(P. Ochs)
Show me the prison, show me the jail
Show me the prisoner, whose life has gone stale
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
And there but for fortune, go you or I......mm.mm
Show me the alley, show me the train
Show me the hobo, who sleeps out in the rain
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
And there but for fortune ,go you or I, mm.mm
Show me the whiskey, stains on the floor
Show me the drunkard, as he stumbles out the door
And I'll show you a young man
With so many reasons why
And there but for fortune go you or I, mmm,mm
Show me the country, where the bombs had to fall
Show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall
And I'll show you a young land
With so many reasons why
And there but for fortune go you and I, you and I.
Joan Baez - Joan Baez/5 Album Lyrics
Joan Baez - Joan Baez/5 Lyrics
Writer: PHIL OCHS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Stewball
Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high,
and the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread.
I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain,
and I never did lose, boys, I always did gain.
So come all you gamblers, wherever you are,
and don`t bet your money on that little grey mare.
Most likely she`ll stumble, most likely she`ll fall,
but never you`ll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball.
As they were a-riding, `bout halfway round,
that grey mare she stumbled, and fell on the ground.
And way out yonder, ahead of them all,
came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball.
Stewball was a race horse, and by the day he was mine,
he never drank water, he always drank wine.
(Joan Baez)
and the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread.
I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain,
and I never did lose, boys, I always did gain.
So come all you gamblers, wherever you are,
and don`t bet your money on that little grey mare.
Most likely she`ll stumble, most likely she`ll fall,
but never you`ll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball.
As they were a-riding, `bout halfway round,
that grey mare she stumbled, and fell on the ground.
And way out yonder, ahead of them all,
came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball.
Stewball was a race horse, and by the day he was mine,
he never drank water, he always drank wine.
(Joan Baez)
Writer: John Herald, Ralph C. Rinzler, Robert A. Yellin
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
It Aint Me Babe
Go away from my window
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong
To protect you and to defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it sure ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe
Move lightly from the ledge, babe
Move lightly on the ground
I'm not the one you want, babe
I will only let you down
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you
Someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you and maybe more
But it still ain't me, babe
No, no, no, no, it sure ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe
Go melt back into the night, babe
Everything inside here is made of stone
Well, there's nothing in here that's moving
And anyway I'm not alone
You say you're looking for someone
Pick you up every time you fall
Someone to gather flowers constantly
And come at the time you call
A lover for your life an' what more
But it still ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it sure ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe
Leave at your own chosen speed
I'm not the one you want, babe
I'm not the one you need
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong
To protect you and to defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door
But it ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it sure ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe
Move lightly from the ledge, babe
Move lightly on the ground
I'm not the one you want, babe
I will only let you down
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you
Someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you and maybe more
But it still ain't me, babe
No, no, no, no, it sure ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe
Go melt back into the night, babe
Everything inside here is made of stone
Well, there's nothing in here that's moving
And anyway I'm not alone
You say you're looking for someone
Pick you up every time you fall
Someone to gather flowers constantly
And come at the time you call
A lover for your life an' what more
But it still ain't me, babe
No, no, no, it sure ain't me, babe
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe
Writer: Bob Dylan
Copyright: Lyrics © AUDIAM, INC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © AUDIAM, INC, BMG Rights Management
The Death Of Queen Jane
(traditional)
Queen Jane lay in labor
For six weeks and more
The women grew weary
And the midwife gave o'er
King Henry, he was sent for
On horse back and speed
King Henry came to her
In the time of her need
Oh Henry, good King Henry
If that you do be
Please pierce my side open
And save my baby
Oh no Jane, good Queen Jane
That never could be
I'd lose my sweet flower
To save my baby
Queen Jane she turned over
She fell all in a swoon
Her side was pierced open
And the baby was found
How bright was the morning
How yellow was the moon
How costly the white robes
Queen Jane was wrapped in
King Henry he weeped
He wrung his hands 'til they're sore
The flower of England
Will never be no more
Queen Jane lay in labor
For six weeks and more
The women grew weary
And the midwife gave o'er
King Henry, he was sent for
On horse back and speed
King Henry came to her
In the time of her need
Oh Henry, good King Henry
If that you do be
Please pierce my side open
And save my baby
Oh no Jane, good Queen Jane
That never could be
I'd lose my sweet flower
To save my baby
Queen Jane she turned over
She fell all in a swoon
Her side was pierced open
And the baby was found
How bright was the morning
How yellow was the moon
How costly the white robes
Queen Jane was wrapped in
King Henry he weeped
He wrung his hands 'til they're sore
The flower of England
Will never be no more
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Bachianas Brasileiras No. 5: Aria
Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!
Surge no infinito a lua docemente
Enfeitando a tarde, qual meiga donzela
Que se apresta e a linda sonhadoramente
Em anseios d'alma para ficar bela
Grita ao céu e a terra toda a Natureza!
Cala a passarada aos seus tristes queixumes
E reflete o mar toda a Sua riqueza...
Suave a luz da lua desperta agora
A cruel saudade que ri e chora!
Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!
Surge no infinito a lua docemente
Enfeitando a tarde, qual meiga donzela
Que se apresta e a linda sonhadoramente
Em anseios d'alma para ficar bela
Grita ao céu e a terra toda a Natureza!
Cala a passarada aos seus tristes queixumes
E reflete o mar toda a Sua riqueza...
Suave a luz da lua desperta agora
A cruel saudade que ri e chora!
Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente
Sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Go Way From My Window
(J. J. Niles)
Go away from my window
Go away from my door
Go away way from my bedside
And bother me no more
And bother me no more
I'll go tell all of my brothers
I'll go tell my shipmates too
The reason that my heart is broke
Is on account of you
Is on account of you
I'll give you back your letter
I'll give you back you ring
And I won't forget my own true love
As long as song birds sing
As long as song birds sing
Go away from my window
Go away from my door
Go away way from my bedside
And bother me no more
And bother me no more
I'll tell all of my brothers
I'll tell my shipmates too
The reason that my heart is broke
Is on account of you
Is on account of you
Go away from my window
Go away from my door
Go away way from my bedside
And bother me no more
And bother me no more
I'll go tell all of my brothers
I'll go tell my shipmates too
The reason that my heart is broke
Is on account of you
Is on account of you
I'll give you back your letter
I'll give you back you ring
And I won't forget my own true love
As long as song birds sing
As long as song birds sing
Go away from my window
Go away from my door
Go away way from my bedside
And bother me no more
And bother me no more
I'll tell all of my brothers
I'll tell my shipmates too
The reason that my heart is broke
Is on account of you
Is on account of you
Writer: PUBLIC DOMAIN, JOHN JACOB NILES
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION
I Still Miss Someone
(J. Cash, R. Cash)
At my door the leaves are falling
The cold wild wind will come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone
I go out to wild the parties
And look for a little fun
But I find the darkened corner
'Cause I still miss someone
Though I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry for
For leaving what we had begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
Though I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry for
For leaving what we had begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
At my door the leaves are falling
The cold wild wind will come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone
I go out to wild the parties
And look for a little fun
But I find the darkened corner
'Cause I still miss someone
Though I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry for
For leaving what we had begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
Though I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry for
For leaving what we had begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone
Writer: CARL PERKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
When You Hear Them Cuckoos Hollerin
(traditional)
[Chorus:]
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
Sign of rain, buddy, it'ss a sign of rain
Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby
Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby
Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby
Ain't comin' home, buddy, and I ain't comin' home
[Chorus]
When you hear them hoot owls callin'
When you hear them hoot owls callin'
When you hear them hoot owls callin'
Someone's dyin', whoa, somebody's dyin'
[Chorus]
[Chorus:]
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
When you hear them cuckoos hollerin'
Sign of rain, buddy, it'ss a sign of rain
Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby
Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby
Goin' up on the mountain, for to see my baby
Ain't comin' home, buddy, and I ain't comin' home
[Chorus]
When you hear them hoot owls callin'
When you hear them hoot owls callin'
When you hear them hoot owls callin'
Someone's dyin', whoa, somebody's dyin'
[Chorus]
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Birmingham Sunday
(R. Farina)
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun,
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one.
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew,
And Denise McNair brought the number to two.
The falcon of death was a creature they knew,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three.
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four.
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground.
And people all over the earth turned around.
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
The men in the forest they once asked of me,
How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea.
