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from The Brothers Four - Greenfields (2006)
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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from The Brothers Four - Greenfields (2006)
Well, well, well,
who's that callin'? Well, well, well, hold my hand! Well, well, well, night is fallin', Spirit is a'movin' all over this land. Well, well, well, who's that callin'? Well, well, well, hold my hand! Well, well, well, night is fallin', Spirit is a movin' all over this land. God told Noah, "Build you an ark!" Rain started fallin' and the skies got dark. Ol' dark a'movin', water start to climb. The Lord said "A fire, not a flood next time!" Well, well, well, who's that callin'? Well, well, well, hold my hand! Well, well, well, night is fallin', Spirit is a'movin' all over this land. World's not waitin' for the Lord's command! Build Him a fire that'll sweep the land. Brothers and sisters, don't you know? You're gonna reap just what you sow! Oo-oo-oo! Who's that callin'? Oo-oo! Hold my hand! Oo-oo-oo! Night is fallin', Spirit is a movin' all over this land. Well, well, well, well, well! |
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from The Brothers Four - Greenfields (2006)
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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from The Brothers Four - Greenfields (2006)
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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from The Brothers Four - Greenfields (2006)
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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from The Brothers Four - Greenfields (2006)
If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning I'd hammer in the evening All over this land I'd hammer out danger I'd hammer out a warning I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land If I had a bell I'd ring it in the morning I'd ring it in the evening All over this land I'd ring out danger I'd ring out a warning I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land If I had a song I'd sing it in the morning I'd sing it in the evening All over this land I'd sing out danger I'd sing out a warning I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land Well I've got a hammer And I've got a bell And I've got a song to sing All over this land It's the hammer of justice It's the bell of freedom It's the song about love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land It's the hammer of justice It's the bell of freedom It's the song about love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land... |
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from The Brothers Four - Greenfields (2006)
Walk right in, sit right down
Baby, let your hair hang down Walk right in, sit right down Baby, let your hair hang down Everybody's talkin' 'bout A new way of walkin' Do you want to lose your mind? Walk right in, sit right down Baby, let your hair hang down Walk right in, sit right down Daddy, let your mind roll on Walk right in, sit right down Daddy, let your mind roll on Everybody's talkin' 'bout A new way of walkin' Do you want to lose your mind? Walk right in, sit right down Daddy, let your mind roll on --- Instrumental --- Everybody's talkin' 'bout A new way of walkin' Do you want to lose your mind? Walk right in, sit right down Baby, let your hair hang down Walk right in, sit right down Daddy, let your mind roll on Daddy, let your mind roll on... |
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from The Brothers Four - Rally `Round!/ Roamin` (2006)
Farewell, my Tani,
child of a coral sea We dreamed of heaven, but you've forgotten me I loved you dearly, why did we have to part? Now I am lonely, here with a broken heart Once on silver sands we held lonesome hands That's why, my Tani, I cried "Come back to me" Once on silver sands we held lonesome hands That's why, my Tani, I cried "Come back to me"... |
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from The Brothers Four - Rally `Round!/ Roamin` (2006)
The fox went out to the chase one night
Prayed to the moon to give him light He had many a mile to go that night Before he reached the town-o, town-o town-o, Many a mile to go that night before he reached the town. Many a mile to go that night before he reached the town. He ran 'til he came to a great big pen Where the ducks and the geese were kept there in Said a couple of you gonna grease my chin Before I leave this town o, town o, town o Couple of you gonna grease my chin before I leave this town. Couple of you gonna grease my chin before I leave this town. He grabbed the grey goose by the neck Throwed a duck across his back He didn't amind with the quack, quack quack And the legs all dang-ling down-o, down-o, down-o Didn't amind with the quack, quack quack And the legs all dang-ling down-o, down-o, down-o Didn't amind with the quack, quack quack And the legs all dang-ling down-o, down-o, down-o. Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed Out of the window she cocked her head Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o John, John the grey goose is gone And the fox is on the town-o John, John the grey goose is gone And the fox is on the town-o. Well, the fox he came to his own den There were the little ones, eight, nine, ten Saying Daddy you better go back again 'Cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o Saying Daddy you better go back again 'Cause it must be a mighty fine town Saying Daddy you better go back again 'Cause it must be a mighty fine town. Well, the fox and his wife without any strife Cut up the goose with a carving knife They never had such a supper in their life And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o Never had such a supper in their life And the little ones chewed on the bones Never had such a supper in their life And the little ones chewed on the bones... |
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from The Brothers Four - Rally `Round!/ Roamin` (2006)
All day, all night, Marianne
Down by the seaside siftin' sand Even little children love Marianne Down by the seaside siftin' sand. Marianne, Oh, Marianne Oh, won't you marry me? We can have a bamboo hut With brandy in the tea Leave your fat old mama home She never will say yes If your mama don't know now She can guess (it's in the mail now!) All day, all night, Marianne Down by the seaside siftin' sand Even little children love Marianne Down by the seaside siftin' sand. When she walks along the shore People pause to greet White birds fly around her Little fish come to her feet In her heart is love But I'm the only mortal man Who's allowed to kiss My Marianne (Everybody!) All day, all night, Marianne Down by the seaside siftin' sand Even little children love Marianne Down by the seaside siftin' sand. And when we marry, we will have A time you never saw I will be so happy I will kiss my mother-in-law (Phooey!) Children by the dozen In and out the bamboo hut One for every palm tree And cocunut (Don't rush me!) All day, all night, Marianne Down by the seaside siftin' sand Even little children love Marianne Down by the seaside siftin' sand. Down by the seaside siftin' sand... |
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from The Brothers Four - Rally `Round!/ Roamin` (2006)
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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from The Brothers Four - Rally `Round!/ Roamin` (2006)
When the sun goes back and the first quail calls
Follow the drinking gourd The old man is a-waitin' for to carry you to freedom Follow the drinking gourd. Follow the drinking gourd, follow the drinking gourd For the old man is a-waitin' to carry you to freedom Follow the drinking gourd. The river bed makes a mighty fine road, Dead trees to show you the way And it's left foot, peg foot, traveling on Follow the drinking gourd. Follow the drinking gourd, follow the drinking gourd For the old man is a-waitin' to carry you to freedom Follow the drinking gourd. The river ends between two hills Follow the drinking gourd There's another river on the other side Follow the drinking gourd. Follow the drinking gourd, follow the drinking gourd For the old man is a-waitin' to carry you to freedom Follow the drinking gourd. I thought I heard the angels say Follow the drinking gourd The stars in the heavens gonna show you the way Follow the drinking gourd... |
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from The Brothers Four - Rally `Round!/ Roamin` (2006)
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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from The Brothers Four - Rally `Round!/ Roamin` (2006)
(Words and Music by : Bob Flick-Dick Foley-Mike
Kirkland/John Paine) This is a story about a hip frog. And we're gonna pick up on it now and he's on his way out to do some shuckin' and jivin'. You'll be able to tell right away that he's a big mover. Singing: Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, un-huh Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, un-huh Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go To the Coconut Grove for the midnight show, Un-huh un-huh un-huh. Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl, woo-woo (spoken: he knew it all the time) Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl, woo-woo Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl He thought he'd give this chick a whirl, Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo. He sauntered up to Mollie Mouse's side, un-huh (spoken: the direct approach) He sauntered up to Mollie Mouse's side, un-huh When he got up to Mollie Mouse's side He whispered "Mollie will you be my bride?" Un-huh un-huh un-huh. Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-uh (spoken: her uncle wrestles on TV) Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, uh-uh Not without my Uncle Rat's consent I wouldn't marry the President, Uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh. Well, she said "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road, farewell" "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road, goodbye" "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road" "You ain't no frog you're a horned toad, farewell, goodbye, adios" Farewell, goodbye, adios (spoken: You know, I believe that, uh, any more verses to this song would be anticlimactic; think we ought to end it) Farewell, goodbye, adios (spoken: Hey, ain't you gonna let me finish up?) Farewell, goodbye, adios (spoken: Aw, shut up, I'm your leader) (spoken: No, no hands, no hands) (spoken: Auf Wiedersehen) Farewell, goodbye, adios. Farewell, goodbye, adios... |
