The Kingston Trio

Conrad Eugene Mauge, Jr.

Chorus:
Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause I done that already, back to back
Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree.(Repeat) (Now hear the chorus) (You can feel that) (Oh, what a good game)(You're all alone, you know)

Zombie jamboree took place in a New York cemetery (Where?) Zombie jamboree took place in Long Island cemetery.
Zombies from all parts of the island. (Where?) Some of them are great calypsonians. (Some.)
Since the season was carnival they got together in bacchanal. Oh, what ya' doin'?

(Chorus)

One female zombie wouldn't behave. She say she want me for a slave.
In the one hand she's holding a quart of wine, in the other she's pointing that she'll be mine.
Well, believe me folks, I had to run. (Why?) A husband of a zombie ain't no fun! (Don't knock it!)
I says, "Oh, no, my turtle dove, that old bag of bones I cannot love." Oh, what you doin'?

(Chorus)

Right then and there she raise her feet. "I'm a-going to catch you now, my sweet.
I'm gonna make you call me 'Sweetie Pie'." I says "Oh, no, get back, you lie!"
"I may be lyin' but you will see (What?) After you kiss this dead zombie." (Blah!)
Well, I never seen such a horror in my life. Can you imagine me with a zombie wife? (Yes!)

(Chorus)

Frankie and Johnnie were sweet hearts. They had a quarrel one day. Johnny vowed he would leave her.
He said he was going away. Never coming home. Goin' away to roam.

"My love, Johnny, please stay. Now, oh, my honey, I've done you wrong but please don't go away."
Then Johnny sighed while Frankie cried.

Chorus:
"Oh, I'm a-going away. I'm a-goin' to stay. Never coming home. You're gonna miss me ,honey, in the days to come
When the winter winds begin to blow, the ground is covered up
And when you think of the way, you're gonna wish me back, your lovin' man,
You're gonna miss me, honey, in the day they say's to come."

Frankie done said to her Johnny, "Now man your hour done come." "Cause from behind her kimono she drew her forty-four gun.
"These love affairs are hard to bear!"
Johnny, he fled down the stairway. "My love, Frankie, don't shoot!" Frankie done aimed the forty-four
While the town went rooty-toot-toot. As Johnny fell, then Frankie yelled,

(Chorus)

"Send for your rubber tired hearses. Send for your rubber tired hacks. Carry old Johnny to the graveyard, I've shot him in the back
With a great big gun as the preacher begun.
Send for some policeman to take me right away. Lock me down in the dungeon cell and throw the key away.
My Johnny's dead because he said.

(Chorus)

You don't knock. (You don't knock.)You just walk on in. The door (the door)
into heaven's inn.
There's love (there's love) and joy for you to share (to share) the whole day
through.
I know (I know) my friends are there to rest (to rest) in the heaven's nest.
You don't knock, ring, punch a hole. The door's wide open a-waitin' for your
soul. You don't knock just walk on in.

I've walked life's winding road (Oh, yeah!) 'cause I'm tryin' to bear the load
(Oh, yeah!)
And I traveled both night and day. (Oh, yeah!) So tired I could hardly pray
(Oh, yeah!)
Well, Jesus, my light and guide, (Oh, yeah!) oh, He's ever by my side. (Oh,
yeah!)
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', into heaven with pride.

I'll have no need to fear. (Oh, yeah!) Well, He is ever near. (Oh, yeah!)
He'll know my work was true. (Oh, yeah!) So glad the day is through. (Yeah!)
Well it wasn't for me to say. (Oh, yeah!) I didn't think I'd make my way. (Oh,
yeah!)'
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', to heaven with pride.

Repeat first verse

You don't knock. (You don't knock.)You just walk on in. The door (the door)
into heaven's inn.
There's love (there's love) and joy for you to share (to share) the whole day
through.
I know (I know) my friends are there to rest (to rest) in the heaven's nest.
You don't knock, ring, punch a hole. The door's wide open a-waitin' for your
soul. You don't knock just walk on in.

I've walked life's winding road (Oh, yeah!) 'cause I'm tryin' to bear the load
(Oh, yeah!)
And I traveled both night and day. (Oh, yeah!) So tired I could hardly pray
(Oh, yeah!)
Well, Jesus, my light and guide, (Oh, yeah!) oh, He's ever by my side. (Oh,
yeah!)
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', into heaven with pride.

I'll have no need to fear. (Oh, yeah!) Well, He is ever near. (Oh, yeah!)
He'll know my work was true. (Oh, yeah!) So glad the day is through. (Yeah!)
Well it wasn't for me to say. (Oh, yeah!) I didn't think I'd make my way. (Oh,
yeah!)'
So, I'm walkin', not a-knockin', to heaven with pride.

Repeat first verse

Dave Guard/Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane

Oh, do you know my Johnny, he is down in yonder lea? He's sneakin' 'round and creepin' and he's, aye, watchin' me.
He's pullin' and he's teasin' but his meanin's not so bad. If it's ever going to be, tell me now, Johnny lad.
Tell me now, my Johnny laddie, tell me now, my Johnny lad. If it's ever going to be, tell me now Johnny lad.

When the sheep are in the fold and the cows are in the byre and other lads and lasses sittin' 'round a-roarin' fire.
There's me, a silly lassie, just as like as if I's mad, through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny lad.
Teasin' you, my Johnny laddie, teasin' you, my Johnny lad. Through the nooks and barley stooks, teasin' you, Johnny lad.

Oh, Johnny's blythe and bonnie. He's the pride o' yonder lea and I love him best of any though he's, aye, teasin' me.
Though he teases me and squeezes me and tickles me like mad. None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad.
And it's you, my Johnny laddie, aye, it's you, my Johnny lad. None comes near me that can cheer me like my own Johnny lad.

Oh, my Johnny's not a gentleman nor yet is he a laird but I would follow Johnny lad, although he was a card.
Oh, Johnny is a bonnie lad. He was once a lad of mine and I've never had a better lad though I've had twenty-nine.
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad, oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad.
And with you, my Johnny laddie, and with you, my Johnny lad, oh, I'll dance the buckles of my shoes with you, Johnny lad.

Weston/Lee/Weston

In the tower of London, large as life, the ghost of Anne Bolyn walks they declare.
Poor Anne Bolyn was once King Henry's wife until he made the headsman bob her hair.
Ah, yes, he did her wrong long years ago and she comes up at night to tell him so,

Chorus:
With her head tucked underneath her arm she walks the bloody tower,
With her head tucked underneath her arm at the midnight hour.

She comes to haunt King Henry. She means giving him what for. Gadzooks, she's going to tell him off. She's feeling very sore,
And just in case the headsman wants to give her an encore, she's has her head tucked underneath her arm.

