Once there were green fields, kissed by the sun Once there were valleys where rivers used to run Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above
Tulkojums: Brothers Four. Greenfields.
How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand How many times must
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, dear If you don't know by now It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, dear 'Cause it don't matter anyhow
Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All those things that dont change come what may But our good times are all gone And Im bound
Once there were green fields kissed by the sun. Once there were valleys where rivers used to run. Once there were blue skies with white clouds high above
Oooh ooh, oooh ooh..... A time to be reaping, a time to be sowing The green leaves of summer are calling me home It was good to be young then in the
When I was just a lad of ten My father said to me; Come here and learn a lesson From the lovely lemon tree: Don?t put your faith in love, my boy My
the song about love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land It's the hammer of justice It's the bell of freedom It's the song about love between my brothers
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah. Michael's boat is the gospel boat, hallelujah Michael's boat is the
Lady Greensleeves --- Instrumental with humming --- Alas, my love, you do me wrong To cast me off discourteously For I have courted you so long
I got the blues from my baby Left me by the San Francisco Bay, The ocean liner's gone so far away. Well, I didn't mean to treat her so bad, She was
Scotch and Soda Mud in yer eye Baby do I feel high, oh me, oh my Do I feel high? Dry martini Jigger of gin Oh, what a spell you've got me in, oh my
We come on the sloop John B My grandfather and me 'Round Nassau town we did roam Drinking all night Got into a fight Well, I feel so brake up I want
This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York island From the Redwood forests, to the Gulf stream waters This land belongs
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, Hang down your head and cry. Hang down your head, Tom Dooley, Poor boy, you're bound to die! I met her on the mountain
Walk right in, sit right down Baby, let your hair hang down Walk right in, sit right down Baby, let your hair hang down Everybody's talkin' 'bout A
Where have all the flowers gone, Long time passing, Where have all the flowers gone, Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone, Young girls picked