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from The Brothers Four - Rally `Round!/ Roamin` (2006)
It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road Out of your dust Bowl and Westward we rolled Blue deserts so hot and your mountains so cold I've wandered all over your green growing land Where ever your crops are I've lent you my hands On the edge of your cities, you'll see me and then I come with the dust and I'm gone with the wind California, Arizona, I'd worked on your crops the North up to Washington to gather your hops I got beets from your ground I cut grapes from your vines To sat on our table's and light sparkling wine Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground From the grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down Every state of this Union us migrants have been We come with the dust and we're gone, with the wind We come with the dust and we're gone, with the wind And we're gone.. with the wind... |
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from The Brothers Four - Rally `Round!/ Roamin` (2006)
Gather 'round people let me tell you 'bout Dupree
Gather 'round people let me tell you 'bout Dupree And his woman back in 1903 Betty was her name said she wanted a diamond ring Betty was her name said she wanted a diamond ring. Dupree told Betty you can have most anything Just lay down pretty Betty see what tomorrow brings Said lay down pretty Betty see what tomorrow brings May bring sunshine it may bring your diamond ring. Dupree went down-town a '44 in his hand Dupree went down-town a '44 in his hand Went for the jewelry but he shot that jewelry man Dupree said Betty here's your diamond ring Dupree said Betty here's your diamond ring Just to please you pretty Betty I've done, done a wicked thing. Dupree told Betty I'm bound for Tennessee Dupree told Betty I'm bound for Tennessee I'm sorry pretty Betty but that sheriff is a haunting me They caught poor Dupree and put him into the jail Caught poor Dupree put him in the jail. Atlanta prison is where Betty took Dupree his mail Dupree said judge I ain't been here before Dupree said judge I ain't been here before Judge told Dupree I'm gonna see that you don't come back no more. They took him to the scaffold a black cap upon his face Took him to the scaffold a black cap upon his face Now the cold cold ground is for Dupree's resting place Betty went to the graveyard singing near oh my God to thee Betty went to the graveyard singing near oh my God to thee. Oh, mister hangman look what you done done to Dupree She told the hack-driver to drive his wagon slow Told the hack-driver drive your dead wagon slow When you bury my Dupree I ain't gonna see him no more. Sail on Dupree sail on, sail on Dupree sail on Don't mind you sailing but you be gone so long So long Dupree poor boy so long, Dupree poor boy Don't mind you sailing you'll be gone so long, sail on. Dupree poor boy... |
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from The Brothers Four - Sing Of Times/ The Honey Wind Blows (2006) | |||||
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from The Brothers Four - Sing Of Times/ The Honey Wind Blows (2006)
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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from The Brothers Four - Sing Of Times/ The Honey Wind Blows (2006)
If today was not an endless highway
I today was not a crooked trail If tomorrow wasn't such a long time Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all. I can't see my reflection in the waters I can't speak the sounds that show no pain I can't hear the echo of my footsteps Or can't remember the sound of my own name. Yes and only if my own true love was waitin Yes and if I could hear her heart a-softly pounding Yes only if she was lying by me Then I'd lie in my bed once again. There's beauty in the silver singin' river There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty That I remember in my true love's eyes. If today was not an endless highway If tomorrow wasn't such a long time... |
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from The Brothers Four - Sing Of Times/ The Honey Wind Blows (2006)
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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from The Brothers Four - Sing Of Times/ The Honey Wind Blows (2006)
Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes. In her own special way to the people she calls, "Come, buy my bags full of crumbs. Come feed the little birds, show them you care And you'll be glad if you do. Their young ones are hungry, Their nests are so bare; All it takes is tuppence from you." Feed the birds, tuppence a bag, Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag. "Feed the birds," that's what she cries, While overhead, her birds fill the skies. All around the cathedral the saints and apostles Look down as she sells her wares. Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling Each time someone shows that he cares. Though her words are simple and few, Listen, listen, she's calling to you: "Feed the birds, tuppence a bag, Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag." "Feed the birds, tuppence a bag"... |
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from The Brothers Four - Sing Of Times/ The Honey Wind Blows (2006)
( Fred Hellerman - Fran Minkoff)
The honey wind blows And the warm days dwindle The butterfly spins a silk cacoon On a silvery spindle. The petals fall From the last red rose The last red rose When the honey wind blows. The petals fall And the summer goes The summer goes When the honey wind blows. --- Instrumental --- The honey wind blows And the days grow colder Somehow the world and I have grown Just a little bit older. I sit alone Where the fire glows The fire glows And the honey wind blows. I sit alone And the good Lord, knows I miss you so When the honey wind blows... |
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from The Brothers Four - Sing Of Times/ The Honey Wind Blows (2006)
Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going my baby my own Turn around and you're two Turn around and you're four Turn around and you're a young girl Going out of the door Turn around Turn around Turn around and you're a young girl Going out of the door Where are you going my little one, little one Little drendils and petticoats, where are you now Turn around and you're tiny Turn around and you're grown Turn around and you're a young wife With babes of your own Turn around Turn around Turn around and you're a young wife With babes of your own Where are you going my little one, little one Where are you going my baby my own... |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
When I asked your mother for you
She told me you were too young Now I wish I had never even seen your face Or heard your lying tongue So Saturday night I got married Me and my wife settled down Now me and my wife are parted I'm gonna take another stroll downtown Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dream Sometimes I live in the country Sometimes I live in town Sometimes I have a great notion To jump into the river and drown Oh, stop your carousin', stop you gamblin' Stayin out late at night Go home to your wife and family Sit down by the fireside, bright Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dream Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene I'll see you in my dreams... |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
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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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
On top of old Smokey
All covered with snow I lost my true lover For a courting to slow. Yes courting's a pleasure And parting is grief And a false hearted lover Is worse than a thief. She'll kiss you, she'll hug you And tell you more lies Than the cross ties on a railroad Or the stars in the sky. Let me tell you 'bout my baby She's like bad brandy wine The first time I kissed her She drove me out my mind. She's a Baltimore special Got a fine brown frame When you see her in motion Evil woman is her name. Did I tell you 'bout the Eastman Lord what a shame He run off with my baby And scandalized my name. Well I went up on a mountain top To call my baby back She was gone with that Eastman Down that lonesome railroad track. If I ever see that Eastman I'll shoot him with my gun I'll cut him with my long Jones And dare that pimp to run. Little Liza, little Liza I couldn't sleep last night Come on back home baby Everything will be all right. Let me tell you, let me tell you I don't care what you say If my woman ever comes back I'll give my life away. If you ever see a dark cloud A-rollin' in the sky It's my woman gone to heaven With a tear drop in her eye. On top of old Smokey All covered with snow I lost my true lover For a-courting to slow... |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
(John Allison)
In Tarrytown, there did dwell A lovely girl I knew her well I courted her on bended knee Until she said that she would marry me. Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose grasses growing over m Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose grasses growing over me. We were young and love was grand I gave her kisses on her hand We walked along the little way And talked of when would be our wedding day. Wide and deep my grave will be With the wild goose grasses growing over me. And her house stands in Tarrytown And now my love she dances 'round She sits upon another's knee For he has gold and silver more then me... |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
I looked over Jordan
