| 10 Degrees & Getting Colder He was standing by the highway with a sign that just said "Mother" when he heard a driver coming about a half a mile away. Then he held the sign up higher where no decent soul could miss it, it was ten degrees or colder down by Boulder Dam that day. He was raised up in Milwaukee though he never was that famous, he was just a road musician to the taverns he would go. Singing songs about the rambling, the loving girls and gambling How the world fell on his shoulders, back in Boulder, I don't know. It was out in Arizona that he heard the lady listening to each word that he was saying, to each line that he would write. So he sat down by her table and they talked about the weather, ninety-eight point six and rising down by Boulder dam that day. And she told him she would take him for a ride in the morning sun, back in Boulder he had told her "I don't know when I had a better friend." Now he's traded off his Martin but his troubles are not over, for his feet are almost frozen and the sun is sinking low. Won't you listen to me, brother, if you ever loved your mother, please pull off on the shoulder if you're going Milwaukee way. It's ten degrees and getting colder down by Boulder dam today. Miguel Never had much to say, he traveled alone with no friends. Like a shadowy ghost, at dawn he came and he went through the woodland swiftly gliding to the young maid, he came gliding where she'd run to meet him by the garden wall. Oh, my sweet Miguel, I will never tell. No one will ever know what I know too well. And he'd smile and lay his head on her breast and he'd say, "I have no fear." They're waiting for me to cross the border, to swim the river but I've done that before to see my true love's smiling face a hundred times or more. Oh, my sweet Miguel, she cried, I'll love you till I die. He was born to the south, in Mexico, they say, the child of a man who had soon gone away. But his mother loved him dearly and she would take him yearly to the great cathedral in St. Augustine. Oh, my young Miguel, listen to the bell of my poverty, you must never tell. And he cried himself to sleep in the night, and he vowed to make things right. So he took the gun down from the wall and he paid a call, he knew she'd understand. A lawman came to capture him, the gun jumped in his hand. Oh, Miguel, the mother cried, you must run son, or you'll die. So the story is told of his true love across the line, as strong as the oak and as sweet as the vine. And the child she bore him came on that fateful morning when they sent him to his final rest. Oh, my sweet Miguel, listen to the bell. No one will ever know what I know too well. And she'd smile and lay the child on her breast and she'd say, "I have no fear." I'm waiting for you to cross the border, to swim the river cause you've done that before to see your true love's smiling face a hundred times or more. Oh, my sweet Miguel, she cried, I'll love you till I die. Go My Way Go my way and I'll be good to you, go my way and your dreams will all come true. In the sunset the wild waves are calling, my shadow is following you. Go my way and I'll take you by the hand, believe in me and I'll do the best I can. I can't be anything but just what I am, I can't help it if I'm in love with you. Why must I sail my ship alone without a friend, my thoughts are on you, I dare not ask again. Go my way, it's the only way to go, if things aren't working out you'll be the first to know. Come on along and together we'll go, please love me and say that you'll be mine. Why must I sail my ship alone without a friend, my thoughts are on you, I dare not ask again. Go my way, it's the only way to go, if things aren't working out you'll be the first to know. Come on along and together we'll go, please love me and say that you'll be mine. Summer Side of Life He came down through fields of green on the summer side of life, his love was ripe. There were no illusions on the summer side of life, only tenderness. And if you saw him now, you'd wonder why he would cry the whole day long. There were young girls everywhere on the summer side of life, they talked all night to the young men that they knew on the summer side of life going off to fight. And if you saw them now, you'd wonder why they would cry the whole day long. He came down through fields of green on the summer side of life, he prayed all night. Then he walked into a house where love had been misplaced, his chance to waste. And if you saw him now, you'd wonder why he would cry the whole day long. And if you saw him now, you'd wonder why. And if you saw him now, you'd wonder why. Cotton Jenny There's a house on a hill by a worn down weathered old mill. In the valley below where the river winds, there's no such thing as bad times. And a soft southern flame, oh, Cotton Jenny's her name. She wakes me up when the sun goes down and the wheels of love go round, wheels of love go round, love go round, wheels of love go round, a joyful sound. I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend but then the wheels go round. When the new day begins, I go down to the cotton gin and I make my time worth while to them then I climb back up again. And she waits by the door, oh, Cotton Jenny I'm sore and she rubs my feet while the sun goes down and the wheels of love go round. Wheels of love go round, love go round, wheels of love go round, a joyful sound. I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend but then the wheels go round. In the hot, sickly South when they say, “well, shut my mouth!