(Chorus)

The sentries think that it's a football that she carries in and when they had a few they shout, "Is Army going to win?"
They that it's Red Grange instead of poor old Ann Bolyn with her head tucked underneath her arm.

Sometimes gay King Henry gives a spread for all his pals and gals and ghostly crew.
The headsman craves the joint and cuts the bread then in comes Anne Bolyn to queer the do.
She holds her head up with a wild war whoop and Henry cries, "Don't drop it in the soup!"

(Chorus)

One night she caught King Henry, he was in the canteen bar. Said he, "Are you Jane Seymour, Anne Bolyn, or Katherine Parr?
How the sweet san perryann do I know who you are with your head tucked underneath your arm?"

In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

Near the village the peaceful village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village the quiet village
The lion sleeps tonight

Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling don't fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonig

Bob Shane/Tom Drake

Chorus:
Who's gonna hold her hand? Who's gonna hold her hand? Who's gonna be her man tonight? Who's gonna hold her hand?

I watched that big white boat go down, sailing to the sea and ev'ry time that wheel went around, she was farther away from me.
She sailed away to another town. I'll never understand.
She walked the streets in a yellow gown, singing, "Who's gonna be my man?"

(Chorus)

I used to walk by the riverside, lonesome as I could be. Hoping the boat would come sailing in. Bringing her back to me.
Sometimes I think my world will end and I'll have no place to hide
To cry the tears she left with me and the lonely feeling inside.

(Chorus)

Leo Maguire

The gypsy rover came over the hill. Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang and he won the heart of a lady.

Chorus:
Ah dee du, ah dee du da day. Ah dee du, ah dee day dee.
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang and he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father's castle gate. Left her own fond lover.
Left her servants and her estate to follow the gypsy rover.

(Chorus)

Her father saddled his fastest steed. Searched these valleys all over.
Seeking his daughter at great speed and the whistlin' gypsy rover.

(Chorus)

At last he came to a castle gate along the river Claydee,
And there was music and there was wine for the gypsy and his lady

(Chorus)

"He is no gypsy, my father," she said. "But lord of these lands all over.
And I will stay till my dying day with the whistlin' gypsy rover.

Ah dee du, ah dee du da day. Ah dee du, ah dee day dee.
He whistled and he sang till the green woods rang, till the green woods rang, till the green woods rang,
And he won the heart of a lady.

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 picked them, every one
When will they ever learn?
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 gone?
Gone to young men, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
A long, long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one
When will they ever learn?
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, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

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 picked them, every one
When will they ever learn?
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 gone?
Gone to young men, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
A long, long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one
When will they ever learn?
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, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

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 picked them, every one
When will they ever learn?
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 gone?
Gone to young men, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the young men gone?
Long time ago
Where have all the young men gone?
Gone for soldiers, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the soldiers gone?
A long, long time ago
Where have all the soldiers gone?
Gone to graveyards, every one
When will they ever learn?
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, every one
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and sunlit shore.

Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.

And when the sun refuse to shine,
And when the sun refuse to shine,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine.

Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds that call.

Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the new world is revealed,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed.

Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.

Hey! We are following the footsteps of those who've gone before and we'll all be reunited on that new and sunlit shore.

Oh, when the saints go marching in,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.

And when the sun refuse to shine,
And when the sun refuse to shine,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the sun refuse to shine.

Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
Oh, when the trumpet sound its call,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the trumpet sounds that call.

Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the new world is revealed,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the new world is revealed.

Oh, when the new world is revealed,
Oh, when the saints go marching in,
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number when the saints go marching in.

Paul Campbell

Hey! We are following the footsteps of those
who've gone before and we'll all be reunited
on that new and sunlit shore.

Chorus:
Oh, when the saints go marching in, (Repeat)
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number
when the saints go marching in.

And when the sun refuse to shine, (Repeat)
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number
when the sun refuse to shine.

Oh, when the trumpet sound its call, (Repeat)
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number
when the trumpet sounds that call.

Oh, when the new world is revealed, (Repeat)
oh, Lord, I want to be in that number
when the new world is revealed.

(Chorus)"

John Stewart

I thought I'd spend a week or two where we went last year. The little cottage and the lake that we held so dear.
But the trees all seemed much greener, much greener than this year. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here.
And the stars all lost their glitter. They were so full of cheer. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here.

Even the old caretaker who brought us from the train says this year just hasn't, it hasn't been the same.
And the winds across the meadow seem to hide a tear. Thinkin' about last summer when my love was here.

(Hum line about caretaker)?it hasn't been the same. (Repeat last line)

When I was young and dreams were new,
I loved a girl who looked like you.
I saw her face in mountains stream.
I lingered there and lost myself in dreams.

But we were young and tossed away
Our precious love along the way.
We parted strangers, thoughtless and free
And set our hearts to wandering aimlessly.

But looking back, somehow I see
How seldom love has come to me.
And I confess that now and then
I think of her remembering when

If I were young and dreams were new,
I'd love a girl who looked like you.
I'd hold her close if she'd agree
To love perhaps a boy who looked like me.

Oooooo---

Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart

Chorus:
Bury me beneath the willow, 'neath the weeping willow tree. When she hears that I am sleeping, maybe then, she'll think of me.
My heart is sad and I am lonely. Dreaming of the one that I love.
When will I see her? I know not when, not unless it's up in heaven above.

(Chorus)

She told me that she really loved me. How could I believe her untrue
When all the angels seemed to whisper she will prove untrue to you?

(Chorus)

Maybe then she'll think of me. Ooooo.

Chorus:
Walkin' on this road to my town. Walkin' on this road to home.
Travelin' through these hills and valleys. Travelin' and I'm all alone.

Gonna see my momma. Gonna see my pa. I been a long time movin'. I get to wonderin' how they are.

(Chorus)

Gonna see the parson. That's if I can find him in. I bet he's down there fishin'. Fishin' with my brother Jim.

(Chorus)

And if I never get there, tell you what I'm goin' to do. Gonna write 'em letter. Tell 'em I'll be singing you.

(Chorus)

Ameniza bala la la, ameniza bala la, la, ameniza bala la, la, ameniza bala la.

(Counter melody)
Uta wena, uta wena, bawo we the uka da a banto kwakho. Waba dala, waba dala baba bini, bayindo da ne nha zana.

Wali the the ne loli silli, semi yo kwa anamklanje. Umntu maka, umntu maka, shiyn yise amanya nay nomfay wakay.

I've been away so long. Fought a war that's come and gone. Doesn't anybody know my name?
My sister's up and wed and mama's took to bed. Doesn't anybody know my name?

Chorus:
Please tell me, if you can. What time do the trains roll in? Two-ten, six-eighteen, ten forty-four.

The hedge is turning brown and the fence is falling down. Doesn't anybody know my name?
The girl I left behind has gone to Caroline. Doesn't anybody know my name?

