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CWW Songbook

We were all born to sing. Whether they are sitting around the glow of a campfire or gathered together in our wooded amphitheater, our campers and staff love to belt out tunes, some of which we have been singing for decades. Can’t sing? No problem! It just doesn’t matter at CWW, as we sing loudly together to help foster our sense of community. When all of our campers know the same songs, they feel connected to each other and know they are a part of something bigger than themselves. At CWW, we sing songs that are fun, upbeat, harmonious or inspiring. Most of all, the songs are easy to sing and remember.

American Pie

-Don McLean

A long long time ago,
I can still remember how,
That music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance,
And maybe they’d be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver,
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So . . .

Chorus:
Bye, bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye
SingingThis’ll be the day that I die,
This’ll be the day that I die.”

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above?
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock and roll;
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
I know that you’re in love with him;
‘Cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes;
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck.
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
I started singing . . .

Chorus

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own,
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone.
But that’s not how it used to be,
When the jester sang for the king and queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean,
And a voice that came from you and me.
And while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned,
No verdict was returned.
And while Lenin read a book on Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark,
The day the music died.
We were singing . . .

Chorus

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter;
The birds flew off to a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
Landed flat on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
The halftime air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
But we never got a chance.
When the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed,
The day the music died?
We started singing . . .

Chorus

And there we were, all in one place,
A generation lost in space,
With no time left to start again.
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.
Jack flash sat on a candlestick,
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
And as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Satan laughing in delight,
The day the music died.
He was singing . . .

Chorus

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before.
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.
And in the streets the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken.
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most —
The father, son, and the holy ghost —
They caught the last train for the coast,
The day the music died.
They were singing . . .

Chorus


Blowin' In the Wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before they call him a man
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they are forever banned
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free
How many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just don’t see
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
How many years must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind


Cat’s in the Cradle

Harry Chapin

A child arrived just the other day,
came to the world in the usual way,
But there were planes to catch
and bills to pay, he learned to walk while I was away
He was talking before I knew it and as he grew
he said I’m going to be like you Dad,
you know I’m going to be like you.

Chorus:
And the cat’s in the cradle,
and the silver spoon, Little Boy Blue,
and the Man in the Moon,
When you coming home son, I don’t know when
We’ll get together then, you know we’ll have a good time then.

My son turned 10 just the other day,
Said thanks for the ball now c’mon let’s play
Will you teach me to throw, I said not today,
I’ve got a lot to do, he said that’s ok
And he walked away and he smiled and he said
You know I’m going to be like you, Dad,
you know I’m going to be like you.

Chorus.

He came from college just the other day,
so much like a man I just had to say,
I’m proud of you, won’t you sit for a while
He shook his head and said with a smile,
What I’m feeling like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
See you later can I have them please.

Chorus.

I’ve long since retired and my son’s moved away
I called him up just the other day
I’d like to see you, if you don’t mind
He said I’d love to Dad, if I could find the time
You see my new job’s a hassle and the kids have the flu
But it’s sure nice talking you Dad, it’s been real nice talking to you.
And as I hung up the phone it occured to me
He’d grown up just like me, my boy was just like me.

Chorus twice.


Day Is Done

Tell me why you are crying, my son
Are you frightened like most everyone
Is it the thunder in the distance you hear
Will it help if I stay very near, I am here

CHORUS:
And if you take my hand, my son,
All will be well when the day is done
And if you take my hand, my son
All will be well when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done
Day is done, when the day is done
Day is done

So you ask why I’m sighing, my son
You must inherit what mankind has done
In this world full of sorrow and woe
If you ask me why this is so, I don’t know

CHORUS

Why are you smiling, my son
Is there a secret you can tell everyone
Do you know more than men that are wise
Can you see what we all must disguise, through your loving eyes

CHORUS


Dona Dona

(Original Yiddish words by Aaron Zeitlin and Shalom Secunda;
English translation by Arthur Kevess and Teddi Schwartz)

On a wagon bound for market
There’s a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there’s a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky.

How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer’s night.

Dona dona dona dona
Dona dona dona down
Dona dona dona dona
Dona dona dona down

Stop complaining,” said the farmer,
Who told you a calf to be”
Why don’t you have wings to fly away
Like the swallow so proud and free?”

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
Like the swallow must learn to fly


Done Stayed Around

CHORUS:
Done stayed around, done played around this old town too long.
Summer’s almost gone and winter’s coming on.
Done stayed around, done played around this old town too long.
And I feel like I’ve gotta travel on.

There’s a lonesome freight at 6:08 comin’ after me,
comin’ after me, oh coming after me.
There’s a lonesome freight at 6:08 comin’ after me,
and I feel like I aughta travel on.

CHORUS

The chilly wind will soon begin and I’ll be on my way
I’ll be on my way, yes I’ll be on my way.
The chilly wind will soon begin and I’ll e on my way,
’cause I feel like I gotta travel on.


Father and Son

by Cat Stevens

It’s not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You’re still young, that’s your fault,
There’s so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I’m happy.

I was once like you are now, and I know that it’s not easy,
To be calm when you’ve found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you’ve got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It’s always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

It’s not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You’re still young, that’s your fault,
There’s so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I’m happy.

All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It’s hard, but it’s harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I’d agree, but it’s them you know not me.
Now there’s a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.


Get Together

Love is but a song we sing
Here’s the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or maybe angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
You may not know why

CHORUS:
C’mon people now, smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Got to love one another right now

If you here the song we sing
You will understand
You hold the key to love and fear
Hold in you trembling hand
Just one key unlocks them both
It’s there at your command

CHORUS


Goodnight Irene

CHORUS:
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight.
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene, I’ll see you in my dreams

Last Saturday night I got married, now me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted, I think I’ll take a little stroll downtown.

CHORUS

Stop your ramblin’, stop your gamblin’,
Stop staying out late at night.
Go home to your wife and family, and sit by the fireside right.

CHORUS

Sometimes I live in the country, sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I take a great notion, to jump into the river and drown.

CHORUS

I asked your mother for you, she told me you was too young
I wished to God I’d never seen your face, I’s sorry you was ever born

CHORUS

I love Irene, God knows I do, I’ll love her til the seas run dry
And if Irene turns her back on me, I’d take morphine and die

CHORUS

You cause me to weep, you cause me to mourn, you cause me to leave my home
But the very last words I heard her say wasPlease sing me one more song”

CHORUS


Green Mountain Boys

Oh those green mountain boys came down down down
down from those green green hills
for the sake of their freedom, their only only joy
they came down from those green green hills

oh those green green hills were covered all in snow
and those green green glens were cold
but for Allen and his boys was the finest time to go,
every tree was a friend of old.

Oh Vermont, oh Vermont is a land where man is just a man,
no matter his name or creed (or sex).
That’s why those green mountain boys came down down down,
down from their green green hills.


If I Had a Hammer

If I had a hammer, I’d hammer in the morning,
I’d hammer in the evening, all over this land;
I’d hammer out danger, I’d hammer out warning,
I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All – over this land.

If I had a bell, I’d ring it in the morning,
I’d ring it in the evening, all over this land;
I’d ring out danger, I’d ring out warning,
I’d ring out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All – over this land.

If I had a song, I’d sing it in the morning,
I’d sing it in the evening, all over this land;
I’d sing out danger, I’d sing out warning,
I’d sing out love between my brothers and my sisters,
All – over this land.

Well, I got a hammer, And I got a bell,
And I got a song to sing, all over this land;
It’s the hammer of justice, It’s the bell of freedom,
It’s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters,
All – over this land.
It’s the hammer of justice, It’s the bell of freedom,
It’s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters,
All – over this land.


Joe Hill

Alfred Hayes and Earl Robinson

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night alive as you and me.
Said I,But Joe, you’re ten years dead”,
I never died”, said he.
I never died”, said he.

In Salt Lake, Joe”, I said to him standing by my bed,
they framed you on a murder charge.”
Says Joe:But I ain’t dead!” (2x)

The Cooper Bosses shot you, Joe, they killed you, Joe”, says I.
Takes more than guns to kill a man”, says Joe,I didn’t die!”

And standing there as big as life and smiling with his eyes,
Joe says:What they could never kill went on to organize.”

Joe Hill ain’t dead”, he says to me,Joe Hill ain’t never died,
when workers strike and organize Joe Hill is by their side.”

