Альбом Joan Baez

If I knew where the wild dove flew
I would not tell the hunter, but I would tell you
Though they say you're not a brave man, hardly a man at all
You would not shoot the wild things, like brave men in the fall
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If I knew where calypso bloomed,
I would not tell the ladies, but I would tell you
For you would not take the flower, for money or for love
Or harm a single petal, 'cause you would not shoot the dove
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If I knew where our green love grew
I would not tell the others, but I would tell you
For 'though the world may call you craven, I know it is not true
And 'though a sword may hang between us, my songs are all for you
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On the banks of the river, where the willows hang down,
Where the wild birds all warble with a low moaning sound,
Down in the hollow where the water runs cold,
It's there I *have listened to the lies that you told.
(*first)

Now I lie on my bed and I see your sweet face.
The past I remember, time cannot erase.
(The) letters you wrote me were written in shame,
And I know that your conscience still echos my *pain.
(*name)

Now the nights are so long, my sorrow runs deep.
Nothing is worse than a night without sleep.
I walk out alone, I look at the sky,
Too *empty to sing, too **lonesome to cry.
(*lonesome) (**empty)

(Now) if the ladies were blackbirds and the ladies were thrushes,
I'd lie there for hours in the chilly cold marshes.
If the ladies were squirrels with (them) high bushy tails,
I'd fill up my shotgun with rock salt and nails.

Glad bluebird of happiness

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I was walking down the road, not caring much where I was going
d G C
A heavy pack upon my back, burly good with inner sad of lonliness
C E
When fluttered by this bird of blue, he said I'll tell you what I 'll do
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Since you seem to be so sad, I will try and be your glad..
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bluebird of happiness

F C
And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
G C
bound for places, I am not known to.

C E
I decided to follow him, my thoughts have faded dim since then
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blown foggy by the wind a paced,as from shore to shore we race,
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move from place to place
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The moon is hot, the stars are cold. I've been there, thats how I know
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I've touched the desert sunsets coat
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placed to dove the melted snows of Kilimanjaro

F C
And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
G C
found the places, I am not known to.

C E
I'll follow that bird untill he dies and when he does then so will I,
d G
I know I 'll never be the same, LiFe to me is bound to change
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when that ends the chase
C E
I lift his body from the sea, let him dry in a trade wind breeze
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find some merry christmas views, wrap them up and give them to you
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my bluebird of happiness

F C
And he goes flying, far over the ocean blue,
G C
found the places, I am not known to.

The old home town looks the same as I step down from the train,
And there meet me is my Mama and my Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me, to the four grey wall that surround me
And then I realize that I was only dreaming.
There's a guard and sad old padre
Arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all meet together in the shade of that old oak tree
As we neath indeed the green, green grass of home.

I was standing by my window,
On one cold and cloudy day
When I saw that hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

I said to that undertaker
undertaker please drive slow
for this lady you are carrying
Lord, I hate to see here go

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

Oh, I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

I went back home, my home was lonesome
missed my mother, she was gone
all of my brothers, sisters crying
what a home so sad and lone

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

We sang the songs of childhood
Hymns of faith that made us strong
Ones that Mother Maybelle taught us
Hear the angels sing along

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

Will the circle be unbroken
by and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
in the sky, Lord, in the sky

(Grady and Hazel Cole)

Only a tramp was Lazarus that day, He lay down by the rich man's gate.He begged for crumbs from the rich man to eatBut they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
And Jesus who died on Calvary's tree, Shed his life blood for you and for me They pierced his side, his hands and his feet And they left Him to die like a tramp on the street.
He was Mary's own darlin', he was Mary's own son; Once he was fair and once he was young, And Mary she rocked him, her little darlin' to sleep,But they left him to die like a tramp on the street.
When the battles are over, and the victory's won,Everyone mourns with the poor man's son,Red white and blue, and victory sweet,And they left him to die like a tramp on the street.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
wandering through this world of woe,
and there's no sickness, no toil or danger
in that bright land to which I go.
I'm going there to meet my mother,
she said she'd meet me when I come.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.

I'll soon be free from every trial,
my body asleep in the old graveyard.
I'll drop the cross of self denial,
and enter on my great reward.
I'm going there to meet my father,
I'm going there no more to roam.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger,
wandering through this world of woe,
and there's no sickness, no toil or danger
In that bright land to which I go.
I'm going there to see my sister,
she said she'd meet me when I come.
I'm only going over Jordan,
I'm only going over home.

Just A Closer Walk With Thee

I am weak, but Thou art strong;
Jesus, keep me from all wrong;
I'll be satisfied as long
As I walk, let me walk close to Thee.

Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

Through this world of toil and snares,
If I falter, Lord, who cares?
Who with me my burden shares?
None but Thee, dear Lord, none but Thee.

Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

When my feeble life is o'er,
Time for me will be no more;
Guide me gently, safely o'er
To Thy kingdom shore, to Thy shore.

Just a closer walk with Thee,
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

In south carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin' me home
Hickory wind
I started out younger
At most everything
All the riches and pleasures
What else could life bring
But now when I'm lonesome
I always pretend
That I'm gettin' the feel of
Hickory wind
It's a hard way to find out
That trouble is real
In a far away city
With a far away feel
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin' me home
Hickory wind
Keeps callin' me home
Hickory wind

I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning
Oh, I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning
Oh, I'm a gonna leave here Monday morning
Oh, I never expect to see you anymore

My home's across this Blue Ridge Mountains
My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains
My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains
Oh, I never expect to see you anymore

How can I keep from crying?
How can I keep from crying?
How can I keep from crying?
While I never expect to see you anymore

Rockin' feet my baby candy
Rockin' feet my baby candy
Rockin' feet my baby candy
Oh, I never expect to see you anymore

My home's across this Blue Ridge Mountains
My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains
My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains
Oh, I never expect to see you anymore

How can I keep from crying?
How can I keep from crying?
How can I keep from crying?
When I never expect to see you anymore

My home's across this Blue Ridge Mountains
My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains
My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains
Oh, I never expect to see you anymore