And I asked them right back with a tear in my eye.
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
And the choirs keep singing of Freedom.
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun,
And Addie Mae Collins, her number was one.
At an old Baptist church there was no need to run.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The clouds they were grey and the autumn winds blew,
And Denise McNair brought the number to two.
The falcon of death was a creature they knew,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom,
The church it was crowded, but no one could see
That Cynthia Wesley's dark number was three.
Her prayers and her feelings would shame you and me.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
Young Carol Robertson entered the door
And the number her killers had given was four.
She asked for a blessing but asked for no more,
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
On Birmingham Sunday a noise shook the ground.
And people all over the earth turned around.
For no one recalled a more cowardly sound.
And the choirs kept singing of Freedom.
The men in the forest they once asked of me,
How many black berries grew in the Blue Sea.
And I asked them right back with a tear in my eye.
How many dark ships in the forest?
The Sunday has come and the Sunday has gone.
And I can't do much more than to sing you a song.
I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong.
And the choirs keep singing of Freedom.
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
So Well Go No More A-Roving
So we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright
For the sword outwears the sheath
And the soul wears out the breast
And the heart must pause to breathe
And love itself must rest
Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Still we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon
So late into the night
Though the heart be still as loving
And the moon be still as bright
For the sword outwears the sheath
And the soul wears out the breast
And the heart must pause to breathe
And love itself must rest
Though the night was made for loving
And the day returns too soon
Still we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon
Writer: ANDREAS SCHNERMANN, GEORGE NOEL GORDON LORD BYRON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, KEISER PRODUCTIONS, INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, KEISER PRODUCTIONS, INC.
O' Cangaceiro
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
Eu te ensino a namorá lampião desceu a serra
Deu um baile da cangaceira
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
Eu te ensino a namorá lampião desceu a serra
Deu um baile da cangaceira
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
Eu te ensino a namorá lampião desceu a serra
Deu um baile da cangaceira
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Tu me ensina a fazer renda
Eu te ensino a namorá lampião desceu a serra
Deu um baile da cangaceira
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Olé, mulher rendeira olé, mulhé rendá
Writer: DICK FELLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
The Unquiet Grave
(traditional)
Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently drops the rain.
I've never had but one true love,
And in green-wood he lies slain.
I'll do as much for my true love,
As any young girl may,
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave,
For twelve months and a day.
And when twelve months and a day was passed,
The ghost did rise and speak,
"Why sittest thou all on my grave
And will no let me sleep?"
"Go fetch me water from the desert,
And blood from out the stone,
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man never has known."
"How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart,
Where we were want to walk,
The fairest flower that e'er I saw
Has withered to a stalk."
"A stalk has withered and dead, sweetheart,
The flower will never return,
And since I've lost my own true love,
What can I do but yearn."
"When will we meet again, sweetheart,
When will we meet again?"
"When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again."
Cold blows the wind to my true love,
And gently drops the rain.
I've never had but one true love,
And in green-wood he lies slain.
I'll do as much for my true love,
As any young girl may,
I'll sit and mourn all on his grave,
For twelve months and a day.
And when twelve months and a day was passed,
The ghost did rise and speak,
"Why sittest thou all on my grave
And will no let me sleep?"
"Go fetch me water from the desert,
And blood from out the stone,
Go fetch me milk from a fair maid's breast
That young man never has known."
"How oft on yonder grave, sweetheart,
Where we were want to walk,
The fairest flower that e'er I saw
Has withered to a stalk."
"A stalk has withered and dead, sweetheart,
The flower will never return,
And since I've lost my own true love,
What can I do but yearn."
"When will we meet again, sweetheart,
When will we meet again?"
"When the autumn leaves that fall from the trees
Are green and spring up again."
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Joan Baez/5 is the fifth solo album and third studio album by American folk singer Joan Baez, released in October 1964. It peaked at number 12 on the Billboard 200 chart.
The single "There But for Fortune" reached number 50 on the Billboard Hot 100 in the U.S. and became a top-ten single in the UK.
Performed By:
Joan BaezThe single "There But for Fortune" reached number 50 on the Billboard Hot 100 in the U.S. and became a top-ten single in the UK.
Genre(s): Folk
Released: October 1st, 1964
Year: 1964