� I can never be free from the cotton grind, but I know I got what's mine in a soft southern flame, oh, Cotton Jenny's her name. She wakes me up when the sun goes down and the wheels of love go round. Wheels of love go round, love go round, wheels of love go round, a joyful sound. I ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend but then the wheels go round. Wheels go round, mmmmm. Talking In Your Sleep I heard you talking in your sleep is there anything that I can do? I don't believe we've had a word all day about anything at all. I heard you talking in the night, that's right, yes I heard you call. Though I could hardly hear the name you spoke, it's a name I don't recall. I heard you softly whisper, I reached out to hold you near me, then from your lips there came that secret I was not supposed to know. I heard you talking in your sleep, is there anything that I can say? I don't believe we've had a word all day about anything at all. I heard you talking in the night, that's right, yes I heard you call. Though I could hardly hear the name you spoke, it's a name I don't recall. I heard you talking in your sleep, is there anything that I can do? I don't believe we've had a word all day about anything at all. Nous Vivons Ensemble We've got to stay together, we've got to find each other now. That is how we can learn all about the other man's song. On the plains of Abraham when they sent the lamb to die, you and I were asleep in the Rock of Ages. Remember the unborn children still to come, if you need me and I need you there's nothing else needs saying, understand it. I'm not too deaf to hear the song you're playing. Nous vivons ensemble, Nous nous connaissons maintenant. Voici comment nous pouvons decouvrir une autre humanite. Sur les plaines D'Abraham, lors du dernier sacrifice. Toi et moi nous dormions tres loin dans le temp. Souviens toi des enfants qui attendent encore. Si tu me veux je serai la c'est tout ce que j'ai a dire. Car comprend moi, je ne suis pas sourd a la musique que tu joues. Same Old Loverman I'm not some long lost someone, just dropped in to say hello. It's that same old lover man you lost so long ago. Cause I was born to believe, I never could deceive, believe me. I hear no children's voices, have they gone back to school? And that same old lover man is still acting like a fool. Yes, I was born to bring you grief, though I never was a thief, believe me. It's cold outside your window, please let me in, the night is wild. It's that same old lover man, not some lonesome, winsome child. And I was born to believe, I never could deceive. It's that same old lover man, just dropped in to say,"what's new?" Yes, I was born to bring you grief, though I never was a thief, believe me. Redwood Hill I climbed the Redwood Hill, twas on a rainy day to rise above the throng and talk with Mother Nature for a while. She told me of her love for the children in her trust and of her grave concern for the likes of you and me and us. Crying, though she was, she did speak these tender words. The things that I am, I could not change for any man. I tried to comfort her, ah, but she would not be still. And how the rain did fall as I found my way back down the Redwood Hill. Crying, though she was, she did speak these tender words. The things that I am, I could not change for any man. I tried to comfort her, ah, but she would not be still. I'll not forget that day when Mother Nature cried on Redwood Hill. I'll not forget that day when Mother Nature cried on Redwood Hill. Love & Maple Syrup Love and maple syrup goes together like the sticky winds of winter when they meet. When lonely lovers come to rest beneath the trees they do their best. But still they can't be free, looking for the world to be. Anything but what they see, longing to be understood by the heart that shapes the wood. If you go into the forest, gaze up through the leaves and see the sky that's almost wild, you must learn to understand what makes the forest greet the man like a mother's only child. In the north when winter's claw relaxes now to keep the laws of nature in control, people come and stand in line to rob the forest of her wine but they don't feel the cold. Looking for the world to be anything but what they see, longing to be understood by the heart that shapes the wood. Love and maple syrup goes together like the sticky winds of winter when they meet. When lonely lovers come to rest beneath the trees they do their best. But still they can't be free, love and maple syrup shine like embers warm, like thoughts divine, they tell us it is spring. Love and maple syrup stir the thoughts of people into words of songs that they can sing. Looking for the world to be anything but what they see, longing to be understood by the heart that shapes the wood. Cabaret All I can see is the sea and the sky and the sky is blue and the sea is green. Yesterday's a cabaret, gowns of satin on ladies gay. Yesterday's a cabaret, sounds of laughter on faces grey. Yesterday's a carousel, catch the ring and all will be well. From the coast of California, up to the Oregon border, I've thumbed a thousand miles, I guess, sitting in a roadside diner. The big trucks rolling by, I don't seem to know at times what's best. And still I'd like to tell her that I miss her so in north Ontario. If you're driving east to Reno or north to Mendecino, I hope you find your rainbow's end. This highway is my rainbow and though I might regret it, I'm so glad I said it way back when. And still I'd like to tell her that I miss her so in north Ontario. |
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