(Chorus)

Fought that war across the sea. Almost died to keep us free. Doesn't anybody know my name?
Now I'm home and no one cares. Seems that trouble's are only theirs. Doesn't anybody know my name?

(Chorus)

Doesn't anybody know my name?

Where are you going, my little one, little one? Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four. Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door.

Turn around. Turn around. Turn around and you're a young girl going out of the door.

Where are you going, my little one, little one? Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny. Turn around and you're grown. Turn around and you're a your wife with babes of your own.

Turn around. Turn around. Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own. (Repeat line)

Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so, mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September when grass was green and grain so yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September when you were a young and callow fellow.
Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender that no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender that love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember and if you remember, then follow, follow.

Deep in December it's nice to remember although you know the snow will follow
Deep in December it's nice to remember without a hurt the heart is hollow
Deep in December it's nice to remember the fire of September that made you mellow
Deep in December our hearts should remember and follow, follow. Follow.

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't-a been for Grayson
I'd-a been in Tennessee

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't-a been for Grayson
I'd-a been in Tennessee

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't-a been for Grayson
I'd-a been in Tennessee

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't-a been for Grayson
I'd-a been in Tennessee

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't-a been for Grayson
I'd-a been in Tennessee

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't-a been for Grayson
I'd-a been in Tennessee

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't-a been for Grayson
I'd-a been in Tennessee

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle. This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman and a condemned man named Tom Dooley. When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I met her on the mountain
There I took her life
Met her on the mountain
Stabbed her with my knife

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Hadn't-a been for Grayson
I'd-a been in Tennessee

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head and try, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

This time tomorrow
Reckon where I'll be
Down in some lonesome valley
Hangin' from a white oak tree

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Well now, boy
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die

Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die
Poor boy, you're bound to die

I started on a journey, about a year ago
To a little town called Morrow in the State of Ohio
I've never been much of a traveler, and I really didn't know
That Morrow was the hardest place I'd ever try to go

So I went down to the station for my ticket and applied
For tips regarding Morrow, not expecting to beguiled
Said I, "My friend, I'd like to go to Morrow and return
No later than tomorrow, for I haven't time to burn."

Said he to me, "Now let me see if I have heard you right
You'd like to go to Morrow and return tomorrow night
You should have gone to Morrow yesterday and back today
For the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way.

"If you had gone to Morrow yesterday now don't you see
You could have gone to Morrow and returned today at three
For the train today to Morrow, if the schedule is right,
Today it goes to Morrow and returns tomorrow night."

Said I, "My friend, it seems to me you're talking through your hat
There is a town named Morrow on the line now tell me that."
"There is," said he, "but take from me a quiet little tip
To go from here to Morrow is a 14 hour trip.

"The train today to Morrow leaves today at 8:35
At half-past ten tomorrow is the time it should arrive
So if from here to Morrow is a fourteen hour jump
Can you go today to Morrow and get back today, you chump?"

Said I, "I'd like to go to Morrow, so can I go today
And get to Morrow by tonight if there is no delay?"
"Well, well," said he to me, "and I've got no more to say.
Can't get anywhere tomorrow and get back again today."

Said I, "I guess you know it all, but kindly let me say
How can I get to Morrow if I leave this town today?"
Said he, "You cannot go to Morrow any more today
'Cause the train that goes to Morrow is a mile upon its way."

I was so disappointed, I was mad enough to swear
The train had gone to Morrow and had left me standing there
That man was right in telling me that I was a howling jay
I could not go to Morrow so I guess in town I'll stay

Chorus:
You've got a hunger in your heart. You've got a thirst within your soul.
I'm gonna say, "Don't wait for another day. Get to be redeemed."

If your days are dark and your night times are worse. You better read the good book and memorize you a verse.
Some seeds need a-weedin'. Some falls on stone, but the seed that falls on good ground the Lord will call his own.

(Chorus)

Old Noah built an ark and they laughed down the line, but when the flood come, well, old Noah was fine.
If it was to flood now and Gabriel blow'd his horn, where'd you hide your guilty hands with all your pockets gone?

(Chorus)

It's confusion here and the wicked seem to win but the Lord's keepin' tally on the wages of sin.
Whereabouts is your profit? What good is your goal if you win the whole wide world and lose your ever lasting soul?

(Chorus)

Dave Guard

One, two, and three jolly coachmen
sat at an English tavern.
Three jolly coachmen sat at an English tavern,
And they decided, and they decided,
and they decided to have another flagon.

Landlord, fill the flowing bowl until
it doth run over. (Repeat)
For tonight we merr-I be, (Repeat twice)
Tomorrow we'll be sober. (What!)

Here's to the man who drinks dark ale
and goes to bed quite mellow! (Repeat)
He lives as he ought to live (Repeat twice)
He'll die a jolly good fellow! (Ha! Ha! Ha!)

Here's to the man who drinks water pure
and goes to bed quite sober. (Repeat)
He falls as the leaves do fall, (Repeat twice)
He'll die before October! (Ho! Ho! Ho!)

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss
and runs to tell her mother. (Repeat)
She's a foolish, foolish thing. (Repeat twice)
For she'll not get another. (Pity!)

Here's to the maid who steals a kiss
and stays to steal another. (Repeat)
She's a boon to all man kind. (Repeat twice)
For soon she'll be a mother!"

I use to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree and I dream of the days, what they're holdin' for me.
But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise. It's for those who are wise.

And the west winds would blow. They'd be singing to me. They'd say, "Look, you, out yonder, just as far as you can see."
But all those should know who gaze at the sky. It's for those who are wise. It's for those who are wise.

And the years went their way as the good years will go. But my dreams linger on in the hills of my home.
And young men should know who gaze at the sky. It is you who are wise, only you who are wise.

I used to sit in the shade of an old cedar tree.

One evening when the sun was low my brown eyes whispered, "I must go."
Not one second would she wait. She kissed my cheek and left my gate.

Chorus:
Those brown eyes I loved so well. Those brown eyes I long to see.
How I long for those brown eyes. Strangers they have grown to be.

One night I met her on the street. I tipped my hat but I could not speak.
Another man was by her side. Soon I thought she'd be his bride.

(Chorus)

'Twas just a year ago today, they laid my own brown eyes away.
Six long years for me she cried. It was her brother by her side.

(Chorus)

Woody Guthrie

Chorus:
This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island,
From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me.

As I was walkin' that ribbon of a highway, I saw above me that endless skyway.
I saw below me that golden valley. This land was made for you and me.

(Chorus)

I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps to the sparklin' sands of her diamond desert
And all around me a voice was sounding, "This land was made for you and me."

The sun came shining and I was strolling and the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting a voice was calling, "This land was made for you and me."

(Chorus)

Woody Guthrie

Chorus:
This land is your land. This land is my land from California to the New York island,
From the red wood forest to the Gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me.

