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| from Judy Collins - Sings Lennon & Mccartney (2007) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Home Again (1989) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Sings Dylan... Just Like A Woman (1993) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Recollections (2005) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Wildflower Festival (2008) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Wildflower Festival (2008) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - A Maid Of Constant Sorrow & Golden Apples Of The Sun (2002) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Who Knows Where The Time Goes (1988) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - Forever An Anthology (1997)
Desperado
Why don't you come to your senses You been out riding fences For so long now Oh you're a hard one But I know you've got your reasons These things that are pleasing you Can hurt you somehow Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy She'll beat you If she's able The queen of hearts Is always your best bet Now it seems to me some fine things Have been laid upon your table But you only want the ones That you can't get Desperado Oh you ain't gettin' no younger You pain and your hunger They're driving you home Freedom That's just some people talking You're prisoners walking Through this world all alone Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine It's hard to tell the night time From the day You're losing all your highs and lows Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away Desperado Why don't you come to your senses Come down from your fences And open the gate It may be raining But there's a rainbow above you You better let somebody love you Let somebody love you You better let somebody love you Before it's too late You better let somebody love you Before it's too late |
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from Judy Collins - Live At Wolf Trap (2007)
Across the evening sky
All the birds are leaving But how can they know It's time for them to go Before the winter fire I will still be dreaming I have no thought of time For who know where the time goes Who knows where the time goes Sad deserted shore Your fickle friends are leaving Ah, but then you know It's time for them to go But I will still be here I have no thought of leaving I have no thought of time For who knows where the time goes Who knows where the time goes And I am not alone While my love is near me And I know it will be so Until it's time to go So come the storms of winter And then the birds in spring again I have no fear of time For who knows how my love grows And who knows where the time goes Ahh.. mm.. mm.. |
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| from Judy Collins - Hard Times For Lovers (1989) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Sings Lennon & Mccartney (2007) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Shameless (1997) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Shameless (1997) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Christmas At The Biltmore Estate (1997) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Sings Lennon & Mccartney (2007) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - A Maid Of Constant Sorrow & Golden Apples Of The Sun (2002) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - Forever An Anthology (1997)
We are not forgotten
Listen to my heart, look into my eyes I have seen the stars falling from the skies Listen to my fears, yours will lift and fly Let me show you where, I have touched the air Stories from the past, each as true as mine We can speak at last through the sands of time We are not forgotten anymore These are things I know, trampled fields of snow Sheets of falling rain, hope that concurs pain Souls that call again in my memory Through the veils of light falling on the sea Letters wrapped in love, lips pressed in my dreams Holy thoughts and brave, men who laugh and weep We are not forgotten anymore I am the face on the wall, Spirit of hope ever rising I am the prayer in your heart for peace Nothing can protects us like a wall From our foes and our fears Nothing can be broken like a wall With our hopes and our tears We learned all too well, hard as you may try There are days you win, there are days you die Having seen the war, we can speak of peace How we prayed all night for the dawn's release Did we all come home, did we turn the page? There are walls of joy, there are walls of rage Walls at which you weep, walls on which you dance Walls made of regret, walls you made by chance Walls that break you heart, walls through which you can see Walls made in your mind, walls that set you free We are not forgotten anymore I am the face on the wall, Spirit of hope ever rising I am the prayer in your heart for peace For peace |
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| from Judy Collins - Living (1989) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - A Maid Of Constant Sorrow & Golden Apples Of The Sun (2002) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Live At Newport (2001) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Recollections (2005) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - Forever An Anthology (1997)
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time for every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to build up, a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones A time to gather stones together To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season And a time to every purpose under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace A time to refrain from embracing To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season, turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time of love, a time of hate A time of peace, I swear it's not too late To everything, turn, turn, turn There is a season And a time to every purpose under heaven And a time to every purpose under heaven |
