Babe, I'm gonna leave you Tell you when I'm gonna leave you Leave you when ol' summer time Summer comes a-rolling Leave you when ol' summer comes along
melody: Heitor Villa-Lobos text: Ruth Valadares Correa Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente. Sobre o espaA§o, sonhadora e bela! Surge no
It was many and many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know by the name of Annabel Lee And this maiden she lived
Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) "Give to me your tired and your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse
I see the town where we were born I see the place we were raised I see all the things you wanted That I never gave I see sadness, I see sorrow I see
Father, yes, I am a prisoner Fear not to relay my crime The crime is loving the forsaken Only silence is shame And now I'll tell you what's against us
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) Father, yes, I am a prisoner Fear not to relay my crime The crime is loving the forsaken Only silence
I asked my love to take a walk To take a walk, just a little walk Down beside where the waters flow Down by the banks of the old Ohio And only say that
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around Turn me around, turn me around Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around Keep on a walking, keep on a talking Gonna
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored He has lost the fatefull
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) My son, instead of crying be strong Be brave and comfort your mother Don't cry for the tears are wasted
We may not always be the best of lovers But if you leave it to me I think I can see We'll always be the best of friends And one day when I am old and
Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine And the choirs
Black, black, black is the colour of my true love's hair. His lips are something wond'rous fair The purest eyes and the bravest hands. I love the grass
Be not too hard for life is short And nothing is given to man Be not too hard when he is sold or bought For he must manage as best he can Be not too
Black, black, black is the color of my true love's hair Her lips are like a rose so fair And the prettiest face and the neatest hands. I love the grass
I'm sailin' away my own true love I'm sailin' away in the mornin' Is there something I can send you from across the sea From the place that I'll be landin
I don't wanna hear a love song I got on this airplane just to fly And I know there's a life below me But all that you can show me Is the Prarie and the