Summer sky and a throat bone dry And the fields are all gold Dusty lane with a song in my brain And it stoned me to my soul I climb higher move towards
No one knows where the ladder goes You're gonna lose what you love the most You're not alone in anything You're not unique in dying I feel estranged
Folk songs can tell us tales about the times we live And help remind us of what's passed To our sons we can leave some signs So like our fathers we might
Mike Settle Well, how many beans could Woody have picked when he was always writing songs? You believe that story about hard travelin', well, I can tell
I have waited the night over For some word to come I asked the moon o'er the clover But the moon she is dumb You've made me a promise At midnight we'
My hands are tied behing my back my face is red with hate I know i've tried to be the better man but I can't accept this fate It's seems every time I
Hört ihr wie das Volk erklingt Von unserer Wut erzählt der Wind Das ist die Sinfonie von Menschen Die nicht länger Sklaven sind Jedes Herz
Lying in the long, long grass Blossom on the trees Springtime's slipping away, my love Yeah, springtime's slipping away When it comes around again It
I know it is alive I can feel it all around me I know it is a lie (huh huh huh huh) They cant kill us all, If we stick together. They cant kill us all
It's like picking up the pieces is a daily chore Thinking of your time card forms a habit Watching rick folks on T.V.'s like picking a sore Fuck it
Near Barcelona, the peasant crooned The old traditional Spanish tunes The Neapolitan street song sighs You think of Italian skies Each nation has a creative
They come over here and they take all our land They chop of our heads and they boil them in oil Our children are leaving and we have no heads We drink
[Mingo, Moose and Sam] The real American folk song is a rag, A mental jag A rhythmic tonic for the chronic blues The critics called it a joke song
Dans la tradition du folk song melody Un soldat de plomb et un roi maudit Combattent ensemble pour la mere patrie Pendant qu'une bergere s'ennuie au pays
Si nuestra tierra nos pide tenemos que ser nosotros los que levantemos Chile, asi es que a poner el hombro. Vamos a llevar las riendas de todos nuestros
They come here alone and they leave in twos except for you and me who just came to you as if you're all done like you said you'd be what are you doing
I have waited the night over For some word to come I asked the moon o'er the clover But the moon she is dumb You have made me a promise At midnight
Lying in the long long grass Blossom on the trees Springtime's slipping away my love Yeah springtime's slipping away When it comes around again It will
