: (Steve Earle) I believe in prophecy. Some folks see things not everybody can see. And,once in a while,they pass the secret along to you and me. And
: Well I recall his parting words Must I accept his fate? Or take myself far from this place I thought I heard a black bell toll A little bird did sing
: Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ashes You're covered in rain You're covered in babies, you're covered in slashes You're covered in
: (Eliza Gilkyson) Ooh.... Mother mary, full or grace, awaken, All our homes are gone, our loved ones taken, Taken by the sea, Mother mary calm our
: (Lloyd Stone/Georgia Harkness/Jean Sibelius) This is my song, O God of all the nations A song of peace, for lands afar & mine This is my home, the
: (Steve Earle) I was walkin' Walkin' down the Jericho road And every mile that I traveled showed And I'm walkin' down the Jericho road I just kept
: (A. Hayes, E. Robinson) I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "
: (Steve Earle) It's Christmastime in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans
: (B. Dylan) Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play
: (Steve Earle) I am a wanderer, feet on the ground, Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds. I own the star above some distant shore, Wandering
: (Natalie Merchant) Where in the hell can you go far from the things that you know Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about
: (V. Morrison, P. Moloney) I wished I had you in Carrickfergus, Only for nights in Ballygrand, I would swim over the deepest ocean, The deepest ocean
: (Traditional) There was a wealthy merchant, In London he did dwell He had a lovely daughter, The truth to you I'll tell Oh the truth to you I'll tell
: (Bob Dylan) Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron
: (Traditional, arranged and adapted by Joan Baez) If I had wings like Noah's dove I'd fly the river to the one I love Fare thee well, my honey, fare
: (Traditional) Don't sing love songs, you'll wake my mother She's sleeping here right by my side And in her right hand a silver dagger, She says that
: I got your letter today And I miss you all so much, here I can't wait to see you all And I'm counting the days, dear I still believe that there's gold
: (Greg Brown) It's another happy April To every happy fool. And you move through my dreams Like a trout moves through a pool. Sure I will do anything
