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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 Mmmm mm 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 Mmmm mm 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 Mmmm mm |
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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. |
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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. |
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(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 eat But 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. |
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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. |
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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 |
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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 |
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