mountains are filled with lost sheep Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf Ring them bells for all of us who are left Ring them bells for the chosen
: (J. Baez) Sweet Sir Galahad Came in through the window In the night when The moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his And shook the long hair
: (Traditional) When first I came to Louisville Some pleasure there to find A damsel there from Lexington Was pleasing to my mind Her rosy cheeks, her
flight While the swallows roam alone Do you hear the calling of a hundred thousand voice Hear the trembling in the stone Do you hear the angry bells ringing
: (E. Bogle) When I was a young man I carried my pack And I lived the free life of a rover From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed
: (J. Ian) Jesse come home, there's a hole in the bed Where we slept; now it's growing cold. Jesse your face, in the place where we lay By the hearth
: (T. Hardin) It seems the songs we're singing Are all about tomorrow Tunes of promises you can't keep Ev'ry moment bringing The love I can only borrow
From a lonely wooden tower. And when He knew for certain Only drowning men could see Him, He said, "All men shall be sailors then, Until the sea shall free them
: (Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one, He courted a damsel fair; O, her eyes was as bright as the diamonds every
: (B. Dylan) It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe It don't matter, anyhow An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe If you don't know by
: (Joan Baez) Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here
took the train to Richmond that fell It's a time I remember Oh, so well The night they drove Old Dixie down And all the bells were ringin' The night
: (A. Ray) Welcome me to The City of Angels Devil prophets still hold my hand I walked your stillborn streets for hours Ethnic echoes spitting out their
: Pajarillo, pajarillo, pajarillo barranqueno, que bonitos ojos tienes, lastima que tengan dueno. ?Que pajarillo es aquel, que canta en aquella
are filled with lost sheep Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf Ring them bells for all of us who are left Ring them bells for the chosen few Who
: (D. Williams) Why is it that as we grow older and stronger The road signs point us adrift and make us afraid Saying, 'You never can win' 'Watch your
(E. Bogle) When I was a young man I carried my pack And I lived the free life of a rover From the Murrays green basin to the dusty outback I waltzed