And what did I see, Comin' for to carry me home A band of angels Comin' after me Comin' for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home. Comin' for to carry me home. If you get there Before I do Comin' for to carry me home Tell all my friends I'll be there soon Comin' for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home. Comin' for to carry me home. Sometimes I'm up Sometimes I'm down Comin' for to carry me home But still my soul Feels judgement bound Comin' for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home Swing low, sweet chariot Comin' for to carry me home. Comin' for to carry me home. Comin' for to carry me home... |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
(Spoken)
This is a story about a hip frog. And we're gonna pick up on it now and He's on his way out to do some shuckin' and jivin'. You'll be able to tell right away that he's a big mover. (Sang) Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, un-huh Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go, un-huh Frogg went a-courtin' and he did go To the Coconut Grove for the midnight show, Uh-huh un-huh un-huh Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl, woo-woo (spoken: he knew it all the time) Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl, woo-woo Mollie Mouse was the hat-check girl He thought he'd give this chick a whirl, Woo-woo, woo-woo, woo-woo He sauntered up to Mollie Mouse's side, un-huh (spoken: the direct approach) He sauntered up to Mollie Mouse's side, un-huh When he got up to Mollie Mouse's side He whispered "Mollie will you be my bride?" Uh-huh un-huh un-huh Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, huh-uh (spoken: her uncle wrestles on TV) Not without my Uncle Rat's consent, huh-uh Not without my Uncle Rat's consent I wouldn't marry the President, Huh-uh huh-uh huh-uh Well, she said "That's it, Clyde, Better hit the road, farewell" "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road, goodbye" "That's it, Clyde, better hit the road" "You ain't no frog you're a horny toad, Farewell, goodbye, adios" Farewell, goodbye, adios" (spoken: You know, I believe that,uh, any more verses to this song would be anticlimactic; think we ought to end it) Farewell, goodbye, adios (spoken: Hey, ain't you gonna let me finish up?) Farewell, goodbye, adios (spoken: Aw, shut up, I'm your leader) (spoken: No, no hands, no hands) Farewell, goodbye, adios (spoken:auf vedersein) |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
Walk right in, sit right down
Baby, let your hair hang down Walk right in, sit right down Baby, let your hair hang down Everybody's talkin' 'bout A new way of walkin' Do you want to lose your mind? Walk right in, sit right down Baby, let your hair hang down Walk right in, sit right down Daddy, let your mind roll on Walk right in, sit right down Daddy, let your mind roll on Everybody's talkin' 'bout A new way of walkin' Do you want to lose your mind? Walk right in, sit right down Daddy, let your mind roll on --- Instrumental --- Everybody's talkin' 'bout A new way of walkin' Do you want to lose your mind? Walk right in, sit right down Baby, let your hair hang down Walk right in, sit right down Daddy, let your mind roll on Daddy, let your mind roll on... |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning I'd hammer in the evening All over this land I'd hammer out danger I'd hammer out a warning I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land If I had a bell I'd ring it in the morning I'd ring it in the evening All over this land I'd ring out danger I'd ring out a warning I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land If I had a song I'd sing it in the morning I'd sing it in the evening All over this land I'd sing out danger I'd sing out a warning I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land Well I've got a hammer And I've got a bell And I've got a song to sing All over this land It's the hammer of justice It's the bell of freedom It's the song about love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land It's the hammer of justice It's the bell of freedom It's the song about love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land... |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
(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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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
(Fred Brooks)
Wake up, wake up Darlin' Cora Wanna see you one more time The sheriff and his hound dogs a coming I gotta move on down the line. I don't know why darlin' Cora Don't know what the reason can be But I never had found a single town Where me and my boss-man agree. I ain't a man to be played with I ain't nobody's toy Been working for my pay for a long, long time How come he still calls me boy. Well I'd rather drink muddy water And sleep in a hollowed out log Than to hang around in this old town And be treated like a dirty dog. Well I whopped that man darlin' Cora And he fell down where he stood Don't know if I was wrong darlin' Cora But Lord it sure felt good. If it wasn't so dark darlin' Cora You'd see tears trickling down my face It breaks my heart darlin' Cora But I got to leave this place. Wake up, wake up darlin' Cora... |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
