


28/32

-29>

The Strangest Dream

Last night I had the strangestdreamI'd ever dreamed beforeI'-d.,nbroaiaed tae world had allagree'dTo put an end to war.

I dreamed I saw a mighty room,And the room was filled with men.And tiie papers they were signingsaidThey'd never fight again.

And the people in the streetsbelow."fere dancing round and round.While swords and guns and uniforms'fere scattered on the ground,

The Cruel War.

The cruel war is ragingJohnny has to fightI want to be with himFrom morning to nightT want to be with himIt grieves my heart soWon' t you let tae go with youNo my love no .

Tomorrow is SundayMonday is the dayThat your captain will call youAnd you must obey.Your captain will callIt grieves my heart soWon't you let me go with youNo my love no .

I'll tie back my hairMen's clothing I'll put onI'll march as your comradeAs we march alongI'll pass as your comradeNo one will ever knowWon't you let me go with youNo my love no.

The Cruel J a r (contfd)

Oh johnny, Oh JohnnyI feel you are unkindI love you far betterThan all of mankind.I love you far betterThan words can ere expressWon* t ycu let me g o with youYes my love yes.

Consider Yoursalf

Consider yourself at homeConsider yourself one of the

familyWe've taken to you so strongIt's clear we're going to

get along.

Consider yourself well inConsider yourself part of thefurnature

There isn't a lot to spareWho cares?'Thatever we've got we shareIf it should chance to be, we

should see some harder days,Empty larder days, why grouse?Always a chance we'll meetSomebody to foot tne bill,Th en the drinks are on the house.Consider yourself our mate.*...- -

We don't want' to. have no fussFor after some consideration,we can state

Consider yourself one of u s .Nobody tries to be lah-di-dah

and uppityThere's a cup of tea for allOnly it's wise to be handy with -

a rolling pinWhen the landlord comas to callConsider yourself our matee don't want to have no fussFor after somo consideration

we can stateConsider yourself one of us .


29/32

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i Ain' t Marching Anymore

Well I marched to the battle ofNew OrleansAt the end of the early BritishWarThe young land started growingThe young blood started flowing,

3ut I ain't marching anymore-.For I stole California from theMexican lands.Fought in. the bloody Civil tfar.I saw many men a lyin'I heard, many more a dyin 1But I ain't marching anymore.chorusIt's always the old to lead us tothe warIt's always the young to fall

No w look at all we wonWith a sabre and a gunTel l me is it worth it all?Well I marched to the battle ofthe German trench.In a war that was bound to end all

The Keeper Of The Eddystone fright

Oh, ray father was the keeper ofthe Eddystone Light,He slept with a mermaid one finenightFroni this union there came three:A porpoise , a porgy, and the otherwas me.Yo, Ho , Ho , the wind blows free,Oh, for a life on the rolling sea.One night as I was a triuimin* ofthe glim,A-singin* a verso fo the eveningh y m n ,A voice from the starboard shoutedahoy,And there was me mother asittingon a bouy.CHORUS

Oh, what has become of my childrenthreeMy mother then she asked of me.One was exhibited as a talkingfish *|| ,The other was served in a chafingdish.CHORUSa r s The huosphorus flashed in her

Though I must have killed a aiillion saawee a_ iiaire e n I looked again and my mother wasn'tAnd now they want me back again thereBut I ain't a-marching anymore. A voice came echoin' out of the

nightFor I flew the final mission in To hell with the keeper of thethe Japanese sky Eddystone light.Set off the mighty mushroom cloudNhen I saw the cities burnia 1I knew that I was learnin'That I ain't a-inarchin' anymore S t u d Y . " a r . N o More .onna Lay down ray sword and shield

Do wn by the riversid e, down by thehorusNow the labor union's screamingwhen they close the sniaile pl ants riverside,

United Fruit screams at the Cuban D o w i b ^ t n e riversideshoreCall it peace or call it treason

Call it love or call it reasonBut I ain't a-marching anymoreBut I ain't a-marching anymore.

Gonna lay down my aword and shieldDown by the riverside, and study

war no more.CHORUSI ain't gonna study war no moreAin't gonna study war no more,Ain't gonna study war no more,

I'm gonna lay down, my burdenDown b y the riverside....I'm goroia walk with that prince

of peace.,..Down by the riverside,....I'm gonna join hands with everyone

Down by the riverside.


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HiroshimaI co-vio and s tand a t over7 doorYet none can hoar 317 s i l e n t t r e a dI knock and yot rewam unseenFor I aii dead, For I am dead

I'm only seven the 1 I diedIn Hiroshima long ago'dm seven now as I was thenwhen children die, they do not grow

Hv ha i r was schorched by swirl ingflames

yv eves grow d i m , my eyes gre wb l i n d

D e a t h catne and turned mv bon es t odust

And that wa s scattered by the wind

I need no fruit;, I need no r iceI need no swe ets , not even breadI ask for nothing for rrrselfFor I am dead, for I am dead

All I ask is that for peaceiron ii :-.ht toda y, you f ight todaySo that the children of the worldcan live and dance and sing and

play

ghis Land Is To or Land

CHORDS - This land is your- land,this land is my landProm California to t:?.o i'iev? York

Is land,Prom the redwood, forest TO the

Gulf St roam watersThis land was made for you and mo

A s I ';.'a.3 walk .ng that ribbon ofh fbway

U s aw above me t*>at cndIonssl-:--wayI saw be low mo that golden valley.Th is land, wa s made for you ;'-, me(nhorns)

Ahon th e si 1 ) came shinning, and Iwas strolling

T'' r n, h t' 1.0 who a f.. o Id s wa i n,";,arc the dust clouds ro l l ing .