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from Judy Collins - Born To The Breed (2009)
In the sky the phantom moon appears at midday
To join the sun in some forgotten dance In their light our voices tremble with reflections Of what we know and what we leave to chance The heart can see beyond the sun Beyond the turning moon And as we look The heart will teach us All we need to learn We have dreams, we hold them to the light like diamonds Stones of the moon and splinters of the sun Some we keep to light the dark nights on our journey And shine beyond the days that we have won The heart can see beyond our prayers Beyond our fondest schemes And tell us which are made for fools And which are wise men's dreams Trust your heart Trust your heart |
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| from Judy Collins - Fifth Album (2005) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Recollections (2005) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - A Maid Of Constant Sorrow & Golden Apples Of The Sun (2002) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - Fifth Album (2005)
You've long been on the open road you've been sleepin' in the rain
From dirty words and muddy cells your clothes are soiled and stained But the dirty words and the mud of cells will soon be judged insane So only stop and rest yourself and you'll be off again Oh take off your thirsty boots And stay for awhile Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile And maybe I can make you laugh And maybe I can try Lookin' for the evenin' And the mornin' in your eyes Then tell me of the ones you saw As far as you could see Across the plains from field to town Marchin' to be free And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree Like laughing children one by one They look like you and me So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try Just lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes I know you are no stranger down the crooked rainbow trial From dancing cliff edge shattered sills to slander shackled jails Where the voices drift up from below as walls are bein' scaled Yes all of this and more my friend your song shall not be failed Oh take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile Your feet are hot and weary, from a dusty mile And maybe I can make you laugh, and maybe I can try Just lookin for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try Lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes |
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from Judy Collins - Wildflower Festival (2008)
You've long been on the open road you've been sleepin' in the rain
From dirty words and muddy cells your clothes are soiled and stained But the dirty words and the mud of cells will soon be judged insane So only stop and rest yourself and you'll be off again Oh take off your thirsty boots And stay for awhile Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile And maybe I can make you laugh And maybe I can try Lookin' for the evenin' And the mornin' in your eyes Then tell me of the ones you saw As far as you could see Across the plains from field to town Marchin' to be free And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree Like laughing children one by one They look like you and me So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try Just lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes I know you are no stranger down the crooked rainbow trial From dancing cliff edge shattered sills to slander shackled jails Where the voices drift up from below as walls are bein' scaled Yes all of this and more my friend your song shall not be failed Oh take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile Your feet are hot and weary, from a dusty mile And maybe I can make you laugh, and maybe I can try Just lookin for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try Lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes |
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| from Judy Collins - Hard Times For Lovers (1989) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Hard Times For Lovers (1989) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - All On A Wintry Night: Judy Collins Christmas (2008) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - Christmas At The Biltmore Estate (1997)
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me A partridge in a pear tree. On the second day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the third day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree. On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love sent to me Twelve drummers drumming, Eleven pipers piping, Ten lords a-leaping, Nine ladies dancing, Eight maids a-milking, Seven swans a-swimming, Six geese a-laying, Five golden rings, Four calling birds, Three French hens, Two turtle doves, And a partridge in a pear tree! |
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| from Richard Stoltzman, Judy Collins - Innervoices (1997) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - A Maid Of Constant Sorrow & Golden Apples Of The Sun (2002) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Times Of Our Lives (1989) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - A Maid Of Constant Sorrow & Golden Apples Of The Sun (2002) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Whales And Nightingales (1988) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Christmas At The Biltmore Estate (1997) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - 3 & 4 (2006) | |||||
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| from Acoustic Christmas (1990) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - Recollections (2005)
Made of sand, made of sand In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin' In your hand, in your hand. Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? Well I should have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. You've got reasons a-plenty for goin' This I know, this I know For the weeds have been steadily growin' Please don't go, please don't go. Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. As I lie in my bed in the mornin' Without you, without you Each song in my breast dies of bornin' Without you, without you Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? Well I should have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. |
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from Judy Collins - 3 & 4 (2006)
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turnin' In your hand, in your hand. Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? Well I should have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. You've got reasons a-plenty for goin' This I know, this I know For the weeds have been steadily growin' Please don't go, please don't go. Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? I could have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. As I lie in my bed in the mornin' Without you, without you Each song in my breast dies of bornin' Without you, without you Are you goin' away with no word of farewell Will there be not a trace left behind? Well I should have loved you better, Didn't mean to be unkind You know that was the last thing on my mind. |
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| from Judy Collins - True Stories And Other Dreams (1989) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - Christmas At The Biltmore Estate (1997)
When they are both full grown,
Of all trees that are in the wood, The holly bears the crown: O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir. In the choir. The holly bears a blossom, As white as lily flower, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, To be our sweet Saviour. O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir. In the choir. The holly bears a berry, As red as any blood, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, For to do the sinners good. O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir. In the choir. O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir. In the choir. O, the rising of the sun, And the running of the deer The playing of the merry organ, Sweet singing in the choir. Sweet singing in the choir. |
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| from Judy Collins - Live At Newport (2001) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Born To The Breed (2009) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - Christmas At The Biltmore Estate (1997)
The first Noel the angel did say
was to certain poor shepards in fields as they lay: in fields where they lay a keeping their sheep on a cold winter's night that was so deep. Noel Noel Noel Noel born is the King of Israel. They looked up and saw a star shining in the east beyond them far: and to the earth it gave great light and so it continued both day and night. Noel Noel Noel Noel born is the King of Israel. And by the light of that same star three wise men came from the country far; to seek for a King was their intent, and to follow the star wherever it went. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, born is the King of Israel. This star drew nigh to the north-west; o'er Bethlehem it took its rest, and there it did both stop and stay, right over the place where Jesus lay. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, born is the King of Israel. Then entered in those wise men three, fell reverently upon their knee, and offered there in his presence their gold and myrrh and frankincense. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, born is the kind of Israel. Then let us all with one accord sing praises to our heavenly Lord, that hath made heaven and earth of nought, and with his blood mankind has bought. Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, born is the King of Israel. |
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from Judy Collins - Born To The Breed (2009)
I'll learn to love the fallow way
When winter draws the valley down And stills the rivers in the storm And freezes all the little brooks Time when our steps slow to the song Of falling flakes and crackling flames When silver stars are high and still Deep in the velvet of the sky The crystal times, the silence times I'll learn to love their quiet breath While deep beneath the glistening snow The black earth dreams of violets I'll learn to love the fallow time I'll learn to love the fallow way When all my colors fade to white And flying birds fold back their wings Upon my anxious wanderings The sun has slanted all her rays Across the vast and harvest plain My memories mingle in the dawn I dream of joyful vagabonds The crystal times, the silence times I'll learn to love their quietness While deep beneath the glistening snow The black earth dreams in of violets I'll learn to love the fallow times No drummer comes across the plain To tell of triumph or of pain No word of far off battle's cry To draw me out or draw me nigh I'll learn to love the fallow way And gather in the patient fruits And after autumns blaze and burn I'll know the feel of still, deep roots But nothing seem to do or need That crack the ice in frozen ponds And slumbering in winter's folds Have dreams of green and blue and gold I'll learn to love the fallow way And listen for the blossoming Of my own heart once more in spring As sure as time, as sure as snow As sure as moonlight and the stars The fallow time will fall away The sun will bring an April day And I will yield to summer's way |
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from Judy Collins - Forever An Anthology (1997)
I'll learn to love the fallow way
