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| 1. |
| 3:06 | 
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Once there were greenfields
Kissed by the sun Once there were valleys Where rivers used to run Once there were blue skies With white clouds high above Once they were part of An everlasting love We were the lovers who strolled Through greenfields. Greenfields are gone now Parched by the sun Gone from the valleys Where rivers used to run Gone with the cold wind That swept in through to my heart Gone with the lovers Who let their dreams depart Where are the greenfields that we Used to roam. I'll never know what made you run away How can I keep searching when dark clouds hide the day I only know there's nothing here for me Nothing in this wild world left for me to see. But I'll keep on waiting 'Til you return I'll keep on waiting Until the day you learn You can't be happy When your heart's on a roam You can't be happy Until you bring it home Home to the greenfields and me Once again. |
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| 2. |
| 2:29 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:34 |
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| 4. |
| 2:58 |
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Down the way where the nights are gay
And the sun shines daily on the mountain top I took a trip on a sailing ship And when I reach Jamaica I made a stop But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down, my head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town Sounds of laughter everywhere And the dancing girls swaying to and fro I must declare, my heart is there Tho' I've been from Maine to Mexico But I'm sad to say, I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down, my head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town --- Instrumental --- Down at the market you can hear Ladies cry out while on their heads they bare Ackey rice, salt fish are nice And the rum is fine any time of year But, I'm sad to say, I'm on my way Won't be back for many a day My heart is down, my head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town My heart is down, my head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town My heart is down, my head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston town My heart is down, my head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston... |
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| 5. |
| 2:53 |
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Oooooooooooh, oooh ooh.....
A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing The green leaves of summer are calling me home It was good to be young then in the season of plenty When the catfish were jumping as high as the sky. A time just for planting, a time just for plowing A time to be courting a girl of your own T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth And to stand by your wife, at the moment of birth. A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing A time just for living, a place for to die. T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth Now the green leaves of Summer are calling me home T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth, Now the green leaves of Summer are calling be home. Ooooooooooooooh, oooh oooh.... |
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| 6. |
| 2:24 |
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(Rolf Harris)
Spoken: There's an old Australian stockman lying, dying. He gets himself up onto one elbow and 'e turns to his mates, Who are all gathered around and 'e says: Watch me wallabies feed, mate Watch me wallabies feed, They're a dangerous breed, mate So watch me wallabies feed Altogether now! Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down. Keep me cockatoo cool, Carl, Keep me cockatoo cool Ah, don't go acting the fool, Carl Just keep me cockatoo cool Altogether now! Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down. 'n' take me koala back, Jack Take me koala back He lives somewhere out on the track, Mac So take me koala back Altogether now! Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down. Let me abos go loose, Lew Let me abos go loose They're of no further use, Lew So let me abos go loose Altogether now! Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down. And mind me platypus duck, Bill Mind me platypus duck Ah, don't let 'im go running amok, Bill Just mind me platypus duck Altogether now! Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down. PLay your didgeridoo, Blue Play your didgeridoo Ah, like, keep playin' 'til I shoot thru, Blue Play your didgeridoo Altogether now! Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down. Tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred Tan me hide when I'm dead So we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde And that's it hangin' on the shed!! Altogether now! Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down Tie me kangaroo down, sport Tie me kangaroo down... |
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| 7. |
| 3:08 |
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Lady Greensleeves
--- Instrumental with humming --- Alas, my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously For I have courted you so long Delighting in your company. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves my heart of gold And who but my lady greensleeves. So, Greensleeves out there, well ado May good fortune prosper thee For I am still thy lover true Oh, come once again and love me. Greensleeves was all my joy Greensleeves was my delight Greensleeves was my heart of gold And who but my lady greensleeves... |
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| 8. |
| 3:38 |
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Where have all the flowers gone
Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone Young girls have picked them, every one Oh, When will they ever learn? Oh, When will they ever learn? Where have all the young girls gone Long time passing Where have all the young girls gone Long time ago Where have all the young girls gone Gone to husbands, every one Oh, When will they ever learn? Oh, When will they ever learn? Where have all the husbands gone Long time passing Where have all the husbands gone Long time ago Where have all the husbands gone Gone to soldiers, every one Oh, When will they ever learn? Oh, When will they ever learn? Where have all the soldiers gone Long time passing Where have all the soldiers gone Long time ago Where have all the soldiers gone Gone to graveyards, every one Oh, When will they ever learn? Oh, When will they ever learn? Where have all the graveyards gone Long time passing Where have all the graveyards gone Long time ago Where have all the graveyards gone Gone to flowers, every one Oh, When will they ever learn? Oh, When will they ever learn? Where have all the flowers gone?... |
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| 9. |
| 2:54 |
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The City Council met last night, the vote was four to three
To tear the home town depot down and build a factory To take that stretch of history and tear it off the map And to take old engine number nine and turn it into scrap Blue Water, Blue Water, Blue Water Line Blue Water, Blue Water, Blue Water Line If you can't afford a quarter then you ought to give a dime If everybody gave then we could save the Blue Water Line Oh I could tell you stories of the glories of that train Of the 49'er miners and the time old Jesse James Stole a thousand golden nuggets in that great train robbery And when old Abe Lincoln rode with Tad upon his knee Blue Water, Blue Water, Blue Water Line Blue Water, Blue Water, Blue Water Line If you can't afford a quarter then you ought to give a dime If everybody gave then we could save the Blue Water Line Just twenty thousand quarters and forty thousand dimes And we'll ride again to glory on that old Blue Water Line We'll have William Jennings Bryant stokin' coal on number nine So reach into your pockets boys for the old Blue Water Line Blue Water, Blue Water, Blue Water Line Blue Water, Blue Water, Blue Water Line If you can't afford a quarter then you ought to give a dime If everybody gave then we could save the Blue Water Line If everybody gave then we could save the Blue Water Line Blue Water, Blue Water, Blue Water Line Blue Water, Blue Water, Blue Water Line... |