As I was walkin' that ribbon of a highway, I saw above me that endless skyway.
I saw below me that golden valley. This land was made for you and me.

(Chorus)

I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps to the sparklin' sands of her diamond desert
And all around me a voice was sounding, "This land was made for you and me."

The sun came shining and I was strolling and the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling
As the fog was lifting a voice was calling, "This land was made for you and me."

(Chorus)

Alan J. Lerner/Frederick Loewe

Away out here they've got a name for rain and wind and fire. The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe. They call the wind Maria.
Maria blows the stars around and sets the clouds a-flyin'. Maria makes the mountains sound like folks was out there dyin'.
Maria. (Maria). Maria. (Maria). They call the wind Maria.

Before I knew Maria's name and heard her wail and whinin', I had a gal. She had me and the sun was always shinin'.
But then one day I left my gal. I left her far behind me and now I'm lost, so gol' darn lost not even God can find me.
Maria. (Maria.) Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria.

Out here they have a name for rain and wind and fire only. When you're lost and all alone, there ain't no name for lonely.
And I'm a lost and lonely man without a star to guide me. Maria blow my love to me. I need my gal beside me.
Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria. Maria! Maria. (Maria.) They call the wind Maria.

He's gone away for to stay a little while but he's comin' back if he goes ten thousand miles.

Who are these seven men whose path leads them so far and shake our minds to wonder who they are?
They scout the new frontier to find the surest way and they look to us for they have shown the way.

They're gone away for to stay a little while but they're comin' back if they go ten thousand miles.

What is there left to look to that yet has not been done. What West is there if all the Wests are won?
Look not back o'er your shoulder but high above your head. These seven men have shown the way.
These seven men have said,

"We've gone away for to stay a little while but we're comin' back if we go ten thousand miles. We're gone, gone away."

I've tasted the wines of France and I've tasted the wines of Spain and though many a wine is the same,
There are none like the wines of Madeira.
I've courted the girls of France and I've courted the girls of Spain and though most pretty girls are the same,
There are none like the girls of Madeira.

Oh, the girls who tend the vineyards in the provinces of France are the gayest girls for courting and they love to sing and dance,
And they're happy in their vineyards and they smile upon romance and indeed, I would defend for you, the provinces of France,
But there's not a vineyard anywhere that can compare with what I know. Why? I'll tell you why or better yet, come and we'll go.

Oh, the girls who tend the vineyards in the provinces of Spain, they are spirited and fiery whether beautiful or plain,
They are splendid in their vineyards in their languorous refrain and indeed, I would defend for you the provinces of Spain.
But there's not a vineyard anywhere that can compare with what I know. Why? I'll tell you why or better yet, come and we'll go.

You boast of the wines in France and you boast of the wines in Spain but your boast makes it very plain,
That you not had the wines of Madeira.

You boast of the girls in France and you boast of the girls in Spain but your boast makes it very plain,
That you've not seen the girls of Madeira.

Irving Burgess

It's only been a year or so but it seems so long ago, I packed up my bags and left my home.
Been from Fresno to Maine, even worked a boat in Spain. I ain't ever had a bed to call my own.

Chorus:
'Round this time of day I gets to feelin' low and I wonder who's my baby's latest beau.

I have gambled and lost. I've been cussed by my boss. Some city gal just took me for a ride.
Hope some day I'll get back to my little old country shack. Settle down with my baby at my side.

(Chorus)

Someday soon, you hear, gonna save up my fare or maybe I'll just have to ride the rail.
If that mornin' train is right, I'll be home before that night and I hope no one will have to go my bail.

(Chorus)

In seventeen forty-two, it was customary in the township of Halifax, for a gentleman to partake occasionally of ratafia which was--a light-flavored liquer of amazing potency--which originated in Middlesex and which we suppose is the reason for this song.

Chorus:
Oh, Miss Bailey! Unfortunate, Miss Bailey!

A captain bold in Halifax, who dwelt in country quarters, seduced a maid who hung herself one Monday in her garters.
His wicked conscience smitted him. He lost his stomach daily. He took to drinking ratafia and tho't upon Miss Bailey.

(Chorus)

One night betimes he went to bed for he had caught the fever. Said he, "I am a handsome man and I'm a gay deceiver."
His candle just a twelve o'clock began to burn quite palely. A ghost stepped up to his bedside and said, "Behold, Miss Bailey!"

(Chorus)

"Avast, Miss Bailey," then he cried, "you can't affright me, really." "Dear Captain Smith," the ghost replied, "you used me ungenteelly.
The coroner's quest goes hard with me because I've acted freely and Parson Biggs won't bury me tho' I'm a dead Miss Bailey."

(Chorus)

"Dear Ma'am," says he, "since you and I must once for all accounts close, I have a one pound note in my regimental small clothes.
'Twill bribe the sexton for your grave." The ghost then answered gaily, "Bless you, wicked Captain Smith, remember poor Miss Bailey!"

(Chorus)

"All's well that ends well, I suppose."

We went one day about a month ago (ha ha ha) to have a little fun (ah ha) in Mexico.
We ended up in a gambling spot (ha ha ha) where the liquor flowed and the dice were hot.

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

I was shooting dice, raking in the dough (long green) and then I heard a whistle blow.
We started to run when a man in blue said, "Senor, come with me 'cause I want you."

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

Just five hundred dollars and they'll set us free. I couldn't raise a penny if they threatened me.
I know five hundred don't sound like much (cheap), but just try to find somebody to touch.

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.
So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

We went one day about a month ago (ha ha ha) to have a little fun (ah ha) in Mexico.
We ended up in a gambling spot (ha ha ha) where the liquor flowed and the dice were hot.

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

I was shooting dice, raking in the dough (long green) and then I heard a whistle blow.
We started to run when a man in blue said, "Senor, come with me 'cause I want you."

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

Just five hundred dollars and they'll set us free. I couldn't raise a penny if they threatened me.
I know five hundred don't sound like much (cheap), but just try to find somebody to touch.

So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.
So, here we are in the Tijuana jail. Ain't got no friends to go our bail.
So, here we'll stay 'cause we can't pay. Just send our mail to the Tijuana jail.

Oh, we came to town to see
That old tattooed lady
She was a sight to see
Tattooed from head to knee
My uncle Ned was there
He came to gape and stare
"I've never" he declared "Seen such a freak so fair!;

And on her jaw was the Royal flying corp
And on her back was the Union Jack, now could you ask for more?
All up and down her spine, were the queen's own guard in line
And all around her hips sailed a fleet of battle ships
And over her left kidney was a birds-eye view of Sidney
But what we liked best was upon her chest
Our little home in Waikiki

What did you say?
(Repeat)

Oh, we came to town to see
That old tattooed lady
She was a sight to see
Tattooed from head to knee
My uncle Ned was there
He came to gape and stare
"I've never" he declared "Seen such a freak so fair!;

And on her jaw was the Royal flying corp
And on her back was the Union Jack, now could you ask for more?
All up and down her spine, were the queen's own guard in line
And all around her hips sailed a fleet of battle ships
And over her left kidney was a birds-eye view of Sidney
But what we liked best was upon her chest
Our little home in Waikiki

What did you say?
(Repeat)

Irving Burgess

One night along the river at St. Germain de Pre, I first met my beloved at a small sidewalk cafe.
We walked along the river, the shadows passing by but we only saw each other, the shining water and the sky.

