my mind Her rosy cheek, her ruby lips, they gave my heart no rest The name she bore was Flora, the Lily of the West I courted lovely Flora, she promised
. Her rosy cheek, her ruby lips, they gave my heart no rest. The name she bore was Flora, the lily of the west. I courted lovely Flora, she promised
Tradução: Peter, Paul \u0026amp; Mary. Flora.
Her rosy cheek, her ruby lips, they gave my heart no rest. The name she bore was Flora, the lily of the west. I courted lovely Flora, she promised ne
Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls have picked
Every flower's reachin' for the sun Every petal opens when the day has just begun Even in the city where they grow up through the street Every blossom
(Pete Seeger) Where have all the flowers gone, long time passing? Where have all the flowers gone, long time ago? Where have all the flowers gone? Young
(Stookey/Milstein/Yarrow) Every flower's reachin' for the sun Every petal opens when the day has just begun Even in the city where they grow up through
Tradução: Peter, Paul \u0026amp; Mary. ¿Dónde han ido todas las flores?.
Tradução: Peter, Paul \u0026amp; Mary. ¿Dónde han ido todas las flores.
Tradução: Peter, Paul \u0026amp; Mary. Cada flor.
to read He takes the bus home by himself Puts his lunch pail back upon the shelf And he hugs his Momma till she melts To the floor They're more than
(Steven Sher) Dodi li va-ani lo, ha-roeh Bashoshanium dodi li Mi zot ola min hamidbar Mi zot ola min hamidbar Dodi li va-ani lo, ha-roeh Bashoshanium
(Renshaw/Yarrow) They build bombs and aim their pistols in the shadow of the cross And they swear an oath of vengeance to the martyrs they have lost
(New words and music by Yarrow/Stookey/Travers) There was a ship that sailed all on the lowland sea And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity And
(Bob Dylan) 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
(Bob and Adrienne Claiborne) [Chorus:] Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners
