It says here that the Unions will never learn. It says here that the economy is on the upturn. And it says here we should be proud. That we are free. And our free press reflects our democracy.
Digging all day and digging all night. To keep my foxhole out of sight. Digging into dinner on a plate on my knees. The smell of damp webbing in the morning breeze.
Ingrid Bergman, Ingrid Bergman. Let's go make a picture. On the island of Stromboli. Ingrid Bergman. . Ingrid Bergman, you're so pretty. You'd make any mountain quiver.
Walking out together. All along the shore. Arm in arm beneath the cliffs that tower above us. We hear the breakers roar. . Here we found each other. Here we made our home.
When one voice rules the nation. Just because they're on top of the pile. Doesn't mean their vision is the clearest. The voices of the people. Are falling on deaf ears.
I was born at half past twelve, almost one in the morning. I was born at half past one, almost two in the morning. Now my birthday comes again and I don't know how old I am.
If you want to make the weather. Then you have to take the blame. If sometimes dark clouds fill the sky. And it starts to rain, folks complain. . And though your head may tell you.
I guess I planted some long lonesome seed of a song. Way down inside me long ago. And now I can't remember when it was. But it joined up with the rest of them and grows.
I dreamed I saw Phil Ochs last night. Alive as you and me. Says I to Phil "you're ten years dead". "I never died" says he. "I never died" says he. . The music business killed you Phil.
What was that bang. It was the next big thing. Exploding over our heads. And soon the next generation. Will emerge from behind the bike sheds. What are we going to offer 'em.
You see a rainbow. I see a dark cloud. You see your new friends. And I see a bad crowd. . I almost killed you. Nearly killed you. Almost killed you with my love.
I ain't got no home, I'm just a-roamin' 'round,. Just a wandrin' worker, I go from town to town.. And the police make it hard wherever I may go. And I ain't got no home in this world anymore..
It seems like a lifetime since I saw you. Lover lover I've been away too long. When I see lovers holdings hands and sighing. I hang my head for shame of doing wrong.
It seems like a lifetime since I saw you. Lover lover I've been away too long. When I see lovers holdings hands and sighing. I hang my head for shame of doing wrong.
I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. . by N/A. I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus. I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus. I did I did. . I Saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus, (Santa, Santa).
My name is Jan the gypsy I travel the land. There are no chains about me I am, me own man. I can tell a fair old story which I'm sure ain't no surprise.
Oh, it's like a storm at sea. And everything is lost. And the fretful sailors calling out their woes. As to the waves they're tossed. . Oh, they are all gentlemen.
Nurse:. . It's a boy Mrs. Walker it's a boy.. It's a boy Mrs. Walker it's a boy.. . Chorus:. . A son! A son! A son!.
Now I've been an engine driver all of my days,. That's the only thing I can do.. I hold a good head of steam everywhere that I'm seen,. Wherever my wheels rolled through,.
Go 'way 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.