Chorus:
The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there, greet her there on the moonlit banks of the Seine?

Standing there across the river, mid sound of horn and tram, in all her quiet beauty, the cathedral Notre Dame,
And as we passed beside her, I said a little prayer that when this dream was over, I'd awake and find you there.

(Chorus)

We walked along the river, 'till dawn was coming nigh. Beneath the Eiffel Tower we said our last good-bye.
There on that splendid morning, I left you all in tears and the beauty of that hour will shine within my through the years

(Chorus)

The Seine, the Seine, when will I again meet her there on the Seine?

Nick Reynolds

Chorus:
The river is wide I cannot see. Nor do I have light wings to fly.
Build me a boat that can carry two and both shall row, my love and I.

My love is like the lofty tree. It shudders fierce and then sways free.
If it should fade when the summer's through, she'll bloom again when the spring shines through.
When love is young, then love is fine. Just like a gem when first it's new.
But love grows old and waxes cold and fades away like the morning dew.

(Chorus)

Come all you young rebels and list while we sing for the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame and it makes us all part of the patriot game.

My name is O'Hannon and I've just gone sixteen. My home is in Monaghan where I was weaned.
I've learned all my life cruel England's to blame and so I'm a part of the patriot game.

It's barely two years since they wandered away and it was with the local battalion of the bold IRA
For they'd read of our heroes and they wanted the same to play their own part in the patriot game.

This Ireland of ours has for long been half-free. Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny.
So, we gave up our boyhood to drill and to train and play our own part in the patriot game.

And now as I lie here, my body all holes, I think of those traitors who bargained in souls.
I wish that my rifle had given the same to those Quislings who sold out the patriot game.

Chorus:
Some to the rivers and some to the sea. Some to the soil that our fathers made free.
Then on to the stars in the heav'ns for to see. This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.

Let the word go forth from this day on. A new generation has been born.
Born to the task to keep us free, but proud of the rights of the home country.
This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.

(Chorus)

Let us begin for it shall take long. Let ev'ry man sing out freedom's song.
Not for ourselves that we take this stand. Now it's the world and the freedom of man.
This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.

The day will come. It's got to be. The day that we may never see.
When man for man and town for town must bring the peace that shall resound.
This is the new frontier. This is the new frontier.

(Chorus)

P. French/H. Collisson

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight with people here working by day and by night.
They don't sow potatoes nor barley nor wheat but there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street.
At least when I asked them that's what I was told so I just took a hand at this diggin' for gold,
But for all that I found there I might as well be where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea.

I believe that when writing a wish you expressed as to how the fine ladies in London were dressed,
Well, if you'll believe me when asked to a ball, they don't wear no top to their dresses at all.
Oh, I've seen them meself and you could not in truth say that if they were bound for a ball or a bath,
Don't be startin' them fashions, now, Mary McCree, where the Mountains O'Mourne sweep down to the sea.

There's beautiful girls here, oh, never you mind, with beautiful shapes nature never designed,
And lovely complexions, all roses and cream but let me remark with regard to the same
That if at those roses you venture to sip, the colors might all come away on your lip,
So, I'll wait for the wild rose that's waitin' for me in the place where the dark Mourne sweeps down to the sea.

They're rioting in Africa. They're starving in Spain.
There's hurricanes in Florida and Texas needs rain.

The whole world is festering with unhappy souls.
The French hate the Germans. The Germans hate the Poles.

Italians hate Yugoslavs. South Africans hate the Dutch.
And I don't like anybody very much!

But we can be tranquil and thankful and proud
For man's been endowed with a mushroom shaped cloud.

And we know for certain that some lovely day
Someone will set the spark off and we will all be blown away.

They're rioting in Africa. There's strife in Iran.
What nature doesn't do to us will be done by our fellow man.

L. Coleman/N. Gimbel

Come closer, my love, and you'll hear my tale. It'll make you cold. It'll turn you pale.
It's a tale of a man's never ending love and the long, black rifle.

Chorus:
He wed a woman sworn to another and, in a rage, the other man
Shot him down with a long, black rifle, shot him down and away he ran.

A prairie man loved a city maid. Was the love he took worth the price he paid,
When a man ends up at the smoky end of a long, black rifle?

(Chorus)

His dyin' words I repeat to you. "You can never kill love when love is true.
It lives when only the rust is left of the long, black rifle.

(Chorus)

Shot him down and away he ran.

(Francis McPeake/Ewan MacColl)

As I was sitting with a jug and spoon, one Sunday morning in the month of June.
A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch.

[Chorus:]
Tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu, tura lura lu.

A birdie sang in an ivy bunch and the song he sang was the jug of punch.

What more diversion can a man desire than to court a girl by a cheerful fire?
A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch.

[Chorus]

A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch.

Ye mortal lords, drink your nectar wine and ye quality folk, sip your claret fine.
I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch.

[Chorus]

I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch.

Ye learned doctors, with all your art, cannot cure a depression on the heart.
But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch.

[Chorus]

But even a cripple forgets his hunch when he's snug outside of a jug of punch.

And when I'm dead and I'm in my grave, no costly tombstone do I ever crave.
Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet.

[Chorus]

Just lay me down in my native peat with a jug of punch at my head and feet. (Ooo, Ooo)

Jack Splittard

The hunter, he did cross the plain and then he ventured home again.
The merry, merry feast will soon begin among the leaves so green-o.

Chorus:
Jackie boy, sing ye well. Very well. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o. To my hey, down, down. Hoe down, down.
Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. Among the leaves so green-o.

The hunter is a cheerful sight. His hearth is warm, his fire bright.
His songs, they fill the winter night among the leaves so green-o.
To my hey down, down. Hoe down, down. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus)

'Tis merry we are and merry we'll stay. We'll sing a toast 'till the break of day
And start again upon our way among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus twice)

Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. (Repeat twice)

Jack Splittard

The hunter, he did cross the plain and then he ventured home again.
The merry, merry feast will soon begin among the leaves so green-o.

Chorus:
Jackie boy, sing ye well. Very well. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o. To my hey, down, down. Hoe down, down.
Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. Among the leaves so green-o.

The hunter is a cheerful sight. His hearth is warm, his fire bright.
His songs, they fill the winter night among the leaves so green-o.
To my hey down, down. Hoe down, down. Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down.
Among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus)

'Tis merry we are and merry we'll stay. We'll sing a toast 'till the break of day
And start again upon our way among the leaves so green-o.

(Chorus twice)

Hey down, hoe down, derry, derry down. (Repeat twice)

Gang man, make the bed. A cross tie at your head. For we can't lay the track 'til the benders off your back.
Gang man, make the bed. Carry man, get the feel. Heave that ply of steel. We can't get to town 'til I bring my hammer down.
Carry man, get the feel.

Spiker, place your nail. Right beside the rail. I can drive all you've got 'cause I keep my hammer hot. Spiker, place your nail.

Big train, stay off my back. You got a thousand mile of track. I can hear your whistle blow but there ain't no where to go.
Big train, stay off my back. Captain let it be. You know you can't hurry me. You won't give me my time 'cause you know I'm in my prime. Captain, let it be.

Listen to my hammer whine. We got ninety mile of track to line. We can do what we like when we drive the golden spike.
Listen to my hammer whine.

The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and stars were the gift you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love, to the dark and the empty skies.

The first time ever I kissed your lips I felt the earth move in my arms like the trembling heart of a captive dove
That was there at my command, my love, that was there at my command.

The first time ever I held you near and felt your heart beat close to mine, I felt a joy to fill the earth
And last until the end of time, my love, and last till the end of time. Our love will last till the end of time.

Five men to guard the British rank and five to watch the town above
And two to stand at either hand and one to let Bill Tenner out.
He had eighty weight of Spanish iron between his neck bone and his knee,
But Billy took Johnny up under his arm and lugged him away right manfully.

Chorus:
And Billy broke locks and Billy broke bolts and Billy broke all that he came nigh,
Until he came to the dungeon door and that he broke right manfully.

So they stole them a horse and away did ride and who what they rode gallantly,
Until they came to the river bank to the river runnin' wild and free!
The British were comin' close on their heels and who but they stood fearfully,
'Till Billy took Johnny up on his back and carried him over it easily.

(Chorus)

So they called at the inn for a room to dance and who but they danced merrily
And the very best dancer among them all was old John Webb who was just set free!

Completely round is the perfect pearl the oyster manufactures.
Completely round is the steering wheel that leads to compound fractures
Completely round is the golden fruit that hangs from the o-o-orange tree
Yes the circle shape is quite renown
But sad to say it can be found
In the lowdown, dirty run-around
That my true love gave to me
That my true love gave to me

Completely square is the little box he said my ring would be in
Completely square is the envelope he said good-bye to me in
Completely square is the handkerchief I flourish constantly
As I dry my eyes of the tears I've shed,
And blow my nose which turns bright red
For a perfect square is my true love's head
He will not marry me, no
He will not marry me

Rectangular is the hotel door my true love tried to sneak through
Rectangular is the transom hole by which I had to peek through,
Rectangular is the hotel room I entered angrily, and
Rectangular is the wooden box
Where lies my love neath the golden phlox
They say he died of the chicken pox
In part I must agree
One chick too many had he

Triangular is the piece of pie I eat to ease my sorrow
Triangular is the hatchet blade I plan to hide tomorrow
Triangular the relationship which now has ceased to be
And triangular is the garment thin
That fastens on with a safety pin
To a prize I had no wish to win
It's a lasting memory
That my true love gave to me

Chorus:
Go tell it on the mountains over the hills and ev'rywhere and you can go (go) tell it on the mountain, Jesus Christ was born.

Down in a lowly manger, Jesus Christ was born and the Lord sent down salvation that blesses Christmas morn,
You can go upon the mountain, dwell both night and day. You can ask the Lord to help you and He'll show you the way.

(Chorus)

You may be a watchman upon the city wall and if I am a Christian, if I'm the last to fall
You can go tell it on the mountain over the hills and ev'rywhere. You can go tell it on the mountain that Jesus Christ was born.

(Chorus)

Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart

I had a sister Sally, she was younger than I am. Had so many sweethearts, she had to deny them.
But as for sister Sarah, you know she hasn't many. And if you knew her heart, she'd grateful for any.

Chorus:
Come a lands man, a pins man, a tinker or a tailor; doctor, a lawyer, soldier, or sailor.
A rich man, a poor man, a fool or a witty, don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity.

We had a sister Sally, she was ugly and misshapen. By the time she was sixteen years old she was taken.
By the time she was eighteen, a son and a daughter. Sarah's almost twenty-nine, never had an offer.

(Chorus)

She never would be scoldin'. She never would be jealous. Her husband would have money to go to the alehouse.
He was there a-spendin'. She'd be home a-savin' and I leave it up to you if she is not worth havin'.

(Chorus)

(Spoken) I remember when I rode into town that morning in December of forty-eight. Oh, bitter cold. I had on my parka, my sheepskin coat and my brown and white spectator pumps. Cut quite a figure if I do say so. Huh, cute. First thing I spied was a poster. There's going to be a dance. The second Hogsville dandy-steppin' ball and frog happin; contest. Drag.

Chorus:
Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, U. S. A.

I'm goin' to start off but there weren't no lady folk in sight. I figured they was all up a-primpin' for the dance and, being a man of no small charms with the ladies myself, I decided to park Old Paint and change my socks -- from him to me. (I find that extremely offensive!) So did Old Paint.

But there were no gals for miles around, not one gal in the whole darn town.
So, if you want to go dancin', just look around for the next best thing that can befound.

(Chorus)

That's right. I soon found there wasn't no women nowhere. Fellows goin' to the dance was takin' some of the strangest things. One was takin' a broom, all dressed up in a pinafore, bleached straws, looked kinda cheap to me. Another was totin' a picture of a girl. He'd been goin' with that picture so long he thought real girls folded in the middle. Now I was getting depressed, but then I spied the cutest little thing you ever saw, givin' me the eye from underneath the waterin' trough. Had little eyes, curly tail, and the dearest little pointed ears you ever seen. I grabbed her paw (What'd her paw have to say? Shut up when he's a-talkin'!) and we wobbled into the dance. The minute we get into the dance the music stopped and a feller said, "Wait a minute! That's the sheriff's gal!" (You mean?)

Strange day. Strange day. Strange day in Hogsville, (You know, I can still hear the little critter) U. S. A!

I used to ride a little old speckled roan. I told him lots of things I wouldn't have told at home.
I said to the speckled roan, said I, "I'm so lonesome I could die, but I ain't gonna stay lonesome very long."

I used to ride a little ole yellow dun. Mending fences, rode him in the rain and sun.
I said to the yellow dun, said I, "I'm gonna be rich or know the reason why. Gonna take my money to town and find the fun."

And then I bought me a big old ropin' gray. Roped for money and I made it ev'ry day.
But I said to the ropin' gray, said I, "I sure do miss that prairie sky," and he let out laughin' and he surely knowed the way.

I brought my money home and I brought it home to stay. Couldn't have stayed in town, not another day.
I'm gonna live out under a prairie sky. Gonna live out there 'till the day I die with the roan and the dun and the big old ropin' gray.

Travis Edmonson

Well, I know I don't have to be told
that the North wind is chilly and cold.
Well, I know.
Far from the South wind I ran.
Now, I'm a lost and lonely man.
Well, I know.

Had a little girl but she left me. (Repeat twice)
Well, I know.

She took the sun and left me the rain
And left me the sorrow and all of the pain.
Well, I know.
She took my love and left me torn.
Now, I'm lonely and forlorn.
Well, I know.

All of my love done left me. (Repeat twice)
Well, I know.

She told me someday she'd return
If the sun should freeze or the Earth should burn.
Well, I know.
But now she's gone and in the sky
The wind alone can hear me cry.
Well, I know.

Had a little girl but she left me. (Repeat twice)
Well, I know.

Chorus:
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon,
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone.

My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee,
But I won my wife in a card game, when a man lost his daughter to me.

I picked up the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- Like a warm summers' day, she was sweet.
(Chorus)

Her arms had to tighten around me as we rode up the hills from the South.
Not a word did I hear from her that day- or a kiss from her pretty red mouth.

We came to my cabin at twilight. The stars twinkled out on the coast.
She soon loved the valley- the orchard- but I knew that she loved me the most.
(Chorus)

Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken bone.
She saddled our pony like lightning- rode off in the night, all alone.

The lion screamed in the barranca; the pony fell back on the slide.
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My heart died that night with my
bride.
(Chorus)
Daughters were possessions, to be bet away or arranged marriages for; also, note
the use of "young wife" in the final stanza. Her shyness- "had to tighten"-
and her silent reticence but adaptable "soon loved..." indicates no previous
marriage,
and "lost his daughter to me" indicates her origin, whereas "to hell with
the lords o'er the sea" seems thrown in. If this man were a sailor, why would
he have established orchards?

Just a thought. I'd really like to see the original music if it were available.
The concept of betting away a daughter was my first exposure to the concept of
women as property and the sung stuck with me my whole life. (I was the oldest
and
only daughter and I was afraid of the possibility; I was 9 and the chorus,
except
for one word, and the storyline, and the tune have stayed with me for the last
25 years; it influenced my major "women's studies")

Chorus:
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon,
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone.

My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee,
But I won my wife in a card game, when a man lost his daughter to me.

I picked up the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- Like a warm summers' day, she was sweet.
(Chorus)

Her arms had to tighten around me as we rode up the hills from the South.
Not a word did I hear from her that day- or a kiss from her pretty red mouth.

We came to my cabin at twilight. The stars twinkled out on the coast.
She soon loved the valley- the orchard- but I knew that she loved me the most.
(Chorus)

Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken bone.
She saddled our pony like lightning- rode off in the night, all alone.

The lion screamed in the barranca; the pony fell back on the slide.
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My heart died that night with my
bride.
(Chorus)
Daughters were possessions, to be bet away or arranged marriages for; also, note
the use of "young wife" in the final stanza. Her shyness- "had to tighten"-
and her silent reticence but adaptable "soon loved..." indicates no previous
marriage,
and "lost his daughter to me" indicates her origin, whereas "to hell with
the lords o'er the sea" seems thrown in. If this man were a sailor, why would
he have established orchards?

Just a thought. I'd really like to see the original music if it were available.
The concept of betting away a daughter was my first exposure to the concept of
women as property and the sung stuck with me my whole life. (I was the oldest
and
only daughter and I was afraid of the possibility; I was 9 and the chorus,
except
for one word, and the storyline, and the tune have stayed with me for the last
25 years; it influenced my major "women's studies")

When you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong and you wish someone would tell us where our friend has gone.
Look then in the hills when there's courage in the wind and in the face of freedom and those who look to him.
And search within the heart of ev'ry young man with a song then I think we'll know where our friend has gone.

Summer takes the winter as the good years take the pain. There'll be laughter in the land again but hearts won't be the same.
And I know I'll remember when a chill wind takes the sky and speak of the years he gave us hope for they will never die.
And as we gaze at brave young men when yesterdays grow long, then I think we'll know where our friend has gone.

When you sit and wonder why things have gone so wrong. It's then that we'll remember where our friend has gone.

I remember when I was a barefooted boy climbing in a sycamore tree.
But now I'm a little older, got a rifle on my shoulder. Some fool made a soldier of me.

Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry.
Got a pretty gal waitin' for me while I rot here in the Army. Some fool made a soldier of me.

I told her we'd marry and build us a home and raise us a big family.
But she's givin' all her charms to a blue uniform. Some fool made a soldier of me.

Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry.
The day's getting' hotter. I'm near out of water. Some fool made a soldier of me.

I told Gen'ral Custer I'm a-dyin' of thirst and the heat is a-getting' to me.
But he said, "Have no fear. There's a big river near." Some fool made a soldier of me.

Some fool made a soldier of me, ah ha! And I ride in the rough calva'ry.
We'll get there in the morn to Little Big Horn.
Hey, Gen'ral Custer. I think I see an Indian over there. Yeah! Ask her if she's got a friend for me!
Some fool made a soldier of me.

My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it.
So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door.

Tell those children, yeah, tell 'em now. You gotta come in at the door.
Don't stand and whisper, just show 'em how. You gotta come in at the door.

My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it.
So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door.

Children of Israel, sing and shout and you gotta come in at the door.
You know the gates of heaven can't keep you out. You gotta come in at the door.

My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it.
So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door.

Now if you're gonna head for the promised land, you gotta come in at the door.
Just step right up and shake his hand. You gotta come in at the door.

My heaven is so high, so low, so wide, you gotta come in at the door.

My heaven is so high, you can't get over it. So low, you can't get under it.
So wide, you can't get around it. You gotta come in at the door.

Lee Hays/Carl Sandburg

We come on the sloop John B, my grandfather and me. Around Nassau town we did roam.
Drinkin' all night. Got into a fight. Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home. So now,)

Chorus:
Hoist up the John B's sails. See how the main sails set. Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. (Let me go home.)
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home.)

First mate, he got drunk. Broke up the people's trunk. Constable had to come and take him away.
Sheriff John Stone (Sheriff John Stone), why don't you leave me alone? (Why don't you leave me alone?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home. So, now)

(Chorus)

Well, the poor cook he caught the fits. Throw away all of my grits. Then he took and he ate up all of my corn.
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
This is the worst trip since I've been born. (Since I have been born. So, now)

(Chorus)

Hoist up the John B's sails. (John B. sails) See how the main sails set. (Main sails set.)
Call for the captain ashore, let me go home. (Let me go home.)
Let me go home. (I want to go home.) I want to go home. (Why don't you let me go home?)
Well, I feel so break up, I want to go home. (I want to go home.)

