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"If You Were A Carpenter"
(originally by Tim Hardin)

"If You Were A Carpenter"
(originally by Tim Hardin)



If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
If a tinker were your trade, would you still find me
Carrying the pots you made, following behind me?

See my love through loneliness
See my love for sorrow
I've given you my onlyness,
Come give me your tomorrow

If you worked your hands in wood, would you still love me?
Answer me, Yes I would, I'd put you above me"
And if you were a miller, had a mill-wheel grinding,
Would you see it written on my face? I'm here for the finding.

See my love through loneliness
See my love for sorrow
I've given you my onlyness,
Come give me your tomorrow

If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
Would you marry me anyway? would you have my baby?
 
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"Imagine"

"Imagine"


Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living in peace

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed nor hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will live as one
 
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"In Guernica"

"In Guernica"


In Guernica the dead children were layed out in order on the sidewalk
In their white starched dresses
In their pitiful white dresses
On their foreheads and breasts the little round holes where death came in as thunder while they were playing their important summer games
Do not weep for them, Madre
They are gone forever, the little ones
Straight to heaven to the saints
And God will fill the bullet holes with candy
 
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"In The Morning Light"

"In The Morning Light"


Well there you stand
A figure at my door
And shadows fall
On those that are no more
And each time I love and take the fall
Then like the sun I rise above it all

In the morning light
In the morning light
Yes now's the time
The time I shed my tears
And now's the time
The time I know my fears
Now's the time
The time I feel the years
But come on in
The wind is on your heels

In the morning light
In the morning light
Let us now lay down the fight
Let us now make all things right
At the closing of the night
In the morning light
In the morning light
In the morning light

My room is small
The curtains are of gold
And down below
The Paris streets are cold
Here in my room I've loved a thousand times
Well, seriously, I've sung a thousand rhymes

In the morning light
In the morning light
Let us now lay down the fight
Let us now make all things right
Standing at the edge of night
In the morning light
In the morning light
In the morning light
 
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"In The Pines"

"In The Pines"


In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows
My love, my love, what have I done
To make you treat me so
You've caused me to weep, you've caused me to mourn
You've caused me to leave my home

In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows

The longest train I ever saw
Went down that Georgia Line
The engine passed at six o'clock
The caboose went by at nine

In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows

I asked my captain for the time of day
He said he throwed his watch away

In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
And you shiver when the cold wind blows
Hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
 
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"In The Quiet Morning"

"In The Quiet Morning"


In the quiet morning
There was much despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
Tossed by the tides of misfortune
Barely here to tell her tale
Rolled in on a sea of disaster
Rolled out on a mainline rail

She once walked right at my side
I'm sure she walked by you
Her striding steps could not deny
Torment from a child who knew

That in the quiet morning
There would be despair
And in the hours that followed
No one could repair

That poor girl
She cried out her song so loud
It was heard the whole world round
A symphony of violence
The great southwest unbound

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 La La
 
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"Isaac & Abraham"

"Isaac & Abraham"


Hard times, hard times in Canaan land
Trouble in the mind of a man
A voice came whispering softly to him
Go offer, offer up the lamb

Abraham took his only son
High up on a hill
His test of faith had finally come
As the wind, the wind begin to chill

Cold steel, cold steel in the father's hand
Tears falling from the sky
The angels, the angels did not understand
Why the righteous, the righteous boy should die

Then Abraham most mysteriously
Laid down that deadly knife
Said "My darlin' son, I wish I was the one
Who spared you, spared your precious life"

Oh Isaac
The light of all your days
Will shine upon this mountain high
And never, never fade away
And never fade away
 
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"Island In The Sun"

"Island In The Sun"


This is my island in the sun
Where my people have
Toiled since time begun
I may sail on many a sea
Her shores will always be home to me
Oh island in the sun
Built to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest waters
Your shining sand
As morning breaks
The heaven on high
I lift my heavy load to the sky
Sun comes down with a burning glow
Mingles my sweat with the earthly low
Oh island in the sun
Built to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest waters
Your shining sand

I see woman on bended knee
Cutting cane for her family
I see man at the water-side
Casting nets at the surfing tide
Oh island in the sun
Built to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest waters
Your shining sand
I hope the day will never come
That I can't awake to
The sound of drum
Never let me miss carnaval
With calypso songs
Philosophical.
Oh island in the sun
Built to me by my father's hand
All my days I will sing in praise
Of your forest waters
Your shining sand
 
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"It Ain't Me Babe"

"It Ain't 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 looking for someone, never weak but always strong,
To protect you and 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 ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're looking for, babe.
Go lightly from the ledge, babe, go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe, I will only let you down.
You say you're looking 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 more.
[CHORUS]
Go, melt back in the night, babe, everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving, and anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone,
Who'll pick you up each time you fall.
To gather flowers constantly, and to come each time you call.
A love of your life and nothing more.
[CHORUS]
 
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"It's All Over Now, Baby Blue"

"It's All Over Now, Baby Blue"


You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind you, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue
Oh, it's all over now, Baby Blue.
 
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