As the fo t was 7 if ting a voicewas chanting.

This land wa s m ade fo r you. and me(chorus.)

i've roamed and rambled and~ , followed-my footsteps.To tiao sparkling sane, of ne-r

diamond desert .And' all3around m e , a voice wassoundLngThis land was made for you ?: mo

(chorus).'.on That T'.-o B u f f a l o ' s Gone

Can you remember the t i m e That vou hava held vv.ur head

hir.hAnd t o l d a l l your f r iends of

your T:"d 1 an claimsProud , good lady and proud,

good, n a n ,Tour great great grandfather f rom

Indian blood sprang

And y ou feel in your heart forthese ones ..;..-.

Oh it's v/ritten in* Sfl'sanu msongs ,-**,

That wo've been mi 31re atod andwronged

bel l over and over I hear theSJ woro.s

Prom ou good lady, f rom you,good man.

To ll l is ten to mo if you carewhere wo stand

And J G U foal you're a part ofthose ones

Then a wa r between nations isl o s t

The l o s o r vr-i 'mow p a y s t h e cost'-:v.t ov0u v/hen a' ;o you done to these

onesHas a change come abou t , OneIs

SamOr- .are you s t i l l t a k i n g o u r l a n dA t r e a t y f o r e v e r , George ' f a s h -

ing, t o n -s 1 p.: na dHe did dear l a d y , h& d id d e ar manAn", t he t r e a t y ' s being broken by

Tinzua DarnAnd . hat w i l l - ou do fo r t h e s e

o n e s ? c e n t . p g . 3 2


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Rise And Shine

Rise and shine and give God yourglory glory

Rise and shine and give God yourglory, glory

Rise and shin and give-God yourglory, glory

Children of the Lord.The Lord said to NoahThere's gonna be a floody floodyThe Lord said to NoahThera ' s g'ortn.a b a f l o o d y f l o o d y

Get your children out of themuddy muddy

Children of the Lord,

So Noah he built himHe built him an arky arkyNoah he built himHe built him an arky arky

Which Side Are You On?

Cpme all of you good workersGood news to you I'll tellOf how the good old unionHas come in here to dwell.

Don1 t scab for the bossesDon't listen to their liesUs poor folks don 1t have a chanceUnless we organize..,,

CHORUS

They say in Karlera countyThere are no neutrals thereYou either be a union man gV;'


32/32

- 33-Johnny I Hardly Knew You THii TIHSS TH3Y ARi A"CHANGING

"ith. your drums and runs, andguns and drums

'7:1th your drums and runs, andguns and drums

nooroo, Fooroor/:..th. your drums and guns, and

guns and drums0, Bar ling dear yov. look so queerJohnny I hardly knew you.

vhore are your eyes that wore somild

hero are your eyes that were somild

Hooroo, HoorooBore are your eyes that were so

mildThat once my heart diet so bo ; uxlgitb.y did y ou run from me and the

childJohnny I hardly knew you,

V/here are the legs that used torun Hooro o, Hooroo

'vhere are the legs that u3ed torun Hooroo, Hooroo

When first you went for to carrya gun

Indeed your dancing days are doneJohnny I hardly knew you.

You haven't an arm, you haven'ta leg, Hocroo, HoorooYou haven't an arm, you haven'ta leg, Hooroo, Hooroo

You're a boneless, spineless,cMck enlos a, egg

You'll have to be put with a bowlto beg

Johnny I hardly knew you.

They're rolling our the gunsagain, Hooroo, Hooroo

They're rolling out ifche gunsagain, Hooroo, Hooroo

But they never vt 11 take our ionsagain

No, they never vi 11 take our sonsagain

J ohnny, ~i*m a we ari ng to you.

(1 ) Come gather round peoplewiierever -you roam

And admit that tne watersaround you have grown

And accept it that soonyou* 11.be drenched to thebone

If your time to you is worthsavin'

And you better start swimmingor you'll sink like astone

For taa times t/iey are aChanging

(2 ) Corns s e n a to r s and cof tf^ ress-men please h e e d thgpca l l

D o n ' t s t a n d i n t n e de||iraysd o n ' t b l o c k ua.yfche ; b.ll

F o r he who get*be he who hT h e r e ' s a b u t t '

and i t ' s ru^I t ' 11 soon snsi

windewa andwalls

For the times they are : a'changing z

(3) Come mothers and fathersthroug;iou| tne land

And don't criticise whatyou can't understandYour sons an your daughtersare oeyon-1 your command

Your olJ r.id is rapidlyagin'

Please -get oat of tne newone if you can't lend anan

For the times they are a'enftagiag

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