From San Diego up to Maine in every mine and mill,
where workers stand up for their rights,
it’s there you’ll find Joe Hill.

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night alive as you and me.
Said I,But Joe, you’re ten years dead”,”I never died”, said he.


K-K-K-Katy

K-k-k-katy, beautiful Katy
you’re the only g-g-g-girl that I adore.
When the m-m-moon shines over the cow-shed,
I’ll be waiting at your k-k-k-kitchen door.


Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream

Last night I had the strangest dream I’d ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed to put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room, filled with woman and men
And the paper they were signing said they’d never fight again

And when the paper was all signed and a million copies made
They all joined hands and bowed their heads and grateful prayers were prayed
And the people in the streets below were dancing round and round
While swords and guns and uniforms were scattered on the ground


Leaving on a Jet Plane

All my bags are packed; I’m ready to go.
I’m standing here outside your door.
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breakin’; it’s early morn’.
The taxi’s waitin’; he’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome I could cry.

CHORUS
So kiss me and smile for me;
Tell me that you’ll wait for me;
Hold me like you’ll never let me go.
‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane,
Don’t know when I’ll be back again.
Oh, babe, I hate to go.

There’s so many time I’ve let you down,
So many times I’ve played around.
I tell you now, they don’t mean a thing.
Every place I go, I’ll think of you;
Every song I sing, I’ll sing for you.
When I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring.

CHORUS

Now the time has come to leave you.
One more time, let me kiss you.
Close your eyes, I’ll be on my way.
Dream about the days to come,
When I won’t have to leave alone,
About the time I won’t have to say:

CHORUS


Lonesome Traveler

I am a weary and a lonesome traveler (3x)
And I’m a-travelin’ on.

I traveled cold and then I traveled hungry (3x)
And I’m a-travelin’ on.

I traveled with the rich man and traveled with the poor man (3x)
And I’m a-travelin’ on.

Gonna keep on a-travelin’ on the road to freedom (3x)
And I’m a-travelin’ on.

One of these days I’m gonna stop all my travelin (3x)
And I’m a-travelin’ on.


Malaika

Malaika, nakupenda Malaika.
Malaika, nakupenda Malaika.
Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio,
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
Ningekuoa Malaika.
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
Ningekuoa Malaika.

Pesa zasumbua roho yangu
Pesa zasumbua roho yangu
Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio,
Ningekuoa Malaika.
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
Ningekuoa Malaika.

Kidege, hukuwaza kidege.
Kidege, hukuwaza kidege.
Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio,
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
Ningekuoa kidege.
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
Ningekuoa kidege.


Must I Then

Must I then, must I then to the city away
City away while you my love stay here.
When I come, when I come, when I come back again
Come back again, I’ll return to you my dear.

I cannot always be with you, though you are my only joy.
When I come, when I come, when I come back again
Come back again, I’ll return to you my dear.


O Freedom

O Freedom, O Freedom
O Freedom over me!
And before I’ll be a slave I’ll be buried in my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free.

No more killing (3x) over me …
No more fear …
No more hunger …

They’ll be joy …
They’ll be singing …
They’ll be peace …


Ol' Texas

I’m going to leave old Texas now
They’ve got no use for the long-horned cow
They’ve plowed and fenced my cattle range
And the people there are all so strange

I’ll take my horse and I’ll take my rope
And I’ll hit the trail upon a lope
I’ll bid farewell to the Alamo
And I’ll hit the trail for Mexico


Passin' Through

I saw Adam leave that garden with an apple in his hand
I saidNow you’re out what are you gonna do?”
Plant my crop’nd pray for rain,
Maybe raise a little Cain
I’m an orphan and I’m only passin’ through”

CHORUS

Passin’ through, passin’ through,
Sometimes happy sometimes blue
Glad that I ran into you,
Tell the people that you saw me passin’ through.

I shivered next to Washington that night at Valley Forge
I said Why must men suffer like they do?”
He said Men must suffer, fight,
Even die for what is right
We’re all brothers and we’re only passin’ through

CHORUS

I was by Franklin Roosevelt’s side just a while before he died
He saidone world must come of World War Two.”
He saidYankee, Russian, white or tan
Lord a man is just a man
We’re all people and we’re only passin’ through

CHORUS

Was with Martin Luther King and I heard the people sing,
We shall overcome” is what I heard them say,
Now the man is dead and gone, but the dream he had lives on:
We’re all brothers and we’re only passin’ through.

