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Some say that love is a gentle thing
But it's only brought me pain
And the only boy I ever lost
Has gone on the morning train.

I never will marry
I'll be no man's wife
I expect to live single

Acoustic Set
01. Help Me Make It Through The Night 3:12
02. Earth Angel 1:50
03. Honey Love 2:18
04. Silver Dagger 3:03
05. There But For Fortune 3:08
06. Jesse 4:25
07. Pastures Of Plenty 3:09

01. Me And Bobby McGee (& Symphony Orchestra) [03:59]
02. I Wanna Know What Love Is (& Greg Walker) [03:39]
03. Blues Improv (& Odetta) [09:30]
04. Warriors Of The Sun [03:22]
05. No Woman No Cry [03:39]
06. Farewell, Angelina [02:49]
07. Recently [03:03]
08. El Preso Numйro Nueve [03:20]

01. Diamonds & Rust [03:48]
02. Ain't Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around [01:27]
03. No Woman No Cry [03:48]
04. Famous Blue Raincoat [04:51]
05. Farewell, Angelina [02:22]
06. El Preso Namero Nueve [03:16]
07. Ellas Danzan Solas (Cueca Solas danza) [05:47]
08. Llego Con Tres Heridas [02:41]

01. Warrior Of The Sun [05:39]
02. China [06:31]
03. Goodnight Saigon [05:56]
04. Carrickfergus [05:38]
05. Hand To Mouth [04:38]
06. Speaking Of Dreams [04:34]
07. El Salvador (& Jackson Browne) [03:59]
08. Rambling Gambler - Whispering Bells [05:08]

01. Love Is Just A Four-Letter-Word [04:36]
02. Isaac & Abraham [02:24]
03. Amsterdam [04:58]
04. Play Me Backwards [05:14]
05. Strange Rivers [05:30]
06. Welcome Me [07:15]
07. There But For Fortune [03:48]
08. The Edge Of Glory [05:18]

01. Butterfly Tree (& Berkeley Symphony Orchestra) [03:14]
02. Wonderful Day (& Berkeley Symphony Orchestra) [03:11]
03. Ode to Sarajevo (& Tommy Sands) [04:57]
04. Where have all the flowers gone (Tommy Sands & Dolores Keane) [06:26]
05. Music of healing (Tommy Sands & Pete Seeger) [03:44]
06. Guantanamera (&Jackson Browne) [06:37]
07. Weeping Willow (&Ralph Stanley) [03:12]
08. Wagoner's Lad (& Roger McGuinn) [02:44]

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,
a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles,
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two, Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four,
Lord I'm 500 miles from my home.
500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles, 500 miles

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

A young gypsy fell out in a slumber
Heading north with a driver he knew
Someone he'd lived with and trusted
A young woman who trusted him too

That very same day the young gypsy

Hush little baby, don't you cry,
You know your mother was born to die
All my trials, Lord, soon be over
Too late my brothers, too late
But never mind
All my trials, Lord soon be over

The river of Jordan is chilly and cold

(A. Bredon)

Babe, I'm gonna leave you
Tell you when I'm gonna leave you
Leave you when ol'summer time,
Summer comes a-rolling
Leave you when ol'summer comes along
Babe, the highway is a-callin'

Babe, i'm gonna leave you
Tell you when i'm gonna leave you
Leave you when ol'summer time,
Summer comes a-rolling
Leave you when ol'summer comes along
Babe, the highway is a-callin'
The old highway's a-callin'
Callin'me to travel on, travel on out the westward

I asked my love, to take a walk,
To take a walk, just a little walk.
Down beside where the waters flow,
Down by the banks of the Ohio.

And only say, that you'll be mine.
In no others arms entwine.
Down beside where the waters flow,

Be not too hard for life is short
And nothing is given to man.
Be not too hard when he is sold or bought,
For he must manage as best he can.
Be not too hard when he blindly dies
Fighting for things he does not own.
Be not too hard when he tells lies
Or if his heart is sometimes like a stone.

We may not always be the best of lovers
But if you leave it to me I think I can see
We'll always be the best of friends

And one day when I am old and on the porch
With knittings around my knees you hear me say
Excuse me please, but aren't you the one
And wasn't it fun way back when

Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His lips are something wond'rous fair
The purest eyes and the bravest hands.
I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes
And if my love no more I see
My life would quickly fade away.

