Adios farewell, goodbye Majicita My love for you was never my crime Adios farewell, goodbye Senorita I'll need the love of a man in his prime (2, 3, 4
Banua, Banua, Banua, oh Banua, Banua, baby, I don't know, again Banua, Banua, Banua, oh Banua, Banua, baby, I don't know Won't you come to me, baby?
Nick Reynolds Christmas is coming. The goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man's hat. If you haven't got a penny, then a ha' penny will
'Round the bay of Mexico Way up, Suzianna, Mexico is the place I belong in 'Round the bay of Mexico Wind from the East and it's blowin' strong Way up
Well, there's a big ball in Boston, big ball in town Big ball in Boston, I'm gonna get on down The birthplace of our nation is Boston so they say They
Oh, the Thresher, the finest atomic ship That ever dived for the sea Each man on board was a volunteer Was there 'cause he chose there to be Every man
James Day/George Arno There's a winding road and a tall pine tree, by the tall pine tree, she waits for me. Oh, yes, she waits in the little green house
Oh, I stood watchin', oh, I stood waitin' And as the rivers of freedom run through this land I'll be there for to lend you my hand Well, I listened to
Tom Drake/Bob Shane When I sailed into Portland town, I called upon my dear. Her window held a candle. It's light shone bright and clear. I walked up
Bob Shane/Tom Drake/Miriam Stafford Gonna find a bran' new gal. Don't want one who's lazy 'cause the one I got right now, 'bout to drive me crazy. 'Bout
A. Clancy My ship was leaving 'Frisco. My gal was crying again. We past the place for tattooing. Uh, oh, I went and walked right in. Hey, mister, you
Was you ever in Quebec Bonny Laddie, Hielan' laddie Stowing timber on the deck Bonny Hielan' Laddie Was you ever in Dundee Bonny Laddie, Hielan' Laddie
'Tis advertised in Boston New York and Buffalo A hundred hearty sailors A whalin' for to go Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho Haul away
Buddy, better get on down the line Buddy, better get on down the line Here comes ninety-seven Makin' up some time Buddy, this is ninety-seven at your
Bye, bye, Thou Little Tiny Child Bye, bye, lullee lullay Bye, bye, Thou Little Tiny Child Bye, bye, lullee lullay Sisters, too, how may we do For to
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
Bob Dylan Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat uncovering the cross roads I am standing at Or maybe it's the weather or something like that but
Dance to the circle, watch it grow Turning like forever, movin' slow It's only a moment, yes, I know Children of the morning told me so Burn with the