~~ Old Black Joe ~~
Stephen Foster

Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."
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I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low;
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."

Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain
Why do I sigh that my friends come not again,
Grieving for forms Now departed long ago?
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."
(CHORUS)
Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
The children so dear that I held upon my knee,
Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go.
I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe."
(CHORUS)

 

~~ Scarborough Fair ~~
 trad, per Simon and Garfunkel

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
She once was a true love of mine.

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without any seems, nor needlework,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
 
Tell her to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the salt water and the sea strand,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
 
Tell her to plough it with a sickle of leather.
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And bind it all in a bunch of heather,
Then she'll be a true love of mine.
~~ Early Morning Rain ~~
Gordon Lightfoot

In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand
With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain with no place to go -

Out on runway number nine, big seven-o-seven set to go
But I'm stuck here in the grass with a pain that evergrows
Now the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Well now there she goes my friend, she's a-rolling down at last

Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver wing on high
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time

This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground, as cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain