we have been? ?no I can?t come in and I can?t sit down for I have but a moment?s time they say that you?re married to a house carpenter and your heart
Well, my heart is sad And I am lonesome For the only one I love When shall we meet? Oh no never Till we meet in heaven above So bury me underneath the
Within the fire and out upon the sea Crazy man, Michael was walking He met with a raven with eyes black as coal And shortly they were talking Your future
I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe But there?s no sickness, toil or danger In that bright land to which I go Well, I?
country Down on Penny?s farm George Penny?s renters They be coming into town With their hands in their pockets And their heads hanging down Go to the merchant And the merchant
If you see them father Please tell them I?m a poor mourning pilgrim Bound for Canaan land Well, I weep and I moan And I move slowly on I?m a poor mourning
Come all you good workers Good news to you, I'll tell Of how the good old union Has come in here to dwell Which side are you on, boys? Which side are
Said, "Soldier, now soldier Would you marry me before the fight comes on?" "How can I marry such a pretty little girl When I got no suit to put on?"
Young Emily was fair lady bright She loved her diver boy Who sailed over the ocean To gather up some gold Seven long years returning His money for to
together we have been No I can?t come in and I can?t sit down For I have but a moment?s time They say that you?re married To a house carpenter And your
Übersetzung: Natalie Merchant. House Carpenter.
Well, my heart is sad and I am lonesome for the only one I love when shall we meet? oh no never till we meet in heaven above so bury me underneath
Within the fire and out upon the sea crazy man Michael was walking he met with a raven with eyes black as coal and shortly they were talking ?your
the country down on Penny?s farm George Penny?s renters they be coming into town with their hands in their pockets and their heads hanging down go to the merchant and the merchant
Young Emily was fair lady bright she loved her diver boy who sailed over the ocean to gather up some gold seven long years returning, his money for
A woman of beauty a woman of pain in France or Jakarta her shadow?s the same you go home with Sally Ann you go home with Sally Ann you go home a woman
I am a poor wayfaring stranger travelling through this world of woe but there?s no sickness, toil or danger in that bright land to which I go well