Turtle Dove Done Drooped His Wings-Duhks. . Turtle dove done drooped his wings. Turtle dove done drooped his wings. Turtle dove done drooped his wings.
Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed, when I die?. Repeat. Who's, gonna make up my dyin' bed? Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed?. Who's gonna make up my dyin' bed, when I die?.
Three fishers went sailing out into the west,. Oh, into the west as the sun went down;. Each thought of the woman,. That loved him the best,. And the children stood watching them out on the town..
Oh hard is the fortune of all womankind. They're always controlled, they're always confined. Controlled by their parents until they are wives. Then slaves to their husbands the rest of their lives.
A trooper lad came here at night. with riding he was weary,. a trooper lad came here at night,. when the moon shone bright and clearly. . She's taken the trooper by the hand.
"I" said the little brown and leather winged bat. "I'll tell you the reason that. the reason that I fly by night. is because I've lost my heart's delight".
Oh, who will plough the fields all day. And who will thresh the corn. Who will tend the sheep now. And see them neatly shorn. The stack that's in the haggard.
Ah! Du temps que j'etais jeune. Dondaine ma dondaine. J'avais deux amoureux, ma luron lurette. J'avais deux amoureux, ma luron lure. . J'avais Pierre et Ti Toine.
Round, round, I wanna go round. Wanna see the rock of ages. When my body gives out. Gonna read the final pages. . Oh, my mother who's gone. She told me I should meet her.
If you gather 'round me, people. This story I will tell. About Pretty Boy Floyd, the outlaw. Oklahoma knew him well. . It was in the town of Shawnee. On a Saturday afternoon.
Out of the Rain - The Duhks. . Its been raining hard in Winnipeg, like where youve gone. So I am going to write a song to soothe my aching. For two whole days the rain came down and Ive been thinking round.
Mama's gonna bargain with the ol' cook pot. Try to get more than what that bowler's got. Don't trim no fat, pull potatoes from a box. Mama's gonna bargain with the ol' cook pot.
Moses, Moses, don't get lost | In that red sea. Smite your rod and come across | In that red sea. Oh Moses, Moses take my hand | In that red sea. Take me out of Egypt land | In that red sea.
Wild wind, take me home. To the mists of down below. I'll be flying come September day. With no borders in my way. You'll find me home until the May sun burns.
(Meghan Hayden's). . Wild wind, take me home. To the mists of down below. I'll be flying come September day. With no borders in my way. You'll find me home until the May sun burns.