The Kingston Trio - Best Of The Decca Years [compilation] (1999) by The Kingston Trio (보컬) on maniadb.com

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Oh, we'll stay awhile to fight awhile. We'll never want to leave ya.
Oh, we'll stay awhile to fight awhile 'til we come back to see ya.

As we were walkin' down to Wales one day we chanced upon young Tommy Clancy
And we called to him, "Could you go a drink?" Said he "boys, That's my fancy!"

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Oh, we drank to Tommy and he did the same. We drank to all his hellish brothers
And we drank to home and to girls we've know and we had one for our mothers.

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And then we sang those songs we sang before. We sang that we would drink forever.
When the last drops passed our lips that day, we sang this song together.

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Sittin' by the window, waitin' for the dawn. Waitin' for a girl a-long time gone.
Long time gone is a lonesome sound. Long time blues is a hard way done.

Walkin' by the river. Walkin' in the rain. Down by the depot waitin' for the train.
Long time gone is the evening train. Long time blues is an achin' pain. Long time blues is an achin' pain.

Listen to the sparrow singin' their song. Listen for a voice a long time gone.
Long time gone is a silent song. Long time blues keep a-comin' on. (Repeat first verse)

Long time blues is a hard way down.

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I have been a rover. I have walked alone. Hiked a hundred highways. Never found a home.
Still and all, I'm happy. The reason is, you see, once in a while, along the way, love's been good to me.

There was a girl in Denver before the summer's storm. Oh, her eyes were tender. Oh, her arms were warm,
And she could smile away the thunder. Kiss away the rain and even though she's gone away, you won't hear me complain.

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There was a girl in Portland before the winter chill. We use to go a-courtin' along October hill,
And she could laugh away the dark clouds. Cry away the snow. It seems like only yesterday as down the road I go.

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Once in a while along the way, love's been good to me.

They come in their summery dresses and jackets so fine, the rich folks who measure success with a big dollar sign.
They gaze with delight with the rocks and the scraggly pines. The come in the Spring and they stay 'til the Fall
On Paradise Mountain away from it all.

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Stubble and stone make a hard row to how. What little will grow, the drought will kill.
The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain but we call it Poverty Hill.

They say we have beautiful faces as grainy as wood. Yeah, they'd like to live here of all places if only they could.
Well, we don't get those wood, grainy faces from livin' too good. It's the rocks and the sun and dust and the heat.
It's too much of work and too little to eat.

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They pack and say what a pity that they have to go. They say that Old Smokey's so pretty all covered with snow,
But how we get through the winter they never will know. No lard for the pantry. No grist for the meal
And winter's are cold over Poverty Hill.

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Yes, we call it Poverty Hill.

Little winds sing a song of the sun in the sky and I know, like the wind, the songs will always be there.
In your hair, soft and warm, light of dawn, shining fair, in your voice, as you sing, the songs will always be there.

Little winds (in your hair) sing a song (soft and warm) of the sun (light of dawn) in the sky (shining fair)
And I know (in your voice), like the wind (as you sing), the songs will always be there.

Little wines are the kiss of the fruit from the earth and I know, there I taste surely the sweetest of all.
In your lips, sweet as dew, on the vine in the fall. The first kiss from your lips is surely the sweetest of all.

Little wines (in your lips) are the kiss (sweet as dew) of the fruit (on the vine) from the earth (in the fall)
And I know (the first kiss) there I taste (from your lips) is surely the sweetest of all.

Little stars (in your eyes) twinkle bright (like the sky) in the still (of the night) sky above (it is true)
And I know (that I love) only you (only you) wish it so to be true. Wish it so to be true.

The old gate is rusting in the rain. Children, comin' home from school, no longer skim their pebbles on the old town creek
That just around the bend becomes a pool.

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And we've all grown older. Come see where we have been out here rusting in the rain.

The old house is creaking in the rain. Lovers, comin' down the hill, no longer stop to linger by the old dead tree
They took away for lumber to the mill.

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The old world is dying in the rain. The summer coming, every year, no longer stops to wonder as it goes along its way
Did anybody ever leave here?

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The moments turn to hours and the hours turn to days and I've seen so many lost ones pass away.
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.

The hill sides are so lovely in their springtime fine array but I've seen too many flowers fade away.
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.

The lovers pass by my window never caring if they stray but I've seen so many lovers lose their way.
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.
And they're gone. Yes, they're gone. They are gone to stay.

