Тексты песен «Weavers»

The cuckoo is a pretty bird, she sings as she flies She brings us the tidings and tells us no lies She feeds on the pretty flowers in the spring of the year And sings of my false love in a voice true and clear...

On a Monday I was arrested On a Tuesday I was locked up in jail On a Wednesday my trial was tested On a Thursday nobody to give my bail Lord it's all, almost done, Lord it's all, almost done Oh, Lord it's all, almost...

Go tell Aunt Rhodie Go tell Aunt Rhodie Go tell Aunt Rhodie That the old gray goose is dead The one she's been saving The one she's been saving The one she's been saving The one she's been saving To make a feather bed...

I was born in East Virginia North Carolina, I did go There I met the fairest maiden Her name and age I did not know Her hair it was a light brown color Cheeks that were a ruby red On her dress she wore white lilies...

The winter season of the year When to this world our Lord was born The ox and donkey, so they say Did keep his holy presence warm How many oxen and donkeys now If they were there when first he came How many oxen and...

Here I sit on Buttermilk hill Who can play me, cry my fill And every tear and turn of milk Johnny is gone for a soldier I sold my rock, I sold my reel I even sold my spinning wheel To buy my love a sword of steel...

Me father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light And corded a mermaid one fine night From this union there came free A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me Yo ho ho, the wind blows free Oh, for the life on the...

We are almost down to the shore Peter, Peter on the sea Drop your nets and follow me We are almost down to the shore Fight on, fight on Children don't turn back We are almost down to the shore I said, "Fight on,...

As I was out riding one morning for pleasure I spied a young cowboy-a riding along His hat was throw'd back and his spurs were jingling And as he was riding he was singing this song Whoopee ti yi yo, get along little...

Wish I was in bowling greens Sitting in my chair When I'm around my pretty little gal When I'm around my dear, when I'm around my dear Bowling Green, hey Good old Bowling Green Going through this worried world Going...

I've got a home in that rock, don't you see? I've got a home in that rock, don't you see? Between the earth and sky I thought I heard my Savior cry You better get home in that rock, don't you see? Now, the rich man...

Well, when I was a young man never been kissed I got to thinkin' it over how much I had missed So I got me a girl and I kissed her and then, and then Oh, lordy, well I kissed 'er again CHORUS Because she had kisses...

Well, when I'm on my journey don't you weep after me When I'm on my journey don't you weep after me, try it When I'm on my journey don't you weep after me I don't want you to weep after me, try it again, you'll find...

Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane Poor Liza, poor girl, she died on the train You go down the new cut road I'll go down the lane You can hug an old fence post I'll hug Liza Jane Poor Liza, poor girl, oh Liza Jane...

We will rally round the flag, boys, rally once again Shouting the battle cry of freedom We will rally from the hillside, gather from the plain Shouting the battle cry of freedom The Union forever, hurrah boys, hurrah...

Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day? Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to? Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to? Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day? Run to the...

I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside and study war no more Down by the riverside I'm gonna lay my burden down Down by the riverside I'm gonna lay my burden down Down by the riverside I'm gonna...

Sylvie, Sylvie Sylvie, Sylvie Bring me little water, Sylvie Bring me little water now Bring me little water, Sylvie Every little once in a while Bring me little water, Sylvie Bring me little water now Bring me little...

The keeper did a hunting go Under his cloak he carried a bow All for a shoot, a merry little doe Among the leaves so green, oh Jacky boy (Master) Sing me well (Very well) Hey, down, ho, down, very, very down...

This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and Me. As I was walking that ribbon of highway, I...