The river flows, it flows to the sea
Wherever that river goes that´s where I want to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town
All they wanted was to be free
and that´s the way it turned out to be
Flow river flow, let your waters wash down
Take me from this road to some other town
Flow river flow, pass the shady tree
Go river go, go to the sea
Flow to the sea
When you're weary, feeling small,
When tears are in your eyes, I will dry them all;
I'm on your side. When times get rough
And friends just can't be found,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
When you're down and out,
When you're on the street,
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you.
I'll take your part.
When darkness comes
And pains is all around,
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down.
Sail on silvergirl,
Sail on by.
Your time has come to shine.
All your dreams are on their way.
See how they shine.
If you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind.
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I'm just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have scattered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbles
Such are promises, all lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and 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
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
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 every 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
cecilia
Cecilia, you're breaking my heart,
You're shaking my confidence daily.
Oh Cecilia, I'm down on m my knees,
I'm begging you please to come home.
Come on home
Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia
Up in my bedroom,
I got up to wash my face
When I come back to bed,
Someone's taken my place.
Jubilation,
She loves me again,
I fall on the floor and lie laughing
Jubilation,
She loves me again,
I fall on the floor and lie laughing.
drunken
sailor
(traditional shantie sung by captain tractor)
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
What do you do with a drunken sailor?
early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
early in the morning
Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
Shave his belly with a rusty razor.
early in the morning
Throw him in the back of the paddy wagon.
Throw him in the back of the paddy wagon.
Throw him in the back of the paddy wagon.
early in the morning
Throw him in a hole with the Captain's daughter.
Throw him in a hole with the Captain's daughter.
Throw him in a hole with the Captain's daughter.
early in the morning
Put him in the lock up till he's sober.
Put him in the lock up till he's sober.
Put him in the lock up till he's sober.
early in the morning
I hear the drizzle of the rain
Like a memory it falls
Soft and warm continuing
Tapping on my roof and walls
And from the shelter of my mind
Through the window of my eyes
I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets
To England where my heart lies
My mind distracted and diffused
My thoughts are many miles away
They lie with you when you're asleep
And kiss you when you start your day
And a song I was writing is left undone
I don't know why I spend my time
Writing songs I can't believe
With words that tear and strain to rhyme
And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without belief
The only truth I know is you
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary path and die
I know that I'm like the rain
There but for the grace of you go I
mr.tambourine man
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
For once she was atrue love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without any seam or fine needlework
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Where water never sprung, nor drop of rain fall
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Oh, will you find me an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the sea foam and the sea sand
Or never be a true love of mine
Oh, will you plough it with a lamb's horn
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And sow it all over with one peppercorn
Or never be a true love of mine
Oh, will you reap it with a sickle of leather
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And tie it all up with a peacock's feather
Or never be a true love of mine
And when you have done and finished your work
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Then come to me for your cambric shirt
And then shall be a true love of mine
She moves through the fair
My young love said to me
My mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
It will not be long now
Till our wedding day
And she went away from me
And she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her
Move here and move there
And then she went onwards
Just one star awake
Like the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
Last night she came to me
My dead love came in
So softly she came
Her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me
And this she did say
It will not be long now
Till our wedding day
silence
(written by Lluis Llach sung by walkabouts)
if you have to silence me
do it now, do it now
while I can still say no
and you have nothing, with which to bribe me
I don't want to wait
do it now, do it now
while I can still feel
all the horror, weighing heavy
it doesn't hurt me none
to keep my mouth, firmly closed
you are the ones who made
these words, from the silence
I don't want to wait
till time, rusts the weapons
I don't want this fear
to have more time, with which to beat me
If ya have to silence me
do it now, do it now
while I still have the hands
to trade this guitar, for another
It doesn't anger me
to keep my mouth, firmly closed
you are the ones who made
these words, from the silence (x2)
If ya have to silence me
do it now, do it now
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly 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 cobblestone,
'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
That 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
And 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 raindrops fell,
And 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 sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
To every thing, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn,turn,
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, 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
To everything, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything, turn, turn, turn,
There is a season, turn, turn, turn,
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late
(written by Pete Seeger based on book of Ecclastiastes)