BLESSED ARE...
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Blessed are the one way ticket holders
on a one way street.
Blessed are the midnight riders
for in the shadow of God they sleep.
Blessed are the huddled hikers

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Сколько дорог человеку нужно пройти

Before you can call him a man
Чтобы его можно было назвать человеком

Yes 'n how many seas must a white dove sail
И над сколькими морями должна пролететь белая голубка

Blue Sky

Walk along the river, sweet lullaby, it just keeps on flowing,
It don't worry 'bout where it's going, no, no.
Don't fly, mister blue bird, I'm just walking down the road,
Early morning sunshine tell me all I need to know

CHORUS

Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love
I’m sailin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing?

No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled

Caleb Myer he lived alone in them hollering pines
He made a little whiskey for himself
Said it helped pass the time

Long one evening in the back of my house
Caleb come around
He called my name till I went out
With no one else around

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Infinity gives me chills
So could the waters of Iceland
But there's a difference in finding diamonds in rust
And rhinestones in a dishpan
Miracles bowl me over
And often will they do so

Little Annie Fannie
Morgan and Christian
Katy and Nathan
Tommy and Zem Zem
Alex and J.J.
Tai and Ezekial
Amy and Josie
Matthew and Mosie

Hasta Siempre (Joan Baez)

Aprendimos a quererte
Desde la historica altura
Donde el sol de tu bravura
Le puso cerco a la muerte

Aquí se queda la clara

Come all ye fair and tender maidens
Take warning how you court young men
They're like a star of a summer's morning
First they appear and then they're gone

They'll tell to you some loving story
They'll swear to you their love is true
Straight away they go and court another

Get you a copper kettle, get you a copper coil
Fill it with new made corn mash and never more you'll toil
You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright
Watch them just a-filling in the pale moonlight.

Build you a fire with hickory, hickory, ash and oak
Don't use no green or rotten wood, they'll get you by the smoke
You'll just lay there by the juniper while the moon is bright

Father, can you hear the tolling of the bells
Echo a hundred thousand sons who wish you well?
Tears will pour from the Golden Eagle now
He watches as your soul departs
The fields and the sanctuaries soon will overflow
With the solidarity of hearts

Into our lives you came

Now you say you're lonely
You cried the long night through
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river
I cried a river over you

Now you say you're sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry me a river, cry me a river

And I holler why,
And I holler why
And I holler why,
The tortoise boy no mon ami!

And I holler why,
And I holler why
And I holler why,

DE COLORES
De colores,
de colores se visten los campos en la primavera.
De colores,
de colores son los pajaritos que vienen de afuera.
De colores,
de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir.
Y por eso los grandes amores de muchos colores

I'll be damned, here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you decided to call

And here I sit, hand on the telephone
Hearing the voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago

I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the breaks of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm traveling on
Don't think twice, it's all right.

On a waggon bound for market
there`s a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there`s a swallow,
winging swiftly through the sky.
How the winds are laughing,
they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer`s night.

Арн Цейтлин, Щолом Секунда; пер. на анг. Артура Кевесса и Тедди Шварца

DONNA, DONNA

On a wagon bound for market,
there's a calf with a mornful eye,
high above him there's a swallow,
winging swiftly through the sky.

EAST VIRGINIA
Joan Baez

I was born in east Virginia
North Carolina I did roam
There I met a pretty fair maiden
Her name and age I do not know

My house stands at the edge of glory
Steady as the seasons change
Dreams of grace arise before me
And they call me home again

I went forth with no protection
Through a fierce and blinding rain
Seeking truth but not perfection

Al preso numero nueve, ya lo van a confesar
está rezando en la celda con el cura del penal
porque ante este amanecer, la vida le han de quitar
porque mató a su mujer y un amigo desleal
Dice, así, al confesar "los maté, si señor
y si yo vuelvo a nacer, yo los vuelvo a matar

Padre no me arrepiento, ni me da miedo la eternidad

Along came the FFV the swiftest on the line
Running o'er the C&O road just twenty minutes behind
Running into Sou'ville headquarters on the line
Receiving there strict orders from a station just behind

Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm
Saying my darling son be careful how you run
For many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now, just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

Tell me, you're building your house deep in the desert
Are you living for nothing now?
Hope you're keeping some kind of record

Oh fare thee well, I must be gone
And leave you for a while
Wherever I go, I will return
If I go ten thousand miles
If I go, if I go
If I go ten thousand miles

Oh, ten thousand miles it is so far

Farewell, Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound.
The triangle tingles
and the trumpets play slow.
Farewell, Angelina
the sky is on fire

Farewell Angelina

The bells of the crown

Are being stolen by bandits

I must follow the sound

I threw your keys in the water, I looked back
They'd frozen halfway down in the ice
They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners
Even after the anger, it all turned silent
And the everyday turned solitary, so we came to February

First we forgot where we'd planted those bulbs last year
And then we forgot that we'd planted it all

May God bless
And keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you

May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb every road

Freight Train
by Elizabeth Cottеn.

