King Henry marched forth, a sword in his hand Two thousand horsemen all at his command In a fortnight the rivers ran red through the land The year fifteen
Last train to Nuremberg Last train to Nuremberg Last train to Nuremberg All on board Do I see Lieutenant Calley? Do I see Captain Medina? Do I see Gen
Die Gedanken Sind Frei, my thoughts freely flower Die Gedanken Sind Frei, my thoughts give me power No scholar can map them, no hunter can trap them
Sailing down my dirty stream Still I love it and I'll keep the dream That some day, though maybe not this year My Hudson River will once again run clear
You know it may seem hard to imagine But once upon a time people didn't have Any such thing as television, didn't have any radios And if you wanted to
Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to do You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you You got to build you a union, got to make
Oh what a beautiful city Oh what a beautiful city Oh what a beautiful city Twelve gates to the city, Hallelujah Three gates in the East Three gates in
My Father's mansion's many rooms Have room for all of His children As long as we do share His love And see that all are free And see that all are free
Walking down death row I sang for three men destined for the chair Walking down death row I sang of lives and loves in other years Walking down death
A is for altar where we go astray B for the bills that begin the next day C for the cuffs and the collars of shirts D is for dishes and dusting and dirt
John Gilbert is a boat Di-dee o, di-dee o John Gilbert is a boat Di-dee o Runnin' in the Cincinnati trade You see that boat a-comin' Comin' 'round the
Old friend, comrade of mine Once again you're on my mind There's always a place, there's always a time To think of days gone by We spent too long apart
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The water is wide, I cannot cross over, And neither have I wings to fly, Give me a boat that can carry two, And both shall row - my love and I. A ship
Throw away that shad net, get rid of hook and line. There's no more Hudson fishing, not for a long, long time. The poison's in the riverbed, no matter
Old father hudson Now we sit us down Ye winds and waters Come and gather 'round. We've had some good eating Now we sit us down So let's start the meeting