| In A Windowpane I looked into a windowpane last evening in a city far away. I was feeling sad and blue, I wondered then if I should really stay. Wanting someone to be with me in the light of this uncertain time, waiting by the window for the man inside to please make up his mind. Will you be one who passed through but never saw, never knowing never feeling anything? Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do? Will you be one who passed through but never saw? I walked along the roadway to a fountain where lovers come to meet. A hobo walked up to me, I could tell he didn't have enough to eat. He said, "Good sir you look so kind and though the years have stripped me to the bone, it seems I am the better man for in this place I've never walked alone." Will you be one who passed through but never saw, never knowing never feeling anything? Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do? Will you be one who passed through but never saw? "Where will you be, my friendly, when your telephone ain't giving out no calls? And when the seasons come to haunt you, will you still find springtime in the fall? And when you're on your island, will you wave at every ship that passes by? And will you feed a hungry man, I thank you, sir, now I'll just say goodbye." Don't you be one who passed through but never saw, never knowing never feeling anything. Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do? Will you be one who passed through but never saw? Will you live your whole life through never knowing what to do? Will you be one who passed through but never saw? The Lost Children Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run. Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come. Faded lips and eyes of blue they're carried in the wind. Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again. All the games are ended now, their voices have been stilled. Their fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed. Their fathers made the uniforms showing which side they were on and the young boys wear the middle name for guns to pray upon. You've seen the fires in the night, watched the devil as he smiles. You've heard a mother's mournful cry as she searches for her child. You've seen the lines of refugees, the faces of despair and wondered at the wise men who never seem to care. Goodbye you lost children, God speed you on your way. Your little beds are empty now, your toys are put away. Your mother sings a lullaby as she gazes at the floor. Your father builds more weapons and marches out once more. Down the hall their voices ring, their feet are on the run. Phantoms on the winter sky, together they do come. Faded lips and eyes of blue they're carried in the wind. Their laughter filled the countryside but they'll not laugh again. Leaves Of Grass The leaves of grass will not pass on though the millstones grind them into dust. For the earth shall give life to them but only the grass will grow once more. And the brave must fall to honor the names of the ones who have gone before and the earth shall give new life to them but only the grass will grow once more. If people could look into each other's eyes, what a wonderful place this world would be. All strife would end, we could start again and dreams like these must not pass on. But the brave keep falling to honor the names of the ones who have gone before and the earth shall give new life to them, but only the grass will grow once more. And the brave keep falling to honor the names of the ones who have gone before and the earth shall give new life to them, but only the grass will grow once more. The leaves of grass will not pass on though the millstones grind them into dust. For the earth shall give life to them but only the grass will grow once more. I'm Not Sayin' / Ribbon Of Darkness I'm not sayin' that I love you, I'm not sayin' that I'll care if you love me. I'm not sayin' that I'll care, I'm not sayin' I'll be there when you want me. I can't give my heart to you, or tell you that I'll sing your name up to the sky. I can't lay the promise down that I'll always be around when you need me. Now I may not be alone each time you see me along the street or in a small cafe'. But still I won't deny or mistreat you, baby, if you let me have my way. I'm not sayin' I'll be sorry for all the things that I might say that make you cry. I can't say I'll always do the things you want me to, I'm not sayin' I'll be true but I'll try. Ribbon of darkness over me since my true love walked out the door. Tears I never had before, ribbon of darkness over me. Clouds a-gathering over my head that kill the day and hide the sun, that shroud the night when day is done, ribbon of darkness over me. Rain is falling on the meadow where once my love and I did lie. Now she is gone from the meadow, my love, goodbye. Oh, how I wish your heart could see how mine just aches and breaks all day, Come on home and take away this ribbon of darkness over me. Come on home and take away this ribbon of darkness over me. Apology I remember everything I've learned about survival. I've walked with fools and kings, I've even read the Bible. There I came upon some lines giving me direction: "gather not your gold on earth, your kingdom is in heaven." But I chose to live instead inside the shell they gave me till in spite of everything, good fortune came to find me. I tried my best to run away but I could not avoid the feeling, soon