He awe mai au, lei pakalana
E ia one pua, lei pakalana

He awe mai au, lei poni moie
E ia one pua, lei awapuhi

Haina i mai, ana kapuana
E ia one pua, lei pakalana (repeat this verse)

Dance to the circle, watch it grow. Turning like forever, movin' slow.
It's only a moment, yes, I know. Children of the morning told me so.

Burn with the fire, make it bright. Lost within the space of outer sight.
One lonely flame against the night. Children of the morning, make it light.

Worn by a voice upon the breeze, glistened by the waters rollin' free.
Hidden in the color of a tree. Children of the morning, it is thee.

Stand upon the mountain, it is done. Watch them at the cross roads as they come.
Blinded by another winter's sun. Children of the morning, you have won.

(Repeat first verse)

I was lookin' at the sun. Pardon me, I didn't know it can't be done. I was lookin' at the sun. I was lookin' at the sun.

I was callin' back my youth. Pardon me, did you want to use the booth? I was callin' back my youth. I was callin' back my youth.

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I don't listen to the fools that are makin' up the rules. I'm a-havin' too much fun.
Doin' what I wanta, hit and run. Doin' what I wanta hit and run. Hit and run. Hit and run. Hit and run.

So my world is made of paint, pardon me, I didn't know that you're a saint. So my world is made of paint. So my world is made of paint.
You are lookin' for the truth. Pardon me, I think your poodles on the roof. You are lookin' for the truth. You are lookin' for the truth.

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I may never be that good. Pardon me, I never said I ever would. I may never be that good. I may never be that good.

(Repeat first verse and chorus)

Let me be a little kinder. Let me be a little blinder. To the faults of those about me, let me praise a little more.
Let me be, when I am weary, just a little bit more cheery. Think a little more of others and a little less of me.

Let me be a little braver when temptation bids me waver. Let me strive a little harder to be all that I should be.
Let me be a little meeker with a brother that is weaker. Let me think more of my neighbor and a little less of me.

Let me be, when I am weary, just a little bit more cheery. Let me serve a little better those that I am striving for.
Let me be a little meeker with the brother that is weaker. Think a little more of others and a little less of me.

There was time for the laughter and time for the rain, time for the people who don't know my name.
Time for everything, I know it's true and I know that I should have had more time for you.

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So, lock all the windows. Close all the doors and don't let me go out runnin' no more.
Lock all the windows. Close all the doors and don't let me go out runnin' no more.

But there so many places that I've never been. So many faces a-callin' me friend.
L. A. is pretty and New York is cold and Chicago is just an old story I've told.

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But the hands of the clock keep on goin' around and the calendar pages keep fallin' on down.
Come follow me, then, wherever I go and when we'll get home here, I really don't know.
We'll lock all the windows. Close all the doors and we'll go out runnin' just like before. (Repeat)

I just heard that whistle blow. Gonna go down the river once more.
Well, I've got my bag and I'm ready to go. Gonna go down the river once more.
Gonna leave St. Louis, go to New Orleans. Eat a little bacon. Eat a little beans.
Have a good time like I did before. Gonna go down the river once more.

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Gonna go down the river, gonna go down the river, gonna go down the river once more. (Repeat)

Gonna load that cotton on the boat by the bale. Gonna go down the river once more.
Gonna quit my drinkin'. Gonna stay out of jail. Gonna go down the river once more.
Yeah, my little woman's gonna say goodbye, wavin' her hand with a tear in her eye.
Leave these docks about a quarter to four. Gonna go down the river once more.

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Gonna ride that boat to the glory land. Gonna go down the river once more.
Hey, I'll do a little dance with a riverboat band. Gonna go down the river once more.
I've got my banjo ready to play, hey, we'll shout and sing both night and day.
I'll make my bed on the riverboat floor. Gonna go down the river once more.

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Gonna go down the river once more!

Well, no matter where I wandered I know I'll always find a welcome at the end of every journey.
There'll be friendly people waitin'.

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California would not hold me 'though I loved her timber mountains.
Worked her fields and worked her orchids up and down her central valley.

I have driven open highway through the golden Utah valley
And I watched the rivers gently gliding. I wave my hand to friendly people.

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Folks who know me call me a drifter. They don't know I'll stop my ramblin'.
They don't know that someday somewhere somebody's gonna make me settle down.

I'm going home, Lord, I'm going home. (Repeat and then chorus twice)

I'm going home!