| Eleanor Rigby (Lennon/McCartney) LLC/Northern Songs Catalog, administered by Blackwood Music (EMI) Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door. Who is it for? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Father McKenzie, writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear, no one comes near. Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there, what does he care? All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people. Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name, nobody came. Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave, no one was saved. All the lonely people, where do they all come from? All the lonely people, where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people. Ah, look at all the lonely people. The Game Is Over (Denver/Bourtayre/Bouchety) Time, there was a time, you could talk to me without speaking. You would look at me and I'd know all there was to know. Days I think of you and remember the lies we told in the night. The love we knew, the things we shared when our hearts were beating together. Days that were so few full of love and you. Gone, the days are gone now, days that seem so wrong now. Life won't be the same without you to hold again in my arms to ease the pain. And remember when our love was a reason for living. Days that were so few full of love and you. The game is over. Golden Slumbers (Lennon/McCartney) LLC/Northern Songs Catalog, administered by Blackwood Music (EMI) Once there was a way to get back homeward. Once there was a way to get back home, sleep pretty darling do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby. Golden slumbers fill your eyes, smiles awake you when you rise. Sleep pretty darling, do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby. Once there was a way to get back homeward. Once there was a way to get back home. Sleep pretty darling do not cry, and I will sing a lullaby. I Wish I Could Have Been There (Woodstock) I wish I could have been there on the highway when the people came from miles around to see the children of the flowers come together. I wish I could have been there in the sunshine with the sound of lovely laughter in the air, and the music makers first began to play to hear them play. And I wish I could have been there in the rain when the clouds were silver castles in the sky. And I wish I could have heard the people sing as the rhythm and the words came floating by. I wish I could have been there in the starlight when the countryside was quiet once again. And the music and the makers, the poets and the singers, and the children of the flowers had all gone, and I wonder if they will return again? Jingle Bells (Traditional) Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh. Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it was to ride in a one-horse open sleigh. Mr. Bojangles (Walker) Knew a man, Bojangles, and he danced for you in worn out shoes. Silver hair, ragged shirt and baggy pants, the old soft shoe. He jumped so high, he jumped so high, then he'd lightly touch down. Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. Met him in a cell, in New Orleans it was, down and out. He looked to me to be the eyes of age as he spoke right out. He talked of life, he talked of life. He laughed, slapped his leg and stared. He said his name, Bojangles, and he danced a lick across the cell. He grabbed his pants and took a stance and he jumped so high, he clicked his heels. He let go a laugh, he let go a laugh, shook his clothes all around. Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, dance. He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs throughout the South. He spoke in tears of 15 years how his dog and him, they traveled about. The dog up and died, he up and died. After 20 years he still grieves. He said, I dance now at every chance and honky-tonks for drinks and tips. But most the time I spend behind these county bars 'cause I drinks a bit. He shook his head now, he shook his head and I heard someone ask please, Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles, hey, Mr. Bojangles, dance. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down (Robertson) Virgil Caine is the name, I served on the Danville train. The stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again. In the summer of '65, we were hungry, just barely alive. By May the 10th Richmond had fell, was a time I remember oh, so well. The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringing. The night they drove old Dixie down and the people were singing. They went la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la. Back home in Tennessee my wife called out to me. Said Virgil, come quick and see, there goes Robert E. Lee. I don't mind chopping wood, and I don't care if the money ain't good. You take what you need and save the rest, but they should never have taken the very best. The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringing. The night they drove old Dixie down and the people were singing. They went la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la. Like my father before me, he was a working man. Like my brother above me, he took a rebel stand. Was just 18, proud and brave when a Yankee laid him in his grave. I swear by the blood beneath my feet, you can't raise a Cain back up when he's in defeat. The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringing. The night they drove old Dixie down and the people were singing. They went la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la. The night they drove old Dixie down, and the bells were ringing. The night they drove old Dixie down and the people were singing. They went la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la, la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la. Sail Away Home Sail away, sail away home. Sail away till you are gone. You have so far to go, there's so much that you don't know. Dream away, see what you find, yeah. Dream away, it's all in your mind. Things that you'd like to see, things that you'd like to be. Don't you know, it seems so wrong, yeah. Don't you know, it's gone on too long. I can't take the guns anymore, I can't take the screams anymore, I can't take the pain. It's got to stop, it's got to change, it can't go on, it can't go on. Don't you know, it's gone on to long, yeah. Don't you know, it seems so wrong. I can't take the guns anymore, I can't take the screams anymore, I can't take the pain. It's got to stop, it's got to change, it can't go on, it can't go on. Find a way, I know you can. Find a way, I'll give you my hand, We're on our way back home, we've been a long time gone. Sail away, sail away home. Sail away, sail away home. Sail away, sail away home. Sweet, Sweet Life Sweet, sweet life, I'm living today, don't bring me down, don't go away. Give me just one more chance to make you want to stay. Sweet, sweet, sweet life, I'm living, I'm living today. Don't bring me down, don't go away. Don't go away, please, don't go away. Tremble If You Must (Potash) So tremble if you must, for the dust is still breathing. And the trees are just the leaves on a big breathing globe. And there's life in the rocks, and the seashells are listening to the sounds of the sands as it rests on its way. Whose Garden Was This (Paxton) Whose garden was this? It must have been lovely. Did it have flowers? I've seen pictures of flowers, and I'd love to have smelled one. Whose river was this? You say it ran freely. Blue was it's color. I've seen blue in some pictures, and I'd love to have been there. Tell me again I need to know. The forest had trees, the meadows were green. The oceans were blue and birds really flew. Can you swear that it's true? Whose gray sky was this? Or was it a blue one? You say there were breezes. I've heard records of breezes and I'd love to have felt one. Tell me again I need to know. The forest had trees, the meadows were green. The oceans were blue and birds really flew. Can you swear that it's true? Whose garden was this? It must have been lovely. Did it have flowers? I've seen pictures of flowers, and I'd love to have smelled one. Tell me again I need to know, tell me again I need to know. Tell me again I need to know, tell me again I need to know. |
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