(Jack Segal and Evelyn Danzig)
I peeked in to say good-night When I heard my child in prayer "And for me, some scarlet ribbons Scarlet ribbons for my hair." All the stores were closed and shuttered All the streets were dark and bare In our town, no scarlet ribbons Not one ribbons for her hair. Through the night my heart was aching Just before the dawn was breaking. I peeked in and on her bed In gay profusion lying there Lovely ribbons, scarlet ribbons Scarlet ribbons for her hair. If I live to be a hundred I will never know from where Came those lovely scarlet ribbons Scarlet ribbons for her hair... |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
(Merle Kilgore)
They say don't go on Wolverton Mountain, If you're lookin' for a wife. 'Cause Clifton Clowers has a fair, young daughter; He's mighty handy with a gun and knife. Her tender lips are sweeter than honey, And Wolverton Mountain protects her there; The bears and the birds tell Clifton Clowers, If a stranger should enter there. All o' my dreams are on Wolverton Mounrain; I want his daughter for my wife. I'll take my chances and climb the Mountain, Though Clifton Clowers might take my life. Her tender lips are sweeter than honey, And Wolverton Mountain protects her there; The bears and the birds tell Clifton Clowers, If a stranger should enter there. I'm goin' up on Wolverton Mountain, It's so lonesome down here below; It's just not right to hide his daughter, From the one who loves her so. Her tender lips are sweeter than honey, And Wolverton Mountain protects her there; The bears and the birds tell Clifton Clowers, If a stranger should enter there. I don't care about Clifton Clowers; I'm goin' to climb up on his mountain; I'm goin' to take the one I love. I don't care about Clifton Clowers. I'm goin' to climb up on his mountain. I don't care about... (repeating, fading away) |
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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
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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from The Brothers Four - Song Book / The Big Folk Hits [box] (2000)
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah. Michael's boat is the gospel boat, hallelujah Michael's boat is the gospel boat, hallelujah. Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah. The river Jordan is chilly and cold, hallelujah Chills the body but warms the soul, hallelujah Jordon's water is deep and wide, hallelujah Milk and honey on the other side, hallelujah. Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah. Trumpets sounds for you and me, hallelyjah Trumpets sounds for you and me, hallelyjah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah. Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah. Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah. Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah... |
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from The Brothers Four - Brothers Four/ B.M.O.C (2003)
Angelique-O, Angelique-O,
Mama's got to take you back, Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Teach you all the things you lack. Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Mama's got to take you back, Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Teach you all the things you lack. Well, you never got time to sweep the dirt Mama's got to take you back, And you never got time to wash a shirt, Mama's got to take you back, You never got time to cook and peel Mama's got to take you back, Well, you think you can make it on sex appeal Mama's got to take you back. Mama's got to take you back, Teach you all the things you lack, When she bring her back to me We'll live together in harmony. Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Mama's got to take you back, Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Teach you all the things you lack. Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Mama's got to take you back, Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Teach you all the things you lack. Oh well, you never learn how to cook a stew Mama's got to take you back, And your biscuits, Lord, I can hardly chew, Mama's got to take you back, These clothes I'm wearing they're full of holes Mama's got to take you back, While you run around in a big mink stole, Mama's got to take you back, Mama's got to take you back, Teach you all the things you lack, When she brings her back to me We'll live together in harmony. Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Mama's got to take you back, Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Teach you all the things you lack Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Mama's got to take you back, Angelique-O, Angelique-O, Teach you all the things you lack, Teach you all the things you lack, Mama's got to take you back... |
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from The Brothers Four - Brothers Four/ B.M.O.C (2003)
Do do do do do