Freight train, Freight train, goin' so fast,
Freight train, Freight train, goin' so fast,
Please don't tell what train I'm on
So they won't know where I'm gone.

(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

The grey quiet horse wears the reins of dawn,
And nobody knows what mountain he's from.
In his mouth he carries the golden key,
And nobody sees him but Gabriel and me.
Gabriel and me.

As I walked out over London bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie

"Ah, my Geordie will be hanged
In a golden chain 'Tis not the chain of many
He was born of king's royal breed

God is God

I believe in prophecy.
Some folks see things not everybody can see.
And,once in a while,they pass the secret along to you and me.

And I believe in miracles.
Something sacred burning in every bush and tree.

"Heaven Help Us All"

Heaven help the child who never had a home
Heaven help the girl who walks the streets alone
Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall
Heaven help us all

Heaven help the black man if he struggles one more day

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, Oh God, for one.

If I had listened what Mama said,
I'd be at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,

Hush, little baby, don't say a word,
Papa's going buy you a mocking bird.

If that mocking bird don't sing,
Papa's going buy you a diamond ring.

If that diamond ring is brass,
Papa's going buy you a looking glass.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
wandering through this world of woe,
and there’s no sickness, no toil or danger
in that bright land to which I go.
I’m going there to meet my mother,
she said she’d meet me when I come.
I’m only going over Jordan,
I’m only going over home.

I know you, rider
Gonna miss me when I'm gone
I know you, rider
You're gonna miss me when I'm gone
Gonna miss your pretty mama from
Rolling in your arms

I love you, rider

I once loved a boy, and the bold brown-haired boy
I would come and would go at his request;
and this bold bonny boy was my pride and my joy
and I built him a bower in my breast.

And this girl who has taken my bold, bonny love,
May she make of it all that she can;
For whether he loves me or loves me not,

I wonder as I wander, outunder the sky

How jesus the savior, did come for die

For poor ornry people like you and like i

I wonder as I wander, outunder the sky

If I knew where the wild dove flew
I would not tell the hunter, but I would tell you
Though they say you're not a brave man, hardly a man at all
You would not shoot the wild things, like brave men in the fall
Mm mm

If I knew where calypso bloomed,
I would not tell the ladies, but I would tell you

Words and music by Dar Williams

I never thought you were the letter writing type
so now I see the words you chose the way you write
so I started to write back about the trees in the snow
and I saw a bird, couldn't say what it was but I thought you'd know
you always surprised me

Yessee, yessee uh, huh i will do that
What time does the meeting start?

He may be a little late
Because he's writing, writing, writing
But anyway, he'll come down
I'll have him do that you're welcome bye Bye

In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale

There was a wealthy merchant
In London he did dwell
He had a lovely daughter
The truth to you I'll tell
Oh the truth to you I'll tell

She had sweethearts a-plenty
And men of high degree

Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed
Where we slept; now it's growing cold.
Jesse your face, in the place where we lay
By the hearth, all apart, it hangs on my heart
And I'm leaving the light on the stairs
No I'm not scared; I wait for you
Hey Jesse, it's lonely, come home.

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,
alive as you and me.
Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead"
"I never died" said he,
"I never died" said he.

"The Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
they shot you Joe" they filled you full of lead.

Fair young maid all in a garden
Strange young man, passerby
He said, "Fair maid, will you marry me?"
This then, sir, was her reply:

Oh, no, kind sir, I cannot marry thee
For I've a love who sails all on the sea.
He's been gone for seven years

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a tear in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

With your drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo

Когда я шёл в родной Эйти*,
Когда я шёл в родной Эйти,
Когда я шёл в родной Эйти,
С костылём в руке и со слезами, застилавшими глаза,
Услышал крик печальной женщины:
«Джонни, я с трудом тебя узнала!»

«Где те глаза, что добротой светились,

It was on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
It was on the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
It was on the road to sweet Athy,
The stick in me hand and a drop in me eye,
I heard a doleful damsel cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

With your guns and drums and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo

With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo

Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya
Oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya

"Give to me your tired and your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me."

