This following program is dedicated to the city and people of San Francisco. Who may not know it but they are beautiful. And so is their city this is a very personal song.
Love is a burnin' thing. And it makes a fiery ring. Bound by wild desire. I fell into your ring of fire. . I fell into that burnin' ring of fire. I went down, down, down.
Wait...For me....Dont ever give up,. On the heart that beats for you.... Wait...Even though your heart is filled with sorrow.. Dont give up the faith...Wait..
I want somebody to tell me, answer if you can. I want somebody to tell me, just what is the soul of a man (yea). . I'm going to ask a question, answer if you can.
The people came and listened. Some of them came and played. Others gave flowers away. Yes, they did. . Down in Monterey. Down in Monterey. . Young Gods smiled upon the crowd.
There's a staircase in my living room. And it leads to nowhere land. There are flowers growing from my wall. They lend a touching hand. . There are flowers that only I can touch.
I'll buy you a Chevrolet. I'll buy you a Chevrolet. I'll buy you a Chevrolet. . If you just give me some of your love, girl. Please give me some of your love, now.
Nobody ever held a gun to my head. when you and I jumped into bed. I was not forced to kneel and pray. to worship the temple between your legs. . Look at me now, I got a kingsize jones.
Girl have you ever been hungry. So hungry that you had no pride?. Well I got that feeling. That biting, gnawing deep inside. It's a funny pain. One I can't explain.
You said you was hurtin'. Said you almost lost your mind. Well, the man you love. He hurts you all the time. . When things go wrong. Go wrong with you, it hurts me too.
You know that, you had nothin' when I met you, baby. But look what you got now. Sometimes I wonder, did I make a mistake. When I brought you to the south.
Once upon a time there were five young guys. Hanging in and out of Newcastle. Playing Rhythm and Blues had nothing to lose. They didn't need no tin-pan hassle.
As I went out walkin'. One fine summer mornin'. The birds in the bushes. Did whistle and sing. The lads and the lasses. In couples were a-courtin'. Goin' back to the factory.
"Welcome Home". -Eric Bogle. . Now when the boys came home, Annie cried and Annie cheered. She'd been on her own for a long and lonely year. Living for his letters from far away Vietnam.
WEE DARK ENGINE ROOM. (G) C G7 C G / G C F G7 C / C G7 C F C G C G / C F C F C. In that wee dark engine room,. Where the chill seeps through your soul,.
Well, once jolly swagmen* went humping their swags. and stuffed jolly jumbucks* down in their tucker bags. These days, jolly junkies go on house-breaking jags.
"The Sign". -Eric Bogle. . In the summer of last year, in a city* far from here. That stands on the shores of the fair Pacific sea. I walked it's pleasant streets, no view in mind, no one to meet.
"SOMETHING OF VALUE". -Eric Bogle. . I can see the Southern Cross tonight. While here below, bathed in it's light. The Dreamtime land safe, snug and tight is sleeping.
"Queensland Whalers". -Eric Bogle. . I've sailed the North Atlantic with ice flows in the breeze. I've sailed the Dutch East Indies o'er the calm blue sunny seas.