Do do do do do Do do do do do. I was born in east Virginia North Carolina I did go There I loved a fair young maiden Whose age and name I did not know. Oh, her hair was dark and curly And her cheeks were rosey red On her breast she wore a liliy Where I longed to lay my head. I don't want those greenback dollars I don't want no golden chain In this world there is no treasure That can bring her back, again. Take me to that borrowed fortune And carve my name upon a stone Tell the world how much I love her And how I died for love alone. I was born in east Virginia North Carolina I did go There I loved a fair young maiden Whose age and name I did not know. Do do do do do Do do do do do Do do do do do... |
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from The Brothers Four - Brothers Four/ B.M.O.C (2003)
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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from The Brothers Four - Brothers Four/ B.M.O.C (2003)
Yo ho, Here's a tale
That's fair and dear to the hearts of those that sail 'Bout a lighthouse keeper and his bare faced wife Who joined together for a different life Yo ho, The winds and water tell the tale My father was the keeper of the Eddystone light He married a mermaid one fine night From this union there came three A porpoise and a porgy and the other one me! Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh, for the life on the rolling sea! Late one night, I was a-trimming of the glim While singing a verse from the evening hymn A voice on the starboard shouted "Ahoy!" And there was my mother, a-sitting on a buoy. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh, for the life on the rolling sea! "Tell me what has become of my children three?" My mother she did asked of me. One was exhibited as a talking fish The other was served on a chafing dish. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh, for the life on the rolling sea! Then the phosphorous flashed in her seaweed hair. I looked again, and me mother wasn't there A voice came echoing out from the night "To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!" Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh, for the life on the rolling sea! Yo ho, Yo ho Yo ho, Yo ho, Yo ho... |
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from The Brothers Four - Brothers Four/ B.M.O.C (2003)
Well, well, well,
who's that callin'? Well, well, well, hold my hand! Well, well, well, night is fallin', Spirit is a'movin' all over this land. Well, well, well, who's that callin'? Well, well, well, hold my hand! Well, well, well, night is fallin', Spirit is a movin' all over this land. God told Noah, "Build you an ark!" Rain started fallin' and the skies got dark. Ol' dark a'movin', water start to climb. The Lord said "A fire, not a flood next time!" Well, well, well, who's that callin'? Well, well, well, hold my hand! Well, well, well, night is fallin', Spirit is a'movin' all over this land. World's not waitin' for the Lord's command! Build Him a fire that'll sweep the land. Brothers and sisters, don't you know? You're gonna reap just what you sow! Oo-oo-oo! Who's that callin'? Oo-oo! Hold my hand! Oo-oo-oo! Night is fallin', Spirit is a movin' all over this land. Well, well, well, well, well! |
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from The Brothers Four - Brothers Four/ B.M.O.C (2003)
Sweet Rosyanne,
my Rosyanne, bye-bye my Rosyanna! I'll see you again, but I don't know when-- for I won't be home tomorrow. Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye my Rosyanna! Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye my Rosyanna! Sweet Rosyanne, my darlin' child, bye-bye my Rosyanna. The ocean is a sailor's bride-- no, I won't be home tomorrow. We'll cast our nets on the ocean blue. Bye-bye my Rosyanna! With every cast, I'll think of you. No, I won't be home tomorrow. Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye my Rosyanna! Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye my Rosyanna! I thought I heard the ocean say, "Bye-bye my Rosyanna!" Don't you want ta' go home on your next pay day? No, I won't be home tomorrow. Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye my Rosyanna! Bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye my Rosyanna! Bye-bye my Rosyanna! |
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from The Brothers Four - Brothers Four/ B.M.O.C (2003)
I went down to the St. James Infirmary,
Saw my sweet baby there; Lying still and quiet, So cold, so young, so fair. Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be, She may search this wide world over, But she'll never find a man like me. No, she'll never find a man like me. I went down to the St. James Infirmary, All was still as the night; My gal was on the table, Stretched out so pale, so white. Though she treated me, mean and lowdown, Some how I just didn't care; My soul is sick and weary, But I hope we meet again, up there. Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be; She may search this wild world over, But she'll never find a man like me. No, she'll never find a man like me... |