With Nick Page Tonight's Songs: Rock Island Line the Garden

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VIRTUAL SING-ALONG LYRICS Tuesday, June 23, 2020 Favorites from “RISE UP SINGING” with Nick Page presented by the Mystic Chorale

Tonight’s Songs:

Rock Island Line The Garden Song (Inch By Inch) The Anti-Garden Song (Slug By Slug) Dona Dona The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down Trouble In Mind by Richard M. Jones Die Gedanken Hobo’s Lullaby

Lyrics:

ROCK ISLAND LINE Leadbetter

Oh the Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, The Rock Island Line is the road to ride, The Rock Island Line is a mighty good road, If you want to ride it, got to ride it like you find it, Get your ticket at the station for the Rock Island Line.

Jesus died to save our sins -- Glory to God, We're going to meet him again!

I may be right and I may be wrong, I know you're gonna' miss me when I'm gone!

A, B, C, W, X, Y, Z Cat’s in the cupboard, but he don't see me!

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The Garden Song by David Mallett

Inch by inch, row by row Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground

Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below Till the rain comes tumbling down

Pulling weeds and picking stones Man is made of dreams and bones Feel the need to grow my own Cause the time is close at hand

Painful rain, sun and rain Find my way in nature's chain Tune my body and my brain To the music from the land

Plant your rows straight and long Temper them with prayer and song Mother Earth will make you strong If you give her love and care

Old crow watching hungrily From his perch in yonder tree In my garden I'm as free As that feathered thief up there

Inch by inch, row by row Gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe And a piece of fertile ground

Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below Till the rain comes tumbling down

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THE ANTI-GARDEN SONG Eric Kilburn’s parody of David Mallett’s words

Slug by slug, weed by weed, My garden's got me really teed All the insects love to feed upon my tomato plants Sunburned face, scratched-up knees My kitchen's choked with zucchinis I'm shopping at the A & P next time I get a chance.

The crabgrass grows, the ragweed thrives, The broccoli has long since died. The only things left still alive are some radishes and beans. My carrot plants are dead and gone, Hear the rabbits sing a happy song Until you've weeded all day long You don't know what boredom means

You get up early, work till late Watch moles and mice get overweight They eat their dinners on a plate from the hard work you have done As ye sow so shall ye reap, But I smell like a compost heap I'm gonna get that lousy creep who said gardening was fun

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Dona Dona by Aaron Zeitlin & Shalom Secunda From play Esterke PRODUCED IN POLAND IN 1932 English words by Arthur Kevess & Teddi Schwartz ©?

On a wagon bound for market Lies a calf with a mournful eye High above him, there’s a swallow Flying freely thru the sky

How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might Laugh & laugh the whole day thru And half the summer’s night (dona dona) Dona dona dona dona, dona dona dona doe (2x)

"Stop complaining!" says the farmer "Who told you a calf to be? Why don’t you have wings to fly with Like that swallow, proud & free?"

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered Never knowing the reason why But whoever treasures freedom Like the swallow will learn to fly

Oyfin furl ligt a kelbl Ligt gebundn mit a shtrik Hoykh in himl flit a shvelbl Freyt zikh dreyt zikh hin un tzurik

Lakht der vint in korn, lakht un lakht un lakht Lakht er op a tog a gantzn, un a halbe nakht Hey, dona, dona, dona… dona da

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The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down by Robie Robertson

Virgil Caine is the name And I served on the Danville train 'Till Stoneman's cavalry came And tore up the tracks again

In the winter of '65 We were hungry, just barely alive By May the 10th, Richmond had fell It's a time I remember, oh so well

The night they drove old Dixie down And the bells were ringing The night they drove old Dixie down And the people were singing They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

Back with my wife in Tennessee When one day she called to me Said "Virgil, quick, come see, There goes the Robert E. Lee!"

Now, I don't mind chopping wood And I don't care if the money's no good You take what you need And you leave the rest But they should never Have taken the very best

The night they drove old Dixie down And the bells were ringing The night they drove old Dixie down And all the people were singing They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

Like my father before me I will work the land And like my brother above me Who took a rebel stand

He was just 18, proud and brave But a Yankee laid him in his grave I swear by the mud below my feet You can't raise a Caine back up When he's in defeat

The night they drove old Dixie down And the bells were ringing The night they drove old Dixie down And all the people were singing They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

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Die Gedanken Sind Frei 16th Century German Folksong Words by Friedrich Schiller, 1759-1805 English words by Arthur Kevess (1950)

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, No one can deny, Die Gedanken sind frei. No one can deny, Die Gedanken sind frei!

I think as I please & this gives me pleasure My conscience decrees this right I must treasure My thoughts will not cater to duke or dictator No one can deny, die Gedanken sind frei, No one can deny, die Gedanken sind frei,

Should tyrants take me & throw me in prison My thoughts will burst free like blossoms in season Foundations will crumble & structures will tumble And free folk will cry, "Die Gedenken sind frei!" And free folk will cry, "Die Gedenken sind frei!"

Die Gedanken sind frei, wer kann sie erraten, Sie fliehen vorbei, wie nachtliche Schatten, Kein Mensch kann sie wissen, Kein Jäger erschiessen, Es bleibet da bei, Die Gedanken sind frei. Es bleibet da bei, Die Gedanken sind frei.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * Trouble In Mind by Richard M. Jones 1937

CHORUS: Trouble in mind, I'm blue, But I won't be blue always The sun gonna' shine in my back door someday.

Solo: 1) Trouble in mind, that’s true, I have almost lost my mind, Life ain’t worth livin’, Feel like I could die.

2) I'm goin' down, down to the river, I'm gonna take me a rockin' chair, If the blues don’t leave me, I'll rock rock on away from here.

3) I'm gonna lay, lay my head, On some lonesome railroad iron I'm gonna let that 2:19, Pacify my mind.

4) Well, trouble, O trouble, Trouble on my worried mind, When you see me laughin', I'm laughin' just to keep from cryin'.

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Hobo’s Lullaby by Goebel Reeves

Go to sleep you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can’t you hear the steel rails hummin' That's the hobo's lullaby

Don’t you worry about tomorrow Let tomorrow come and go Tonight you're in a nice warm boxcar Safe from all that wind and snow

Go to sleep you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can’t you hear the steel rails hummin' That's the hobo's lullaby

I know your clothes are torn and tattered, And your hair is turning grey, But lift your head and smile at trouble, You’ll find peace and rest someday.

Go to sleep you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can’t you hear the steel rails hummin' That's the hobo's lullaby

I know the police cause you trouble They cause trouble everywhere But when you die and go to Heaven There’ll be no policemen there

Go to sleep you weary hobo Let the towns drift slowly by Can’t you hear the steel rails hummin' That's the hobo's lullaby

Can’t you hear the steel rails hummin' That's the hobo's lullaby

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