I was reeling on my feet. I made a grab at anything, the earth was gone and I was on a vicious circle then. After I'd gone and let myself surrender, I didn't want to die at all, I thought I'd live forever. Then she gave me everything a king could never borrow. But I twisted all her gifts, her wisdom was my sorrow. So I left her crying and roamed across the river. The angels offered me their hands but I could not forget her. So I came to where she was by river, road and reason. I slept beneath her window in the moonlight summer season. But I could not go inside, I heard the sound of laughter, the rustle of her hair upon his skin. I made a grab at anything, the earth was gone and I was on a vicious circle then. After I'd gone and cried down my sorrow, I didn't want to live no more or face the bright tomorrow. Then I remembered everything I've learned about survival. I haven't walked with fools and kings, I've even read the Bible. I remember all those lines giving me direction: "gather not your gold on earth, it will not pass inspection." And still I think when I'm alone, away from all night's splendor, if gold could buy one night with her, I wish I had some to send her. Bitter Green Upon the bitter green, she walked the hills above the town, echo to her footsteps as soft as Eider down. Waiting for her master to kiss away her tears, waiting through the years, Bitter Green, they called her, walking in the sun, loving everyone that she met. Bitter Green, they called her, waiting in the sun, waiting for someone to take her home. Some say he was a sailor who died away at sea, some say he was a prisoner who never was set free. Lost upon the ocean, he died there in the mist, dreaming of her kiss, Bitter Green, they called her, walking in the sun, loving everyone that she met. Bitter Green, they called her, waiting in the sun, waiting for someone to take her home. But now the Bitter Green is gone, the hills have turned to rust, there comes a weary stranger, his tears fall in the dust. Kneeling by the churchyard in the autumn mist, dreaming of a kiss, Bitter Green, they called her, walking in the sun, loving everyone that she met. Bitter Green, they called her, waiting in the sun, waiting for someone to take her home. Ballad Of Yarmouth Castle Well, it's four o'clock in the afternoon and the anchors have been weighed. From Miami to Nassau, she's bound across the waves. She'll be heading south through Biscayne Bay into the open sea, Yarmouth Castle, she's a-dying and don't know it. Now the many years she's been to sea, she's seen the better times. She gives a groan of protest as they cast away her lines. And the grumble of her engines and the rust along her spine tells the Castle she's too old to be sailing. But the sands run out within her heart, a tiny spark glows red. It smolders through the evening, there's laughter overhead. Now the men are served, and the cards are dealt and the drinks are passed around, deep within the fire starts a-burning. Now it's midnight on the open sea and the moon is shining bright. Some people join the party and others say good-night. There's many who are sleeping now, it's been a busy day and a tiny wisp of smoke is a-rising. "Oh Lord," she groans, "I'm burning! Let someone understand!" But her silent plea is wasted in the playing of the band. Everybody's dancing on her deck and they're having such a time, then a voice says "Shut up and deal, I'm losing." Deep within the Yarmouth Castle, the fire begins to glow. It leaps into the hallways and climbs and twists and grows. And the paint she wore to keep her young, oh Lord, how well it burns and soon that old fire is a-raging. Up beneath the bridge it's climbing fast, the captain stands aloft. He calls up to the boatswain, and says, "Boatswain, we are lost." For the ragged hoses in the racks, no pressure do they hold and the people down below will soon be dying. All amidships, oh she's blazing now, it's spreading fore and aft. The people are a-scrambling as the fire blocks their path. The evil smoke surrounds them, and they're falling in their tracks and the captain in his lifeboat is a-leaving. Oh then the ship, Bahama Star comes steaming through the night, she sees the Castle blazing and 'tis a terrible sight. "Jump down, jump down!" the captain cries, "We'll save you if we can!" Then the paint on his funnels is a-frying. "God help the ones who sleep below and cannot find the way. Thank God for those we've rescued upon this awful day." Now the heroes, they are many, but the times are growing slim and now from stern to bow, she's a-blazing. Oh the Yarmouth Castle's moaning, she's crying like a child. You can hear her if you listen above the roar so wild. Is she crying for the ones who lie within her molten sides? Or crying for herself, I'm a-wondering. But the living soon were rescued, the ones who lived to tell, from the Star they watched her as she died there in the swells. Like a toy ship on a millpond, she burned all through the night. Then slipped beneath the waves in the morning. Softly Softly she comes, whispers the breeze with her passing, in secret love she is laughing, softly she comes in the night. Softly she sighs, sweetly she lies, never sleeping. Her fragrance all in my keeping, softly she comes in the night. Down the darkened hall, I hear her footsteps on my stair, and she is in my arms once more. Then softly she goes, her shining lips in the shadows, whisper goodbye at my window, softly she goes in the dawn. Down the darkened hall, I hear her footsteps on my stair, and she is in my arms once more. Then softly she goes, her shining lips in the shadows, whisper goodbye at my window, softly she goes in the dawn, softly she goes in the dawn. Boss Man Boss man, boss man, what do you say? I gotta get you alone in the mine some day. Boss man, boss man, turn it around, if you don't look away how can I sit down? Look at this load upon my back, gotta get this wheel back on the track. I can't hold on but I can't let go and I can't say yes, I can't say no. Holes in my pockets and holes in my shoes, If you're ready for me I'm ready for you. The company plan takes all my pay, got a child in July and another last May. Boss man, boss man, what do you say? I gotta get you alone in the mine some day. Push your face down in the coal cause you got no heart, you got no soul. Country life's the life for me, in ten more years I'll a pensioner be. The younger lad knows when the girls are out but you might say he's a rural sprout. Boss man, boss man, what do you say? I gotta get you alone in the mine some day. Boss man, boss man, clear the track, you're gonna tear the skin right off-a my back. Boss man, boss man, what do ya say, if you can't lend a hand then get outta my way. It'll be murder in the first degree if you ever lay your hands on me. Boss man, boss man, pay my rent, a dollar I've earned is a dollar I've spent. The company plan takes all my check for breaking my back and risking my neck. Boss man, boss man, what do you say? I gotta get you alone in the mine some day. I can't hold on but I can't let go and I can't say yes I can't say no. Pussywilliows, Cat Tails Pussywillows, cat tails, soft winds and roses, rain pools in the woodland water to my knees shivering, quivering the warm breath of spring. Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses, catbirds and cornfields, daydreams together riding on the roadside, the dust gets in your eyes, reveling, disheveling the summer nights can bring. Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses, slanted rays and colored days stark blue horizons, naked limbs and wheat bins, hazy afternoons, voicing, rejoicing the wine cups do bring. Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses, harsh nights and candle lights, wood fires ablazing, soft lips and fingertips resting in my soul, treasuring, remembering the promise of spring. Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses. Canadian Railroad Trilogy There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run, when the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun. Long before the white man and long before the wheel, then the green dark forest was too silent to be real. But time has no beginnings and history has no bounds as to this verdant country they came from all around. They sailed upon her waterways and they walked the forests tall, built the mines the mills and the factories for the good of us all. And when the young man's fancy was turning to the spring, the railroad men grew restless for to hear the hammers ring. Their minds were overflowing with the visions of their day and many a fortune lost and won and many a debt to pay. For they looked in the future and what did they see, they saw an iron road running from the sea to the sea. Bringing the goods to a young growing land, all up through the seaports and into their hands. Look away said they across this mighty land, from the Eastern Shore to the western strand. Bring in the workers and bring up the rails, we gotta lay down the tracks and tear up the trails. Open her heart let the lifeblood flow, gotta get on our way 'cause we're moving too slow. Bring in the workers and bring up the rails, we're gonna lay down the tracks and tear up the trails. Open her heart let the lifeblood flow, gotta get on our way 'cause we're moving too slow. Get on our way 'cause we're moving too slow. Behind the blue Rockies the sun is declining the stars, they come stealing at the close of the day. Across the wide prairie our loved ones lie sleeping beyond the dark oceans in a place far away. We are the Navvies who work upon the railway, swinging our hammers in the bright blazing sun, living on stew and drinking bad whiskey, bending our old backs 'til the long days are done. We are the Navvies who work upon the railway, swinging our hammers in the bright blazing sun. Laying down track and building the bridges, bending our backs till the railroad is done. So over the mountains and over the plains into the muskeg and into the rain, up the St. Lawrence all the way to Gaspe, swinging our hammers and drawing our pay. Driving 'em in and tying 'em down away to the bunkhouse and into the town. A dollar a day and a place for my head, a drink to the living and a toast to the dead. Oh, the song of the future has been sung, all the battles have been won, o'er the mountain tops we stand, all the world at our command, we have opened up the soil with our teardrops and our toil. There was a time in this fair land when the railroad did not run, when the wild majestic mountains stood alone against the sun. Long before the white man and long before the wheel, then the green dark forest was too silent to be real. Then the green dark forest was too silent to be real. And many are the dead men too silent to be real. |
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