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| 10. |
| 2:44 |
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I may not have mansion, I haven't any land
Not even a paper dollar to crinkle in my hands But I can show you morning on a thousand hills And kiss you and give you seven daffodils. I do not have a fortune to buy you pretty things But I can weave you moonbeams for necklaces and rings And I can show you morning on a thousand hills And kiss you and give you seven daffodils. Oh, seven golden daffodils all shining in the sun To light our way to evening when our day is done And I will give music and a crust of bread And a pillow of piny boughs to rest your head. A pillow of piny boughs to rest your head... |
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| 11. |
| 2:42 |
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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 movin' on. I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. I think I'll go out to Alberta, The weather's good there in the fall. I've got some friends that I can go to workin' for. Still I wish you'd 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 goin' good. You could meet me if I sent you down the fare, But by then it would be winter, nothin' much for you to do. And those winds sure can blow cold way out there. 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'll look for you if I'm ever back this way... |
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| 12. |
| 2:51 |
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If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four Lord, I'm 500 miles away from home Away from home, away from home Away from home, away from home Lord, I'm 500 miles away from home Not a shirt on my back Not a penny to my name Lord, I can't go back home this a-way This a-way, this a-way This a-way, this a-way Lord, I can't go back home this a-way If you miss the train I'm on You will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles... |
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| 13. |
| 3:45 |
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We come on the sloop John B
My grandfather and me 'Round Nassau town we did roam Drinking all night Got into a fight Well, I feel so brake up I want to go home. So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Send for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, Well, I feel so brake up I wanna go home. Well, the first mate he got drunk And broke in the people's trunk The constable had to come and take him away Sheriff John Stone Won't you leave me alone, Well, this thing I work with Since I've been born. So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Send for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, Well, I feel so brake up I wanna go home. --- Instrumental --- Well, the poor cook he caught the fits And threw away all my grits Then he took and he ate up all of my corn Where is John Stone Why don't you leave me alone Well, I feel so brake up I wanna go home. So hoist up the John B's sail See how the mainsail sets Send for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I wanna go home, Well, I feel so brake up I wanna go home. Well, I feel so brake up I wanna go home... |
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| 14. |
| 2:26 |
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Abilene, Abilene
Prettiest town I've ever seen. Woman there, they don't treat you mean In Abilene. I sit alone, every night Watch the trains roll out of sight How I wish they'd carry me back To Abilene. Wish I could go there The girl that I know there Would love me all of my day Why did I leave her Never to see her Oh, What a price to pay. Abilene, Abilene Prettiest town I've ever seen. Woman there, they don't treat you mean In Abilene. --- Whistles with Instrumental --- Wish I could go there The girl that I know there Would love me all of my day Why did I leave her Never to see her Oh, What a price to pay. Abilene, (Oh Abilene), Abilene, (My Abilene) Prettiest town I've ever seen. Woman there, never treat you mean In Abilene. --- Whistles with Instrumental to fade --- |
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| 15. |
| 3:03 |
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| 16. |
| 2:05 |
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| 17. |
| 2:30 |
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| 18. |
| 2:53 |
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Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, They rain and snow on everyone. So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way. I've looked at clouds from both sides now, From up and down, and still somehow It's cloud illusions I recall. I really don't know clouds, at all. Moons and jeans and ferris wheels, The dizzy dancing way that you feel As every fairy tale comes real; I've looked at love that way. But now it's just another show. You leave 'em laughing when you go And if you care, don't let them know, Don't give yourself away. I've looked at love from both sides now, From give and take, and still somehow It's love's illusions that I recall. I really don't know love, at all. Tears and fears and feeling proud, To say "I love you" right out loud, Dreams and schemes and circus crowds, I've looked at life that way. But now old friends are acting strange, They shake their heads, they say I've changed. But, something's lost and something's gained In living every day. I've looked at life from both sides now, From win and lose, and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall. I really don't know life, at all... |
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| 2:56 |
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Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow Try to remember the kind of September When grass was green and grain was yellow Try to remember the kind of September When you were a tender and callow fellow Try to remember and if you remember Then follow, follow. Try to remember when life was so tender That no one wept except the willow Try to remember the time of September When love was an ember about to billow Try to remember and if you remember Then follow, follow. Deep in December It's nice to remember Although you know the snow will follow Deep in December It's nice to remember The fire of September that made us mellow Deep in December our hearts should remember And follow, follow, follow... |
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| 20. |
| 2:21 |
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| 21. |
| 2:06 |
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I got the blues from my baby
Left me by the San Francisco Bay, The ocean liner's gone so far away. Well, I didn't mean to treat her so bad, She was the best girl I ever have had, She said goodbye, She makes me cry, I gone to lay down and die. I ain't got a nickel and I ain't got a lousy dime. If she don't come back, I'm going to lose my mind. If she ever comes back to stay, It's going to be another brand new day, Walking with my baby By the San Francisco Bay. --- Instrumental --- Well, I'm sittin' down Looking through my back door, Just a-wondering which way to go, Woman I'm so crazy for, Says she don't love me no more. Think I'll catch me a freight train, Think about feeling blue, I'm gone to ride all the way To the end of the line, Thinking only of you. Well, Meanwhile, in another city, Just about to go insane, Seems like I heard my baby, The way she used to call my name. If she ever get her back to stay, it's going to be another brand new day, Walking with my baby Down by the San Francisco Bay, Walking with my baby By the San Francisco Bay... |
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| 2:37 |
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