When winter draws the valley down And stills the rivers in their storm And freezes all the little brooks Time when our steps slow to the song Of falling flakes and crackling flames When silver stars are high and still Deep in the velvet of the night sky The crystal time the silence times I'll learn to love their quietness While deep beneath the glistening snow The black earth dreams of violets I'll learn to love the fallow times I'll learn to love the fallow way When all my colors fade to white And flying birds fold back their wings Upon my anxious wonderings The sun has slanted all her rays Across the vast and harvest plains My memories mingle in the dawn I dream a joyful vagabonds The crystal times the silence times I'll learn to love their quietness When deep beneath the glistening snow The black earth dreams in of violets I'll learn to love the fallow times No drummer comes across the plains To tell of triumph or of pain No word far off battle's cry To draw me out or draw me nigh I'll learn to love the fallow way And gather in the patient fruits And after autumns blaze and burn I'll know the full still, deep roots That nothing seem to know or need That crack the ice in frozen ponds And slumbering in winter's folds Have dreams of green and blue and gold I'll learn to love the fallow way And listening for blossoming Of my own heart once more in spring As sure as time, as sure as snow As sure as moonlight, wind and stars The fallow time will fall away The sun will bring an April day And I will yield to summer's way |
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| from Judy Collins - True Stories And Other Dreams (1989) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Live At Newport (2001) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - All On A Wintry Night: Judy Collins Christmas (2008) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Home Again (1989) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - Recollections (2005)
Oh what will you give me Say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future Cry the brown bells of Merthyr Who made the mine owner Say the black bells of Rhondda And who robbed the miner Cry the grim bells of Blaina They will plunder willy-nilly Cry the cells of Caerphilly They have fangs, they have teeth Say the loud bells of Neathe Even God is uneasy Say the moist bells of Swansea They will plunder willy-nilly Cry the bells of Caerphilly Put the vandals in court Say the bells of Newport All would be well if, if, if Cry the green bells of Cardiff Why so worried, sisters, why Sang the silver bells of Wye And what will you give me Say the sad bells of Rhymney |
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from Judy Collins - 3 & 4 (2006)
Oh what will you give me
Say the sad bells of Rhymney Is there hope for the future Cry the brown bells of Merthyr Who made the mine owner Say the black bells of Rhondda And who robbed the miner Cry the grim bells of Blaina They will plunder willy-nilly Cry the cells of Caerphilly They have fangs, they have teeth Say the loud bells of Neathe Even God is uneasy Say the moist bells of Swansea They will plunder willy-nilly Cry the bells of Caerphilly Put the vandals in court Say the bells of Newport All would be well if, if, if Cry the green bells of Cardiff Why so worried, sisters, why Sang the silver bells of Wye And what will you give me Say the sad bells of Rhymney |
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| from Judy Collins - A Maid Of Constant Sorrow & Golden Apples Of The Sun (2002) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Home Again (1989) | |||||
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| from Judy Collins - Sings Dylan... Just Like A Woman (1993) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - In My Life (1988)
Suzanne takes you down
To her place far the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night forever And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you want to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you think you'll maybe trust her For she's touched your perfect body With your mind And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From her lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors Then until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think you'll maybe trust him For he's touched your perfect body With his mind Suzanne takes you down To her place far the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night forever And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you think you'll maybe trust her For she's touched your perfect body With her mind |
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from Judy Collins - Forever An Anthology (1997)
Suzanne takes you down
To her place far the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night forever And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you want to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you think you'll maybe trust her For she's touched your perfect body With your mind And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From her lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors Then until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think you'll maybe trust him For he's touched your perfect body With his mind Suzanne takes you down To her place far the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night forever And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you think you'll maybe trust her For she's touched your perfect body With her mind |
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from Judy Collins - Rhino Hi-Five: Judy Collins (2006)
Suzanne takes you down
To her place far the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night forever And you know that she's half crazy But that's why you want to be there And she feeds you tea and oranges That come all the way from China And just when you want to tell her That you have no love to give her Then she gets you on her wavelength And she lets the river answer That you've always been her lover And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you think you'll maybe trust her For she's touched your perfect body With your mind And Jesus was a sailor When he walked upon the water And he spent a long time watching From her lonely wooden tower And when he knew for certain Only drowning men could see him He said "All men will be sailors Then until the sea shall free them" But he himself was broken Long before the sky would open Forsaken, almost human He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone And you want to travel with him And you want to travel blind And you think you'll maybe trust him For he's touched your perfect body With his mind Suzanne takes you down To her place far the river You can hear the boats go by You can spend the night forever And the sun pours down like honey On our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look Among the garbage and the flowers There are heroes in the seaweed There are children in the morning They are leaning out for love And they will lean that way forever While Suzanne holds the mirror And you want to travel with her And you want to travel blind And you think you'll maybe trust her For she's touched your perfect body With her mind |
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from Judy Collins - In My Life (1988)
On the firefly platform on sunny Goodge Street,
Violent ash smokers shook a chocolate machine. Involved in an eating scene. Smashing into neon lights in their stoners Smearing their eyes on the crazy coke goddess Listening to sounds Of Mingus Mellow Fantastic. "My, my," they sigh. (repeat x1) La la la la la la la la la la la la la la In dollhouse runes with colored lights swinging strange music boxes sadly tinkling. Drinking the sun, Shining all around you. "My, my," they sigh. (Repeat x1) La la la la la la la la la la la la la la The magician, he sparkles in satin and velvet. You gaze at his splendor with eyes you've not used yet. I tell you his name is: Love love love "My, my," they sigh (repeat). La la la la la la la la la la la la la la |
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from Judy Collins - Born To The Breed (2009)
Blood in all the streets, running like a flood
There's no where to hide, no where that I can go I reach out my hand, touching death itself Just a holy day in Sarajevo I can hear my heart, pounding like a clock Hiding from the planes and from the bombing Fire from the sky, burning down my life There is no more love and no more longing But when I close my eyes: I dream of peace I dream of flowers on the hill I dream I see my mother smiling When I close my eyes I dream of peace Once I had a home, once my life was good Once my mother sang to me and held me Then the fire came, falling from the sky There is no one left who can protect me War's a wicked bird that never comes to rest Feeding on the dreams of all the children War's an evil bird flying in the dark Every holy promise has been broken But when I close my eyes: I dream of peace I dream of flowers on the hill I dream I see my mother smiling When I close my eyes I dream of peace Can't you stop the war, bring it to a close You are tall and strong and I am just a child Can't we live in peace, stop the flowing blood Make a blessed world where I can be a child When you close your eyes: Do you dream of peace? Do you dream of flowers on the hill? Do you dream you see your mother smiling? When you close your eyes do you dream of peace? When you close your eyes: Do you dream of peace? Do you dream of flowers on the hill? Do you dream you see your mother smiling? When you close your eyes do you dream of peace? Open up your eyes and give us peace. |
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from Judy Collins - Shameless (1997)
Blood in all the streets, running like a flood
There's no where to hide, no where that I can go I reach out my hand, touching death itself Just a holy day in Sarajevo I can hear my heart, pounding like a clock Hiding from the planes and from the bombing Fire from the sky, burning down my life There is no more love and no more longing But when I close my eyes: I dream of peace I dream of flowers on the hill I dream I see my mother smiling When I close my eyes I dream of peace Once I had a home, once my life was good Once my mother sang to me and held me Then the fire came, falling from the sky There is no one left who can protect me War's a wicked bird that never comes to rest Feeding on the dreams of all the children War's an evil bird flying in the dark Every holy promise has been broken But when I close my eyes: I dream of peace I dream of flowers on the hill I dream I see my mother smiling When I close my eyes I dream of peace Can't you stop the war, bring it to a close You are tall and strong and I am just a child Can't we live in peace, stop the flowing blood Make a blessed world where I can be a child When you close your eyes: Do you dream of peace? Do you dream of flowers on the hill? Do you dream you see your mother smiling? When you close your eyes do you dream of peace? When you close your eyes: Do you dream of peace? Do you dream of flowers on the hill? Do you dream you see your mother smiling? When you close your eyes do you dream of peace? Open up your eyes and give us peace. |
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from Judy Collins - Shameless (1997)
Blood in all the streets, running like a flood
There's no where to hide, no where that I can go I reach out my hand, touching death itself Just a holy day in Sarajevo I can hear my heart, pounding like a clock Hiding from the planes and from the bombing Fire from the sky, burning down my life There is no more love and no more longing But when I close my eyes: I dream of peace I dream of flowers on the hill I dream I see my mother smiling When I close my eyes I dream of peace Once I had a home, once my life was good Once my mother sang to me and held me Then the fire came, falling from the sky There is no one left who can protect me War's a wicked bird that never comes to rest Feeding on the dreams of all the children War's an evil bird flying in the dark Every holy promise has been broken But when I close my eyes: I dream of peace I dream of flowers on the hill I dream I see my mother smiling When I close my eyes I dream of peace Can't you stop the war, bring it to a close You are tall and strong and I am just a child Can't we live in peace, stop the flowing blood Make a blessed world where I can be a child When you close your eyes: Do you dream of peace? Do you dream of flowers on the hill? Do you dream you see your mother smiling? When you close your eyes do you dream of peace? When you close your eyes: Do you dream of peace? Do you dream of flowers on the hill? Do you dream you see your mother smiling? When you close your eyes do you dream of peace? Open up your eyes and give us peace. |
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| from Judy Collins - True Stories And Other Dreams (1989) | |||||
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from Judy Collins - Who Knows Where The Time Goes (1988)
There's a young man that I know,
His age is twenty one He comes from down in Southern Colorado Just out of the service, And he's looking for his fun Some day soon, I'm going with him, Some day soon My parents cannot stand him, Cause he rides the rodeo My father says that he will leave me crying I would follow him right Down the toughest road I know Some day soon, going with him, some day soon And when he comes to call my pa Ain't got a good word to say I guess it's cause he was just as wild In the younger days So blow you old blue Northern, Blow my love to me He's driving in tonight from California He loves his damned old rodeo As much as he loves me Some day soon, going with him, some day soon When he comes to call my pa Ain't got a good word to say I guess it's cause he was just as wild In the younger days So blow you old blue Northern, Blow my love to me He's driving in tonight from California He loves his damned old rodeo As much as he loves me Some day soon, going with him, some day soon Some day soon, going with him, some day soon |
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from Judy Collins - Forever An Anthology (1997)
Bows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air And feather canyons everywhere I've looked at clouds that way But now they only block the sun They rain and snow on everyone So many things I would have done But clouds got in my way I've looked at clouds from both sides now From up and down and still somehow It's clouds' illusions I recall I really don't know clouds at all Moons and Junes and ferris wheels The dizzy dancing way you feel When every fairy tale comes real I've looked at love that way But now it's just another show You leave 'em laughing when you go And if you care don't let them know Don't give yourself away I've looked at love from both sides now From win and lose and still somehow It's love's illusions I recall I really don't know love at all Tears and fears and feeling proud To say I love you right out loud Dreams and schemes and circus crowds I've looked at life that way But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads they say I've changed Well something's lost but something's gained In living every day I've looked at life from both sides now From win and lose and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all |
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from Judy Collins - Rhino Hi-Five: Judy Collins (2006)
There's a young man that I know,
His age is twenty one He comes from down in Southern Colorado Just out of the service, And he's looking for his fun Some day soon, I'm going with him, Some day soon My parents cannot stand him, Cause he rides the rodeo My father says that he will leave me crying I would follow him right Down the toughest road I know Some day soon, going with him, some day soon And when he comes to call my pa Ain't got a good word to say I guess it's cause he was just as wild In the younger days So blow you old blue Northern, Blow my love to me He's driving in tonight from California He loves his damned old rodeo As much as he loves me Some day soon, going with him, some day soon When he comes to call my pa Ain't got a good word to say I guess it's cause he was just as wild In the younger days So blow you old blue Northern, Blow my love to me He's driving in tonight from California He loves his damned old rodeo As much as he loves me Some day soon, going with him, some day soon Some day soon, going with him, some day soon |
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from Judy Collins - Live At Wolf Trap (2007)
There's a young man that I know,
His age is twenty one He comes from down in Southern Colorado Just out of the service, And he's looking for his fun Some day soon, I'm going with him, Some day soon My parents cannot stand him, Cause he rides the rodeo My father says that he will leave me crying I would follow him right Down the toughest road I know Some day soon, going with him, some day soon And when he comes to call my pa Ain't got a good word to say I guess it's cause he was just as wild In the younger days So blow you old blue Northern, Blow my love to me He's driving in tonight from California He loves his damned old rodeo As much as he loves me Some day soon, going with him, some day soon When he comes to call my pa Ain't got a good word to say I guess it's cause he was just as wild In the younger days So blow you old blue Northern, Blow my love to me He's driving in tonight from California He loves his damned old rodeo As much as he loves me Some day soon, going with him, some day soon Some day soon, going with him, some day soon |
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