CHORUS

(additional verse by Dick Blakeslee):

Ghandi spoke of freedom one night, I saidMan we’ve got to fight”
He saidYes but loves the weapon we must use
For with killing no one wins, it’s with love that peace begins
It takes courage when you’re only passing through


Purple Lilacs

I wanna wake up in the morning
where the purple lilacs grow
where the sun comes a-peepin’
into where I’m sleepin’
and the song bird sayshello” … hello

I wanna wander through the wildwoods
where the fragrant breezes blow
and drift back
to New Hampshire
where the purple lilacs grow.


Puttin' On the Style

CHORUS

Puttin’ on the agony, puttin’ on the style,
That’s what all the young folks are doing all the while.
And as I look around me I’m very apt to smile,
To see so many people puttin’ on the style.

Sweet 16 she goes to church, just to see the boys,
Laughs and giggles at every little noise.
She turns this way a little, she turns this way a while,
But we know she’s only puttin’ on the style.

CHORUS

Young man home from college, driving like he’s mad,
With a pair of horses he borrowed from his dad.
He cracks his whip so loudly, just to see the ladies smile.
But everyone knows he’s only puttin’ on the style.

CHORUS

Old man in a carriage, smokes a dirty pipe.
Looking like a pumpkin that’s only half-way ripe.
A-drinkin’, smokin’, chewin’ and thinking all the while,
That there’s nothing equal to puttin’ on the style.

CHORUS

Preacher in a pulpit, shouts with all his might:
Glory Hallelujah!”, puts people in a fright.
Now you may think it’s Satan, up and down the aisles,
But it’s just a preacher puttin’ on the style.

CHORUS

(additional verses):

Young man just from college makes a big display
With a great big jawbreak which he can hardly say
It can’t be found in Webster’s and won’t be for a while
But everyone knows he’s only puttin’ on the style

Movie star in Holywood by the swimming pool
Never gets her feet wet, that lady ain’t know fool
Sittin in a bathing suit, dark glasses and a smile
She don’t know that we know she’s puttin’ on the style

See the young executive in his charcoal gray
Talking with some union men who’ve come to have their say
Sitting at his office desk and wearing a toothpaste smile
But that’s just the executive puttin’ on the style

Congressman from Washington, looking mighty slick
Wants to get elected and go back there right quick
Beats his breast and hollers and waves the flag awhile
But we know he’s only puttin’ on the style


Sloop John B

We come on the sloop John B, my grandfather and me,
around Nassau town we did roam
Drinking all night, got into a fight,
well I feel so broke up, I want to go home..

So hoist up the John B’s sail, see how the mainsail sets,
call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home…I wanna go home, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home

The first mate he got drunk, and broke in the Cap’n’s trunk
The constable had to come and take him away
Sheriff John Stone, why don’t you leave me alone, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up I wanna go home

So hoist up the John B’s sail, see how the mainsail sets,
call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home…I wanna go home, yeah yeah
Well I feel so broke up, I wanna go home

The poor cook he caught the fits, and threw away all my grits
And then he took and he ate up all of my corn
Let me go home, why don’t they let me go home
This is the worst trip I’ve ever been on.

So hoist up the John B’s sail, see how the mainsail sets,
call for the Captain ashore
Let me go home, let me go home, I wanna go home, let me go home
Why don’t you let me go home?


Streets of London

Ralph McTell

Have you seen the old man in the closed down market
Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely by his side,
yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s news

How can you tell me you’re lonely
And say, for you, that the sun don’t shine
Let me take you by the hand
And lead you through the streets of London
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old gal who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags
She’s no time for talkin, she just keeps right on walkin
Carryin her home in two carrier bags

In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup
Each tea lasts an hour and he goes home alone

Have you seen the old man outside the seaman’s mission
Memory fading like the ribbons that he wears
In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero in a world that doesn’t care


Sweet & Lonely

(Soloway)

I loved you my sweet & lonely stranger of a dream,
I held your hands but I couldn’t share your soul.
And if a time should come again for kissing in the hall,
We meet as though we never left at all.

CHORUS:
So goodbye my sweet & lonely, things are not the same.
I have loved you but affection’s bound to change.
So don’t cry my sweet & lonely, things are the same
I have loved you but affection’s bound to change.

As the sailing boats go by the dock and out to sea
Everything came once of what’s untrue
You and I played little games that never seemed to rate
And we never seemed to know what we’ve been through

CHORUS

And if I ever see you and the love comes back again
We’ll walk together slowly towards the setting sun
But now I won’t walk with you while the wind blows clear and strong
No I’ll just keep on going, keep on going til I’m gone.

CHORUS


Take Me Home, Country Roads

John Denver

Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue ridge mountains, Shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

All my memories, gather round her
Modest lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

I hear her voice in the morning hour she calls me
Radio reminds me of my home far away
Driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia
Mountain mamma, take me home
Country roads

Take me home, down country roads
Take me home, down country roads

The Boxer

I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know

Lie la lie …

Asking only workman’s wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Lie la lie …

Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains

Lie la lie …


The Circle Game

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar.
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star.

Then the child grew ten times ’round the seasons
Skated over ten clear, frozen streams
Words likewhen you’re older” must appease him.
And promises of someday make his dreams.

CHORUS
And the seasons, they go ’round and ’round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We’re captive on the carousel of time.
We can’t return, we can only look
Behind from where we came.
And go ’round and ’round and ’round in the circle game

Sixteen Springs and sixteen Summers gone now
Cartwheels lost to cartwheels through the town
And they tell him,Take your time, it won’t be long now
Till you drag you heels to slow the circles down.

So the boy who dreamed tomorrow now is 20.
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true.
There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty.
Before the last revolving year is through.

CHORUS


The Golden Vanity

There was a ship that sailed upon the Lowland sea
And the name of that ship was the Golden Vanity
And we feared she would be taken by the Spanish enemy
As we sailed upon the Lowland, Lowland, Low
We sailed upon the Lowland sea.

Then up spoke our cabin boy and boldly outspoke he
And he said to our captainWhat will you give to me
If I swim alongside of the Spanish enemy
And sink her in the Lowland, Lowland, Low
And sink her in the Lowland sea?”

O I will give you silver and I will give you gold
And my own fair young daughter, your bonny bride shall be
If you’ll swim alongside of the Spanish enemy
And sink her in the Lowland, Lowland, Low
And sink her in the Lowland sea.

Then the boy he made him ready and overboard sprang he
And he swam alongside of the Spanish enemy
And with his brace and auger in her side he bored holes 3
And sank her in the Lowland, Lowland, Low
And sank her in the Lowland sea.

Then quickly he swam back to the cheering of the crew
But the captain would not heed him, for his promise he did rue
And he scorned his poor entreatings when loudly he did sue
And left him in the Lowland, Lowland, Low
And left him in the Lowland sea.

Then roundabout he turned and swam to the port side
And up unto his messmates full bitterly he cried
O messmates, draw me up, for I’m drifting with the tide
And I’m sinking in the Lowland, Lowland, Low
I’m sinking in the Lowland sea”


The Lion Sleeps Tonight

From Rhythm of the Pride Lands
Written by: George David Weiss, Hugo Peretto and Luigi Creatore

{English translations of Swahili follow each line}

Lala Kahle
(Sleep well)
In the jungle,
the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle,
the mighty jungle
The lion Sleeps tonight

[Chorus:]
Imbube

Ingonyama ifile
(The lion’s in peace)
Ingonyama ilele
(The lion sleeps)
Thula
(Hush)

Near the village,
the peacefull village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village,
the peacefull village
The lion sleeps tonight

CHORUS

Ingonyama ilele
(The lion sleeps)

Hush my darling,
don’t fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight
Hush my darling,
don’t fear my darling
The lion sleeps tonight

[Chant:]
He, ha helelemama
ohi’mbube
(He, ha helelemama – lion)

CHORUS

Ixesha lifikile
(Time has come)
Lala
(Sleep)
Lala kahle
(Sleep well)

Near the village,
the peacefull village
The lion sleeps tonight
Near the village,
the peacefull village
The Lion sleeps tonight

CHORUS

My little darling
Don’t fear my little darling
My little darling
Don’t fear my little darling

Ingonyama ilele
(The lion sleeps)


This Land Is Your Land

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island,
From the redwood forest to the gulf stream water,
This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway,
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me.

CHORUS

I roamed and I rambled and I followed my footsteps
O’er the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts,
While all around me a voice was sounding, saying
This land was made for you and me.

CHORUS

In the squares of the city, in the shadow of the steeple
In the relief office, I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry I stood there asking,
–Is this land made for you and me?

As I went walking, I saw a sign there;
On the sign it said NO TRESPASSING,
But on the other side it didn’t say nothing–
That side was made for you and me!

(Canadian chorus:
This land is your land …
From Bonavista to Vancouver Island
From the Arctic Circle to the Great Lake Waters
This land …)


Wagon Wheel

Dairus Rucker

Heading down south to the land of the pines
I’m thumbing my way into North Caroline
Staring up the road and pray to God I see headlights
I made it down the coast in seventeen hours
Picking me a bouquet of dogwood flowers
And I’m a-hopin’ for Raleigh, I can see my baby tonight

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma rock me

I’m running from the cold up in New England
I was born to be a fiddler in an old time string band
My baby plays a guitar, I pick a banjo now
Oh, north country winters keep a-getting me down
Lost my money playing poker so I had to leave town
But I ain’t turning back to living that old life no more

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me
Hey, rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, momma rock me

Walkin’ to the south out of Roanoke
Caught a trucker out of Philly had a nice long toke
But he’s a heading west from the Cumberland gap
To Johnson City, Tennessee
And I gotta get a move on before the sun
I hear my baby calling my name and I know that she’s the only one
And if I die in Raleigh at least I will die free

So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me
Oh, rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey momma rock me

Oh, so rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Rock me momma any way you feel
Hey, momma rock me (mama rock me, mama rock me)
Rock me momma like the wind and the rain
Rock me momma like a south bound train
Hey, ey yeah momma rock me (you can rock me, rock me)


Walking at Night

Walking at night, along the meadow way.
Home from the dance, beside my maiden gay.
Walking at night, along the meadow way.
Home from the dance, beside my maiden gay, HEY!

CHORUS:
Stodily, stodily, stodily pumpa.
Stodily pumpa, stodily pumpa.
Stodily, stodily, stodily pumpa.
Stodily pumpa, pump-ump-ump.

Nearing the woods, we heard the nightingale.
Sweetly she helped me tell my begging tale.
Nearing the woods, we heard the nightingale.
Sweetly she helped me tell my begging tale, HEY!

CHORUS

Many the stars, that brightly shone above.
But none so bright as her one word of love.
Many the stars, that brightly shone above.
But none so bright as her one word of love, HEY!

CHORUS


Waltzing Matilda

Banjo Patterson

Once a jolly swagman sat beside the billabong,
Under the shade of a coulibah tree,
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Down came a jumbuck to drink beside the billabong
Up jumped the swagman and seized him with glee
And he sang as he tucked jumbuck in his tuckerbag
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Down came the stockman, riding on his thoroughbred,
Down came the troopers, one, two, three.
Where’s the jolly jumbuck you’ve got in your tuckerbag?
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me

Waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me
And he sang as he sat and waited by the billabong
You’ll come a waltzing matilda with me.

Up jumped the swagman and plunged into the billabong,
You’ll never catch me alive,” cried he
And his ghost may be heard as you ride beside the billabong,
You’ll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.


When the Saints Swing Low I Wanna Sing

O when the saints go marching in
O when the saints go marching in
O how I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in

Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin’ for to carry me home

I wanna sing, sing, sing
I wanna shout, shout, shout
I wanna sing, I wanna shout, praise the Lord!
O when those gaits are open wide
I will sit by heaven’s side
I wanna sing, I wanna shout, praise the Lord


Where Have All the Flowers Gone

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Gone to young girls ev’ry one.
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?

… young girls
Gone to young men ev’ry one.

… young men
Gone to soldiers ev’ry one.

… soldiers
They’ve gone to graveyards ev’ry one.

… graveyards
They’re covered with flowers ev’ry one.

… flowers
Young girls have picked them ev’ry one.