Have you heard of the ship, called the good Reuben James
Run by hard fighting men, both of honor and fame
She flew the stars and stripes for the land of the free
But tonight she's in her grave at the bottom of the sea

Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?

One hundred men went down to their dark and watery graves
When that good ship went down only forty-four were saved
T'was the last of October, they save the forty-four
From the dark, icy waters of that cold Iceland shore

Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?

It was there in the dark, of that cold and water night
They watched for the U-Boats, they waited for a fight
Then a whine and a rock and a great explosion's roar
They laid the Reuben James on that cold ocean floor

Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?

Many years have passed since those brave men are gone
Those cold, icy waters, they're still and they're calm
Many years have passed and still I wonder why
The worst of men must fight and the best of men must die

Oh, tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?
Tell me what were their names, tell me what were their names
Did you have a friend on the good Reuben James?

Chorus:
You gotta sing out if you want to get to heaven. You gotta sing out, join in and pray.
Sing out if you want to get to heaven. Ask the Lord to show you the way and He'll show you if you pray!

Well, I can sing my title clear to mansions in the sky. I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear and wipe my weepin' eye.

(Chorus)

Wake up by the trumpet sound, I from the grave shall rise to see the judge with the glory crown, a view from flaming sky.

(Chorus twice)

She was too good to me. How can I get along now? So close she stood to me. Everything seems all wrong now.
She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her fun.
If she was mean to me, I'd never say, "Go 'way, now." She was a queen to me. Who's gonna light my way now?
It's only natural that I'm blue. She was too good to be true.

(Hum melody)

She would have brought me the sun, making me smile that was her fun.
If she was mean to me, I'd never say, "Go 'way, now." She was a queen to me. Who's gonna light my way now?
It's only natural that I'm blue. She was too good to be true.

(Jean Ritchie/Lee Hays)

[Chorus:]
Shady Grove, my little love, Shady Grove, I know. Shady Grove, my little love, bound for Shady Grove. (Last time: Bound for Shady Grove. (Right on over to Lonesome Traveler)

Lips as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of the deepest brown, You are the darlin' of my heart stay 'til the sun goes down.

[Chorus]

I went to see my Shady Grove standin' by the door, shoes and stockings in her hand little bare feet on the floor.

[Chorus]

I wish'd I had a big fat horse, corn to feed him on, pretty little girl to stay at home, you feed him when I'm gone.

[Chorus]

Well, (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I am a lonely and a lonesome traveler [Repeat 2x]
I've been a-travelin' on.

I traveled in the mountains and in the valleys, [Repeat 2x]
Well, I've been a-travelin' on.

I traveled cold and then I traveled hungry, well [Repeat 2x]
I've been a-travelin' on.

Hey, one of these days I'm gonna stop all my travelin', well [Repeat 2x]
Stop all this travelin' on.

I'm gonna keep right on a-travelin' on that road to freedom [Repeat 2x]
Well, I've been a-travelin' on.

Jane Bowers/Dave Guard

Don't you remember, Senora, when you had a love of your own? You had a duenna, Senora. You had a kind chaperone.
Didn't she sometimes, Senora, grant you a moment alone?

Once in a garden, Senora, didn't your love steal a kiss? Surely a moment remembered stirs in a setting like this.
Surely, within such a garden, wisdom can smile upon bliss.

Cruel is the curfew, Senora, cruelly and strictly imposed. Soon Don Hernando will signal, bidding the gate to be closed.
Who'd be the wiser, Senora, if, for a moment you dozed?

Don't you remember, Senora, you had a love of your own. You had a duena, Senora. You had a kind chaperone.
I love her dearly, Senora. Grant us a moment alone. I love her dearly, Senora. Grant us a moment alone.

Adieu, Emile, my trusted friend,
We've known each other since we were nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills and trees,
Learned of love and A B Cs,
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Adieu, Emile, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky.
Now that the Spring is in the air
Pretty girls are ev'rywhere.
Think of me and I'll be there.

We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the hills we would climb
Were just seasons out of time.

Adieu, Papa, please pray for me.
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
Wonder how I got along.
Adieu, Papa, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky.
Now that the Spring is in the air
Little children ev'rywhere.
When you see them, I'll be there.

We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.

Adieu, Francoise, my trusted wife,
Without you I'd have had a lonely life.
You cheated lots of times but then,
I forgave you in the end
Though your lover was my friend.
Adieu, Francoise, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky.
Now that the spring is in the air
With your lovers ev'rywhere;
Just be careful, I'll be there.

All our lives we had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the stars we could reach
Were just starfish on the beach.

Adieu, Emile.
Adieu, Papa.
Adieu, Francoise.

We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.

All our lives, we had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach.

Adieu, Emile, my trusted friend,
We've known each other since we were nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills and trees,
Learned of love and A B Cs,
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Adieu, Emile, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky.
Now that the Spring is in the air
Pretty girls are ev'rywhere.
Think of me and I'll be there.

We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the hills we would climb
Were just seasons out of time.

Adieu, Papa, please pray for me.
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
Wonder how I got along.
Adieu, Papa, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky.
Now that the Spring is in the air
Little children ev'rywhere.
When you see them, I'll be there.

We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.

Adieu, Francoise, my trusted wife,
Without you I'd have had a lonely life.
You cheated lots of times but then,
I forgave you in the end
Though your lover was my friend.
Adieu, Francoise, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky.
Now that the spring is in the air
With your lovers ev'rywhere;
Just be careful, I'll be there.

All our lives we had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the stars we could reach
Were just starfish on the beach.

Adieu, Emile.
Adieu, Papa.
Adieu, Francoise.

We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.

All our lives, we had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach.

Adieu, Emile, my trusted friend,
We've known each other since we were nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills and trees,
Learned of love and A B Cs,
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Adieu, Emile, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky.
Now that the Spring is in the air
Pretty girls are ev'rywhere.
Think of me and I'll be there.

We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the hills we would climb
Were just seasons out of time.

Adieu, Papa, please pray for me.
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
Wonder how I got along.
Adieu, Papa, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky.
Now that the Spring is in the air
Little children ev'rywhere.
When you see them, I'll be there.

We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.

Adieu, Francoise, my trusted wife,
Without you I'd have had a lonely life.
You cheated lots of times but then,
I forgave you in the end
Though your lover was my friend.
Adieu, Francoise, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky.
Now that the spring is in the air
With your lovers ev'rywhere;
Just be careful, I'll be there.

All our lives we had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the stars we could reach
Were just starfish on the beach.

Adieu, Emile.
Adieu, Papa.
Adieu, Francoise.

We had joy. We had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone.

All our lives, we had fun.
We had seasons in the sun,
But the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach.