The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk, The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned. The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds And as we drew south the mist it came down.
The wooded ravine to the wandering stream, The serpent he moved, but no-one would say. The depths of the waters, the bridge which distraught us And brought to me thoughts of the ill-fated day.
The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures One played it by ear on the banks of the sea. That one was found but the others they went under. Oh the tears which are shed, they won't come from me.
The methods of madness, the pathos and the sadness, God help you all, the insane and wise. The black and the white, the darkness of the night, I see only smoke from the chimneys arise.
The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me. He flew solo on the mercury sea. The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people, The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.
One evening fair I took the air Down by Blackwaterside 'Twas gazing all around me When the Irish lad I spied
All through the first part of that night We did lie in sport and play, When this young man arose and he gathered his clothes, Saying, ``Fare thee well today''.
That's not the promise that you gave to me When the first you lay on my breast, You could make me believe with your lying tongue That the sun rose in the west.
Go home, go home, to your father's garden Go home and weep your fill, And think upon your own misfortune Which you bought with your wanton will.
There's not one girl in this whole town As easily led as I, And when the sky does fall and the seas will run dry, Why, it's then you'll marry I.
To cross the wide sea I deserted, From the shore I did fly. I thought it time that I travelled, So I took to the roads of the sky.
It was late and the wind it did gently blow, Oh the night it was calm. I saw the flower of the ocean And the universe did me noo harm, It said to fly on.
The sea captain he loved the ocean, But his ship was on fire. His hands they did stretch out before him, For to take one of many desires, But there was no time.
Across the wide sea he departed, From the ship he did fly. He thought it time that he travelled And I saw him as he passed by, And I saw him as he passed by.
Crash on the levee, mama, Water's gonna overflow, Swamp's gonna rise, No boat's gonna row. Now, you can train on down To Williams Point, You can bust your feet, You can rock this joint. But oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow.
Now, don't you try an' move me, You're just gonna lose. There's a crash on the levee And, mama, you've been refused. Well, it's sugar for sugar And salt for salt, If you go down in the flood, It's gonna be your own fault. Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? You're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow.
Well, that high tide's risin', Mama, don't you let me down. Pack up your suitcase, Mama, don't you make a sound. Now, it's king for king, Queen for queen, It's gonna be the meanest flood That anybody's seen. Oh mama, ain't you gonna miss your best friend now? Yes, you're gonna have to find yourself Another best friend, somehow.
''My shadow follows me Wherever I should chance to go'', John The Gun did say. ''If you should chance to meet me As I wander to and fro, Sad would be your day.
My life is mine and the light did shine Till the guns they did go through me, So now I shall never fall. Ideals of peace are gold which fools have found Upon the plains of war. I shall destroy them all.''
Chorus Put away your guns of steel, Death comes too soon for all. Your Master He may need you soon, And you must heed His call. ''I am the master of the games That you will hardly ever play, So I will teach your sons. And if they should die Before the evening of their span of days, Why, then they will die young.''
(Chorus)
''Condemn me not, For always will I play the game of war, In moonshine or in sun. And if any cross the path I choose to tread, Their chances they are poor. My name is John The Gun.''
Then came the question and it was about time. The answer came back and it was long. The house it was built by some man in a rhyme, But whatever came of his talented son? Who wrote me a dialogue set to a tune? Always you told me of being alone, Except for the stories about God and you, And do you still live there in Buffalo?
They put up the walls with no more to say, Nobody stopped to ask why it was done. The stream was too far and the rain was too high, So into the city the river did run. Because of the architect the buildings fell down, Smothered or drowned all the seeds which were sown. I wish I were somewhere, but not in this town. Maybe the ocean next time around.
I seem to remember the face and the name, But if it's not you I won't care. I know of changes, but nothing would change you To Theo the sailor who sings in his lair. And then I'll turn and he won't be there, Dusky black windows to light the dark stair, Candles all gnarled in the musty air All without flames for many's the year.
The steps he took were nice and easy. He never knew he could stumble and go down. As he saw the buildings and the mountains crumble, Over the road he would take to the town. He said, ``Next year I'm coming back, I'll see you later.'' It takes longer when you're far away.
There's a tale which says he was pursued by an assassin. What he knows of that, no-one can tell. How close he came to the trapper, But he stopped by a wishing well. He said, ``Next year there will be many flowers, Each one much brighter than the one before.''
As he turned he caught the feeling, And he smiled as he walked down the road. All my days they are filled with meaning, But I have yet to fathom the code. But next year I'll call the tune and it won't be easy, The timing's all out of place with how you feel.