Blessed are the persecuted
And blessed are the pure in heart
Blessed are the merciful

Father, yes, I am a prisoner
Fear not to relay my crime
The crime is loving the forsaken
Only silence is shame

And now I'll tell you what's against us
An art that's lived for centuries
Go through the years and you will find

La Llorona

Todos me dicen el negro, llorona
negro pero cariñoso
Yo soy como el chile verde, llorona
picante pero sabroso.

Ay! de mi, llorona

words and music by Ed McCurdy

Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war

I dreamed I saw a mighty room

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Away by the waters so blue
The ladies were winding their way
While Pharaoh's little daughter went down to the water
To bathe in the cool of the day
Before it was dark she opened the ark
And found the sweet babe that was there

And away by the waters so blue

Ten years ago, on a cold dark night
Someone was killed 'neath the town hall light
The people who saw, they all agreed
That the slayer who ran looked a lot like me

The judge said, "Son, what is your alibi?
If you were somewheres else, then you won't have to die"
I spoke not a word, though it meant my life

The longest train I ever did see
Hundred coaches long
Only boy I ever loved
Is on that train and gone

On that train and gone
On that train and gone
Only boy I ever loved

Seems like only yesterday
I left my mind behind
Down in the Gypsy Cafe
With a friend of a friend of mine
She sat with a baby heavy on her knee
Yet spoke of life most free from slavery
With eyes that showed no trace of misery
A phrase in connection first with she I heard

How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger
His warm arms all around me?
How long since I've gazed into dark eyes that melted my soul down
To a place where it longs to be?
All of your history has little to do with your face
You're mainly a mystery with violins filling in space

You stood in the nude by the mirror and picked out a rose

We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone by
Cowhides and wool and live cargo
Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly
Sailing for the lowlands low

The lowlands low, the lowlands low
Sailing for the lowlands low

The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride,
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild,

Word is to the kitchen gone, and word is to the hall
And word is up to madam the queen, and that's the worst of all
That Mary Hamilton has borne a babe
To the highest stuart of all

Oh rise, arise Mary Hamilton
Arise and tell to me
What thou hast done with thy wee babe

Weaver of words
Who lives alone
In fear and sorrow
Where are the words
To set you free
Perhaps tomorrow
Where is the earth
Where is the sky

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the 'ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you can't forget your past;
So dry your tears, I say.

Another folk ballad that I deeply love.

Joan Baez is singing.

ONCE I KNEW A PRETTY GIRL
(Trad.)

Once I knew a pretty girl

There's no use crying, talking to a stranger
Naming the sorrow you've seen
Too many sad times, too many bad times
Nobody knows what you mean

Ah, but if somehow you could pack up your sorrows
And give them all to me
You would lose them, I know how to use them

In the night, while you lay sleeping
Dreaming of your amber skies
Was a poor boy broken hearted
Listening to the winds that sigh

My little darling, oh how, I love you
How I love you, none can tell
In your heart you love another

Que sont mes amis devenus
Que j'avais de si pres tenus
Et tant aimes
Ils ont ete trop clairsemes
Je crois le vent les a otes
L'amour est morte
Ce sont amis que vent emporte
Et il ventait devant ma porte

The joys of love are but a moment long
The pain of love endures the whole life long

Your eyes kissed mine, I saw the love in them shine
You brought me heaven right there when your eyes kissed mine

My love loves me, a world of wonder I see
A rainbow shines thru my window; my love loves me

Please come to Boston in the springtime
I'm stayin' here with some friends, and they've got lots of room
You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston

I said, 'No, would you come home to me?'
And I said, 'Hey, ramblin' boy, now won't cha settle down?

As I walked down to the river poor boy, to see the ships go by
my sweetheart stood on the deck of one, and she waved to me goodbye.

chorus:
bow down your head and cry poor boy,
bow down your head and cry, and stop thinking of the woman you love,
bow down your head and cry.

To the queen of hearts is the ace of sorrow
He's here today, he's gone tomorrow
Young men are plenty but sweethearts few
If my love leaves me what shall I do?

Had I the store in yonder mountain
Where gold and silver is there for counting
I could not count for thought of thee

The Railroad Boy (Traditional)
She went upstairs to make her bed
And not a word to her mother said
Her mother she went upstairs too
Saying "Daughter oh daughter, what's troubling you?"

