(John Fischer) The paint is old and peeling The shutters show some cracks There's a heavy limb on the apple tree That's got to be cut back There's some
(Cheryl Wheeler) In the year of the yellow cab In the shadow of the great world war The third kid grandmom had Came into this world On a rolling farm
(Mary Travers /Noel Paul Stookey) Memory moves us past each other Time is a ribbon without end Love is the lesson we keep learning Death but a moment
that Mexican border They chase us like outlaws, like thieves on the run [Chorus:] Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
(Noel Paul Stookey) In the beginning, as life became form, The oceans heaved, the mountains were cleaved, The firmament stormed. At the center of being
pages I used to think I was the cat's pajamas Now I'm about as hip as Fernando Lamas (cause I'm) Old enough Old enough to be your father Old enough Old
(Maxwell Anderson/Kurt Weill) When I was a young man courting the girls I played me a waiting game. If a maid refused me with tossing curls I'd let
(Peter Yarrow) There's a little girl playing in the garden She thinks that she's alone and no one sees But the beauty of it all As the daisy petals
(New words and music by Peter, Paul and Mary and Bob DeCormier) My daddy is an engineer, my brother drives a hack My sister pulls in washing, the baby
you're down and out In your pocket, not one penny and your friends you know you haven't any If I ever get my hands on a dollar again I'm gonna hold onto
(Buddy Mondlock) I'm the kid who ran away with the circus Now I'm watering elephants But I sometimes lie awake in the sawdust Dreaming I'm in a suit
't do as I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back to New Orleans Your race is almost run I'm going back
(Peter Yarrow) I traveled the banks of the River of Jordan To find where it flows to the sea. I looked in the eyes of the cold and the hungry And I
(Peter Yarrow) So I told him that he'd better shut his mouth And do his job like a man. And he answered "Listen, Father, I will never kill another."
(Sally Fingerett) On the corner there's this nice man His name is Mark, He's always smiling He's got this mom who comes on Wednesdays In the evening
(New words and music by Peter, Paul & Mary and Bob DeCormier) By the waters, the waters of Babylon We sat down and wept, and wept for thee Zion We remember