I am a maid of constant sorrow I've seen trials all of my days I'm going back to California Place where I was partly raised Your friends may say that
She is a weaver Through her hands the bright thread travels Blue green water, willows weeping, silver stars She sings and sighs as the shuttle flies
Everybody loves to love The local girl made good Surely I'd find peace of mind If anybody could Still at times I find myself Wishing they were right
'Twas down by the glenside, I spied an old woman She was plucking young nettles, she scarce saw me coming I listened a while to the song she was humming
One morning in Bolivia, the leader of the partisans And two of his companions Were forced to flee the mountains for their lives Through green and dusty
Love don't say you can't forgive me How can I bear to live if you say goodbye? God has mercy, can't you spare some? I am begging you to stay, if it's
There is a bamboo tree that blooms Only once in a hundred years This is the year, your wedding year And the bamboo blossoms just for you For you the
From the beginning of time Like a heartbeat that never can die Like the wind on the sea, like the sun on the sand Like a baby's cry We've had a dream
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where we two have passed so many blithesome days On the bonnie,
The minstrel boy to the war is gone In the ranks of death you'll find him His father's sword he has girded on And his wild harp slung behind him Go get
It was in the merry month of May When the green buds were swelling A young man on his death bed lay For love of Barbara Allen He sent his servant to
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
The summer was sweet and the flowers were blooming The wind was as gentle and sweet as a kiss The great northern lights danced above us till morning The
Every mother has to let he child go Even though it may tear her apart I can hear the lullabies I sang you Now you stand taller than my heart You know
The fisherman are pitchin' pennies In the sand beside the sea The sunrise hits their oilskin boots And their painted boats and me They seem to know the
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
Wings of angels, tears of saints Prayers and promises won't bring you back Come to me in dreams again Wings of angels, tears of saints I lost you on
Colorado, Colorado When the world leaves you shivering And the blizzard blows When the snow flies and the night falls There's a light in the window And