have hurt you, yes, I have hurt you. Let us be together as we face this stormy weather. Gaze on other heavens. Don't you cry. Don't you cry. I have other
And I have hurt you, yes, I have hurt you Let us be together as we face this stormy weather Gaze on other heavens, don't you cry, don't you cry I have other
Übersetzung: Kingston Trio. Blick auf Andere Heavens.
(Irving Gordon) They locked up her darlin' in Allentown jail, oh, oh, oh, And no one has come to put up his bail, oh, oh, oh. They say at the courthouse
(Paul Stookey/Peter Yarrow) [Chorus:] C'mon, Betty, home. Come on the very next train. You've been gone so lonesome long I hardly know my name. I hardly
(John Stewart) Down through the meadows I was humming a song. Looking at the skies as I take my little Julie back home. Watching her eyes as I tell
(Mike Settle) Well, how many beans could Woody have picked when he was always writing songs? You believe that story about hard travelin', well, I can
(Ian Tyson) [Chorus:] Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run high, all these things that don't change, come what may, But our good
(John Stewart) "Way out by lonely bayou. There waits a girl where the green grasses grow. Waits she there with a tear in her eye dreaming of years that
(Jerry Walter) [Chorus:] All the good times have past and gone. All the good times are over. All the good times have past and gone. Little darlin',
(Travis Edmonson) [Chorus:] I must bid adieu to my island. Leave the nights by the sea. My heart is heavy inside me. Bow down just like a palm tree.
(Irving Burgess) Days are getting' longer. Robins comin' 'round. Wood pile's gettin' mighty low to the ground. Fields are gettin' greener. Possum's
(Sigmund Romberg/Hammerstein) Nothing to regret tomorrow, nothing to regret. You'll find me making no demand or claim upon you. Kiss me and forget.
(A. Clancy) My love has gone. My dreams have passed away. Her funny way, my sunny day are gone [Chorus:] And, yet, I think of her when first we met
(Richard Adler) [Chorus:] Nothing more to look forward to. Why were you so sweet? Nothing more to be living for. No longer can we meet, can we meet.
(Hoyt Axton) Like a lion in the winter, I can hear the summer call Like a ship out on the ocean made of stone, And sometimes when I get lonely, I could
One, two, three, four I wish I was an apple A-hangin' on a tree And every time my Cindy passed She'd take a bite of me Get along, home, Cindy Cindy,
