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1. |
| 3:15 | ||||
2. |
| 4:09 | ||||
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4. |
| 4:05 | ||||
Lo, lo, lo,
Lazlo Feher stole a stallion, Stole him from the misty mountain And they chased him and they caught him, And in iron chains they bound him. Word was sent to Anathea That her brother was in prison. "Bring me gold and six fine horses, I will buy my brothers freedom." "Judge, oh, judge, please spare my brother, I will give you gold and silver." "I don't want your gold and silver, All I want are your sweet favors." "Anathea, oh, my sister, Are you mad with grief and sorrow? He will rob you of your honor, And he'll hang me from the gallows." Anathea did not heed him, Straight way to the judge went running. In his righteous arms at midnight, There she heard the gallows groaning. "Anathea, Anathea, Don't go out into the forest. There among the green pines standing, You will find your brother hanging." Lo, lo, lo |
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5. |
| 3:42 | ||||
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7. |
| 5:24 | ||||
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you Though I know that evening's empire Has returned into sand Vanished from my hand Left me blindly here to stand But still not sleeping My weariness amazes me I'm branded on my feet I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's Too dead for dreaming Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you Take me on a trip upon your Magic swirling ship My senses have been stripped My hands can't feel to grip My toes too numb to step Wait only for my boot heels to be wandering I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade Into my own parade Cast your dancing spell my way I promise to go under it Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging Madly through the sun It's not aimed at anyone It's just escaping on the run And but for the sky, there are no fences facing And if you hear vague traces Of skipping reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time I wouldn't pay it any mind It's just a ragged clown behind And if to you he looks blind I wouldn't worry, it's just a shadow that he's seeing that he's chasing Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you Take me disappearing Through the smoke rings of my mind Down the foggy ruins of time Far past the frozen leaves The haunted, sheltered trees Out to the windy beach Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky With one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea Circled by the circus sands With memory and fate Driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come following you |
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9. |
| 3:38 | ||||
Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin' In your hand, in your hand. Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? Well I should have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. You've got reasons a-plenty for goin' This I know, this I know For the weeds have been steadily growin' Please don't go, please don't go. Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. As I lie in my bed in the mornin' Without you, without you Each song in my breast dies of bornin' Without you, without you Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? Well I should have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. |
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10. |
| 4:07 | ||||
Oh what will you give me Say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future Cry the brown bells of Merthyr Who made the mine owner Say the black bells of Rhondda And who robbed the miner Cry the grim bells of Blaina They will plunder willy-nilly Cry the cells of Caerphilly They have fangs, they have teeth Say the loud bells of Neathe Even God is uneasy Say the moist bells of Swansea They will plunder willy-nilly Cry the bells of Caerphilly Put the vandals in court Say the bells of Newport All would be well if, if, if Cry the green bells of Cardiff Why so worried, sisters, why Sang the silver bells of Wye And what will you give me Say the sad bells of Rhymney |
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11. |
| 3:28 | ||||
Farewell to Tarwathie
Adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I bid you farewell I'm bound off for Greenland And ready to sail In hopes to find riches In hunting the whale Farewell to my comrades For a while we must part And likewise the dear lass Who first won my heart The cold coast of Greenland My love will not chill And the longer my absence More loving she'll feel Our ship is well rigged And she's ready to sail The crew they are anxious To follow the whale Where the icebergs do float And the stormy winds blow Where the land and the ocean Is covered with snow The cold coast of Greenland Is barren and bare No see time nor harvest Is ever known there And the birds here sing sweetly In mountain and dale But there's no bird in Greenland To sing to the whale There is no habitation For a man to live there And the king of that country Is the fierce Greenland bear And there'll be no temptation To tarry long there With our ship under full We will homeward repair Farewell to Tarwathie Adieu Mormond Hill And the dear land of Crimmond I bid you farewell I'm bound off for Greenland And ready to sail In hopes to find riches In hunting the whale |