gleaming bright And to this window walked the boy-child Peeking in saw candlelight. Through other windows he had looked at turkeys And ducks and geese and
(Steven Sher) Dodi li va-ani lo, ha-roeh Bashoshanium dodi li Mi zot ola min hamidbar Mi zot ola min hamidbar Dodi li va-ani lo, ha-roeh Bashoshanium
(Laura Nyro) [Refrain:] And when I die, and when I'm dead, dead and gone, There'll be one child born and a world to carry on, There'll be one child
(Van Ronk) You take a stick of bamboo, you take a stick of bamboo, you take a stick of bamboo, you throw it in the water, Oh, oh, Hanaah. You take
honk-honkin' Catchin' the fish and honk-honk-honkin' Little tiny seals all honk-honk-honkin' And we can stay all day! [Chorus] Well we stayed all day and
and short tempers that have cursed poor Ireland It's long memories and short tempers that have cursed poor Ireland We have cousins on the old sod and
of a merry maid peerly proud Who loved a lord and who laughed aloud At the moan of the merry man moping mum Whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum Who sipped no sup and
I dig rock and roll music And I love to get the chance to play. (and sing it) I figure it?s about the happiest sound goin? down today. The message may
the deck he died And they stitched him in a hammock which was so fair and white And they low'red him overboard, and he drifted with the tide And he sank
one you need You say you're lookin' for someone who's never weak, but always strong To protect you and defend you whether you are right or wrong Someone to open each and
day Hey le lee-lee lie-lee low "I" said the blackbird sittin' on a chair "Once I courted a lady, fair. She proved fickle and turned her back And ever
the book He makes little girls giggle And tadpoles twiggle And rides through the sky on his hook He rides because the good fairy is there And he rides
Pappa's gonna buy you billy goat If that billy goat don't pull Pappa's gonna buy you a cart and bull If that cart and bull turns over Pappa's gonna
(Bob and Adrienne Claiborne) [Chorus:] Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners
(Jimmy Cox) Nobody knows you when you're down and out In your pocket, not one penny and your friends you know you haven't any If I ever get my hands
day and I'm nearly done And I see by your gravestone you were only 19 When you joined the glorious fallen in 1916 And I hope you died quick and I hope
end And the dreams that have escaped you And the hope that you've forgotten And you tell me that you need me now And you want to be my friend And you
my day I'm going back to California, Place where I was partly raised. All through this world, I'm bound to ramble. Through storm and wind, through sleet and