"Oh Mother dear, I cannot tell
it's that Railroad Boy that I love so well

I'm a Rake And a Ramblin' Boy
CHORUS:
Well I'm a rake and ramblin' boy.
There's many a city I did enjoy,
And now I've married me a pretty little wife
And I love her dearer than I love my life.

Oh, she was pretty, both neat and gay

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if people don't like me
They can leave me alone

It's a dark night and it's lonesome
And the moon gives no light
My pony can't travel this dark road at night

I am a rose of Sharon
A lily of the valley
As a lily grown among the thorns
Love in this world has found me
As an apple tree among the trees
That grow deep in the forest
My lover's form in comely
With life and limb most joyous

Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
Was ist geschehn?
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind
Wann wird man je verstehn?
Wann wird man je verstehn?

Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
Was ist geschehn?
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind
Wann wird man je verstehn?
Wann wird man je verstehn?

Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
Wo sind sie geblieben?
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
Was ist geschehn?
Sag mir, wo die Blumen sind
Mädchen pflückten sie geschwind
Wann wird man je verstehn?
Wann wird man je verstehn?

Farewell my wistful Saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
A tide that never saw the seas
It flows through jungles, round the trees
Some say it's yellow, some say red
It will not matter when we're dead

How many dead men will it take

I peeked in to say goodnight
Then I heard my child in prayer
"And for me some scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for my hair"
All the stores were closed and shuttered
All the streets were dark and bare
In our town, no scarlet ribbons
Scarlet ribbons for her hair

Earth between my toes
and a flower in my hair
That's what I was wearing
when we lay among the ferns
Earth between my toes
and a flower I will wear
when he returns

An earthly nurse sits and sings,
And aye she sings a lily wean -
"Little ken I my bairn's father,
Far less the land that he dwells in."

For he's come one night to her bed's foot
And a grumly guest I'm sure he'd be,
Saying, "Here am I, thy bairn's father,

Don't sing love songs; you'll wake my mother
She's sleeping here, right by my side
And in her right hand, a silver dagger
She says that I can't be your bride.

All men are false, says my mother
They'll tell you wicked, lovin' lies
The very next evening, they'll court another

It's another happy April
To every happy fool.
And you move through my dreams
Like a trout moves through a pool.
Sure I will do anything,
But I blush at the reverie(задумчивости)
Sleeper come and go with me.
- And he always was a painter

So soon in the morning when
The clouds roll away
So soon in the morning I'll never go astray
I'll hope and I'll trust and
I watch through the night
So soon in the morning when
The dark clouds roll away
I heard the voice of Jesus say:

Lord Byron (George Gordon Byron, 1788 – 1824)
Перевод Куропаткина С.Н.

So, we'll go no more a roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

There are voices in the mirror, faces at the door
That open on the rivers we've never seen before
Are there choices for the sparrow, or does he only fly
High above the rivers that are pulling you and I

Oh, there are strange rivers, rivers that we cannot see
There are strange rivers who know our destiny
There are strange rivers who brought your love to me

Suzzane takes you down
To a place by the river.
You can see the boats go by,
You could spend the night forever.
And you know that she's half crazy
And that's why you want to be there.
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China.

Sweet Sir Galahad
came in through the window
in the night when
the moon was in the yard.
He took her hand in his
and shook the long hair
from his neck and he told her
she'd been working much too hard.

te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
oh, porque se mina gente tatuado.
te ador, tu amor,
deixasse corpo da gente marcado,
oh, porque se mina gente tatuado.
la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la.

When Joseph was an old man, an old man was he
He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee
He married Virgin Mary, the Queen of Galilee

Joseph and Mary walked through an orchard green
There were cherries and berries, as thick as might be seen
There were cherries and berries, as thick as might be seen

I had a dream I was following a barefoot girl
Beside a stream that flowed around the world
And we spoke of many things, though her mouth never moved
As the most peculiar scenes were disappearing into view

Oh what a dream, beyond the realm of white
Pretty little beings beneath the yawning sky
Speaking of god as though they could define

The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green, grass of home.
The old house is still standing, tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
and there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.

When the mist rolls in on Highway One
like a curtain to the day
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs
and I see them and I say
You are my children
my sweet children
I am your poet.

The House Carpenter (Joan Baez)

Am G Am Am G Am
"Well met, well met, my own true love, well met, well met," cried he.
Am C G Em Am G Am
"I've just returned from the salt, salt sea all for the love of thee."

Am G Am Am G Am

Lily of the West

Arrangement by Joan Baez

When first I came to Louisville
Some pleasure there to find
A damsel there from Lexington
Was pleasing to my mind

The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down lyrics
Songwriter: Robertson, Robbie

Virgil Caine is my name and I drove on the Danville train
'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again
In the winter of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive
By May the tenth, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well

They poured across the borders
We were cautioned to surrender
This I could not do
Into the hills I vanished

No one ever asks me
Who I am or where I'm going
But those of you who know

Oh, Mary was a maiden
When the birds began to sing.
She was sweeter than the blooming rose
So early in the spring.
Her thoughts were gay and happy
And the morning gay and fine,
For her lover was a river boy
From the river in the pines.

Trees They Grow High (Traditional)
The trees they grow high, the leaves they do grow green
Many is the time my true love I've seen
Many an hour I've watched him all alone
He's young, but he's daily growing

Father, dear father, you've done me great wrong
You've married me to a boy who is too young

Also known as "O Waly, Waly"
Child 204

The water is wide, I cannot get o'er
Neither have I wings to fly.
Give me a boat that can carry two
And both shall cross my true love and I

Show me a prison, show me a jail
Show me a prisoner whose face has grown pale
And I'll show you a young man
With many reasons why
There but for fortune, go you or I

Show me an alley, show me a train
Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain

I'll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet
And hope my words will carry home to your heart
You left us marching on the road and said how heavy was the load
The years were young, the struggle barely had its start
Do you hear the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're crying for you
See the children in the morning light, Bobby
They're dying

(Grady and Hazel Cole)



Only a tramp was Lazarus that day,
He lay down by the rich man's gate.
He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eat
But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.

Не собирается позволять Indira Ghandi, переворачивают меня...
переверните меня...
переверните меня...
Не собирается позволять Indira (как она получила бы то имя?) 'вокруг...
Сохраните a-walkin'
Сохраните a-talkin'
Собираясь строить совершенно новый мир.

Hegoak ebaki banizkio
nerea izango zen,
ez zuen aldegingo.
Bainan, honela
ez zen gehiago txoria izango
eta nik...
txoria nuen maite.

Virgin Mary had a one son,
Oh, glory halleluja,
Oh, pretty little baby,
Glory be to the new born King.

"Well, Mary how you call that pretty little baby,
Oh, pretty little baby,
Oh, pretty little baby,

Oh, hard is the fortune of all woman kind
She's always controlled, she's always confined
Controlled by her parents until she's a wife
A slave to her husband the rest of her life

Oh, I'm just a poor girl my fortune is sad
I've always been courted by the wagoner's lad
He's courted me daily, by night and by day

Waterboy, where are you hiding
If you don't come right here
Gonna tell you pa on you
There ain't no hammer
That's on a this mountain
That ring like mine boy that ring like mine
I'm gonna bust this rock boy
From here to the Macon

We Shall Overcome
Mahalia Jackson---We Shall Overcome

We shall overcome, we shall overcome,
We shall overcome someday;
Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe,
We shall overcome someday.

All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest
We will take their babies in our arms, and do our best
When the sun is low upon the field
To love and music they will yield
And the weary mothers of the earth shall rest

And the farmer on his tractor, and beside his plow
Will stand there in confusion as we wet his brow

(Traditional)

What Child is this who, laid to rest
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

[Chorus:]

Virgin Mary had a little baby
Oh, pretty little baby oh, glory halleluja
Glory be to the new born King

"Mary, what'cha gonna name that
Pretty little baby oh, pretty little baby
Oh, pretty little baby
Glory be to the new born King"

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

I am not on top of a mountain and
I am not under the ground
I am not spilling over the edges
And I am not easily found
I am not in shelter from the winter
When your head is buried in the sand
Why do the secret sellers explain things
Things I already understand

I will twine with my mingles of raven black hair
With the roses so red and the lilies so fair
The meadow so bright with it's emerald hue
And the pale and the leader and eyes look so blue

I will dance, I will sing and my laugh shall be gay
I will charm every heart, in his crown I will sway
I woke from my dream and all idols was clay

Поднявший меч на наш союз,
Достоин будет худшей кары,
И я за жизнь его тогда
Не дам и самой ломаной гитары.
Как вожделенно жаждет век
Нащупать брешь у нас в цепочке,
Возьмёмся за руки, друзья,
Возьмёмся за руки, друзья,