Next year I'm coming back, I'll see you later. It takes longer when you are far away. Next year there will be many flowers, Each one much brighter than the one before. Next year I'll call the tune and it won't be easy, The timing's all out of place with how you feel
Well, come-a little baby let's jump the broomstick Come on let's tie a knot Come a little baby let's jump the broomstick Come on let's tie a knot Sister don't like it, your brother don't like it father don't like it, your mother don't like it Come-a little baby let's jump the broomstick Come on let's tie a knot
Well, Goin' to Alabama back from Texarkana Goin' all round the world I'm goin' to Alabama back from Texarkana Goin' all round the world your sister don't like it, my brother don't like it your father don't like it, my mother don't like it Come a little baby let's jump the broomstick Come on let's tie a knot
Come-a little baby, don't-a mean-a maybe Come a let's settle down Come a little baby, don't-a mean-a maybe Come a let's settle down My sister don't like it, your brother don't like it My father don't like it, My mother don't like it Come a little baby let's jump the broomstick Come on let's tie a knot
The summer was the reason Why it took so long to see That even if I do possess Some seeds of honesty, There is no garden, So how come I have no land? I shall be waiting here awhile To see what comes to hand.
Misers mise and compromise; I know what I have seen. The wanderers are in the east; That's where I should have been. But I did not go there; I couldn't find the way. I do believe I made a try, But I really couldn't say.
Oh, that wretched Wilbur, He keeps ploughing up the land. He fights the battle thoughtfully With roses in his hands. But where is the fight now? So play us your merry song. The autumn, it has blown away, And the winter, it is long.
They stood upon the deck As the ship went out to sea The wind it took the sails And left the land a memory All upon the shore for To wonder why the sailor goes All to close their eyes And wonder what the sailor knows That is you to they That is how they think you are Never on the land But sailing by the north star That is you to them That is how they think you are Never on the land
But sailing by the north star To the tower and to the ravens and The tale that hopes they'll never leave What if they should go? We always dread to think of them I wonder if they flew one day And no one ever knew they'd gone To circle over ships at sea Claiming yet another son That is you to me That is where I think you are Never on the land But gone to find the north star
Missed the morning too, didn't rise before noon. She's a lazy lady today. Always yawning, you with your eyes on the moon. Your're a crazy lady I'd say, da da da.
Now should I say more, for I know so well And you're no hazy maiden in grey. How can I be sure, it's not easy to tell. But you're a crazy lady, I'd say. Crazy lady
The wine it was drunk, the ship it was sunk, The shot it was dead, all the sorrows were drowned. The birds they were clouds, the brides and the shrouds And as we drew south the mist it came down.
The wooded ravine to the wandering stream, The serpent he moved, but no-one would say. The depths of the waters, the bridge which distraught us And brought to me thoughts of the ill-fated day.
The temples were filled with the strangest of creatures One played it by ear on the banks of the sea. That one was found but the others they went under. Oh the tears which are shed, they won't come from me.
The methods of madness, the pathos and the sadness, God help you all, the insane and wise. The black and the white, the darkness of the night, I see only smoke from the chimneys arise.
The pilot he flew all across the sky and woke me. He flew solo on the mercury sea. The dream it came back, all about the tall brown people, The sacred young herd on the phosphorus sand.
I love you darlin' but you don't love me Might as well face it and est you free I've been playing a losing game In spite of this I'm not ashamed
I gave you my love and I have no regrets I'm true to you baby with love and respect I stood by you when no one else would And I gave you everything that I possibly could
I'm sitting here my hopes so high Never been a day pass when I didn't cry People are talking all over town Keep telling me that I should put you down
Oh, from your lips sweet honey pours That is where all my love goes I shouldn't have put my hopes so high Never been a day when I didn't cry, oh
Then came the question and it was about time. The answer came back and it was long. The house it was built by some man in a rhyme, But whatever came of his talented son? Who wrote me a dialogue set to a tune? Always you told me of being alone, Except for the stories about God and you, And do you still live there in Buffalo?
They put up the walls with no more to say, Nobody stopped to ask why it was done. The stream was too far and the rain was too high, So into the city the river did run. Because of the architect the buildings fell down, Smothered or drowned all the seeds which were sown. I wish I were somewhere, but not in this town. Maybe the ocean next time around.
I seem to remember the face and the name, But if it's not you I won't care. I know of changes, but nothing would change you To Theo the sailor who sings in his lair. And then I'll turn and he won't be there, Dusky black windows to light the dark stair, Candles all gnarled in the musty air All without flames for many's the year.
Although the flames they are so dim, I can see them from over here. But this is no time to worry now, No time to shed a tear. The people are all smiling, And the letters are all too, The flowers they are all arranged And the notes they are all blue.
Where are the words to say to you, Where do they all begin. I should not have a lot to lose And everything to win. And I want you to be smiling, I want you not to cry. And even if I hide away, Then you'll get the notion why.
A symphony I learnt at school, In pigeonholes so clear, But it made me for to write no songs, For nobody to hear. And I see you are all smiling Even in the candle light. Just close your eyes and fall asleep, And I think you'll be alright. Close your eyes and fall asleep, And I think you'll be alright
If today was not an endless highway, If tonight was not a crooked trail, If tomorrow wasn't such a long time, Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all. Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting, And if I could hear his heart softly pounding, Only if he was lying by me. Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
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 waiting, And if I could hear his heart softly pounding, Only if he was lying by me. Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
There's beauty in the silver, singing 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. Yes, and only if my own true love was waiting, And if I could hear his heart softly pounding, Only if he was lying by me. Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
