Harry Belafonte - Folk Standards (2005) by Harry Belafonte (보컬) on maniadb.com

Day o Day o
Daylight come and we want go home
Day is a day is a day
is a day is a day is a day o
Daylight come and we want go
Work all night on a drink of rum
Daylight come and we want go home
Stack banana til the morning come
Daylight come and we want go home
Come Mister Tally Man tally me banana
Daylight come and we want go home
Come Mister Tally Man tally me banana
Daylight come and we want go home
6 foot 7 foot 8 foot bunch
Daylight come and we want go home
6 foot 7 foot 8 foot bunch
Daylight come and we want go home
Day is a day o
Day is a day is a day is a day
Daylight come and we want go home
A beautiful bunch of ripe banana
Daylight come and we want go home
Hide the deadly black tarantula
Daylight come and we want go home
It's 6 foot 7 foot 8 foot bunch
Daylight come and we want go home
6 foot 7 foot 8 foot bunch
Daylight come and we want go home
Day is a day o
Daylight come and we want go home
Day is a day is a day is a day
Daylight come and we want go home
Come Mister Tally Man Tally me banana
Daylight come and we want go home
Come Mister Tally Man tally me banana
Daylight come and we want go home
Day o Day o
Daylight come and we want go home
Day is a day is a day is a day
is a day is a day o
Daylight come and we want go home

coconut~ coconut~
coconut~ coconut~
coconut women is calling out
and every day you can hear her shout
coconut women is calling out
and every day you can hear her shout
get you coconut water
cocopunch
and it's good for your daughter
cocopunch
cococatlc like an iron
cocopunch makes you strong like a lion
cocopunch

This is my island in the sun
Where my people have toiled since time begun
I may sail on many a sea
Her shores will always be home to me

Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters,
Your shining sand

As morning breaks
The heaven on high
I lift my heavy load to the sky
Sun comes down with a burning glow
Mingles my sweat with the earth below

Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters,
Your shining sand

I see woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the waterside
Casting nets at the surging tide

Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters,
Your shining sand

I hope the day will never come
That I can't awake to the sound of drum
Never let me miss carnival
With calypso songs philosophical

Oh, island in the sun
Willed to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest, waters,
Your shining sand

Well you woke up in the morning
hear the big bell ring,
you go marching to the table
see the same damn thing
Well its on a one table
knife and fork and a pan
And if you say a thing about it
youre in trouble with the man
Let the Midnight Special
shine her light on me
Let the Midnight Special
shine her ever
lovin light on me
Let the Midnight Special
shine her ever
lovin light on me
Let the Midnight Special
shine her ever
lovin light on me
If you ever go to Houston
youd better walk right
and you better not stagger
and you better not fight
Cause the sheriff will
arrest you
and hell carry you down
and you can bet your bottom
dollar youre Sugarl and bound
so Let the Midnight Special
shine her light on me
Let the Minding Special
shine her ever lovin
light on me
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Yonder come miss Rosie
how in the world did you know?
By the way she wears her apron
and the clothes she wore
Umbrella on her shoulder
piece of paper in her hand
She come to see the govnor
she wants to free her man
so Let the Midnight Special
shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special
shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special
shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special
shine a everlovin light on me
Let the Midnight Special
shine a light on me
Let the Midnight Special
shine a light on me

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton bolls get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

When I was a little bitty baby
My mama would rock me in the cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home
In them old cotton fields back home

Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All those things that don't change come what may
But our good times are all gone
And I'm bound for moving on
I look for you if I'm ever back this way

Think Ill go out to Alberta
Weathers good there in the fall
Got some friends I can go to working for
Still I wish you change your mind
If I asked you one more time
But we've been through that a hundred times or more

If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are going good
You could meet me if I send you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
ain't too much for you to do
And those winds sure can blow cold way out there