Leaving on a Jet Plane All My Bags Are Packed, I'm Ready to Go, I'm
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Leaving On A Jet Plane All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside your door, I hate to wake you up to say goodbye. But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn, the taxi's waiting He's blowing his horn. Already I'm so lonesome I could die. So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go. 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go. There's so many times I've let you down, so many times I've played around, I tell you now they don't mean a thing. Every place I go I'll think of you, every song I sing I'll sing for you, when I come back, I'll bring your wedding ring. So kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go. 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go. Now the time has come to leave you, one more time let me kiss you, then close your eyes, I'll be on my way. Dream about the days to come when I won't have to leave alone, about the times I won't have to say: kiss me and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me, hold me like you'll never let me go. 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go. I'm leaving on a jet plane, don't know when I'll be back again. Oh, babe, I hate to go. Shenandoah O Shenandoah, I long to hear you, away, you rollin' river O Shenandoah, I long to hear you, away I'm bound away 'Cross the wide Missouri O Shenandoah, I love your daughter, away, you rollin' river For her I’d cross your roaming water, away I'm bound away 'Cross the wide Missouri 'Tis seven long years since last I saw you, away, you rollin' river 'Tis seven long years since last I saw you, away I'm bound away 'Cross the wide Missouri O Shenandoah, I'm bound to leave you, away, you rollin' river O Shenandoah, I’ll not deceive you, away I'm bound away 'Cross the wide Missouri Kisses Sweeter than Wine When I was a young man and never been kissed, got to thinkin' it over o’ what I had missed I got me a girl and I kissed her and then, oh, lord, I kissed her again Oh, oh, kisses sweeter than wine, oh, oh, kisses sweeter than wine I asked her to marry and be my sweet wife, we'd be so happy the rest of our life I begged and I pleaded like a natural man, and oh Lord, she gave me her hand I worked mighty hard and so did my wife, handinhand to make a good life There’s corn in the fields and wheat in the bin, I was oh lord the father of twins Our children numbered just about four, the’ve all got sweethearts knockin' at the door They all got married, they didn’t hesitate; I was oh Lord grandfather of eight Now we are old, ready to go, get to thinkin' what happened a long time ago We had a lot of kids, trouble and pain, but oh, Lord, we’d do it again! If I Had a Hammer If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning I'd hammer in the evening, all over this land I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out a warning I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters, all over this land If I had a bell, I'd ring it in the morning I'd ring it in the evening, all over this land I'd ring out danger, I'd ring out a warning I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters, all over this land If I had a song, I'd sing it in the morning I'd sing it in the evening, all over this land I'd sing out danger, I'd sing out a warning I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters, all over this land Well I've got a hammer, and I've got a bell And I've got a song to sing, all over this land It's the hammer of justice, it's the bell of freedom It's the song about love between my brothers and my sisters, all over this land Low Bridge, Everybody Down (version: Lee Murdock) I got a mule and her name is Sal, fifteen miles on the Erie Canal She’s a good old worker and a good old pal, fifteen miles on the Erie Canal We’ve hauled some barges in our day, filled with lumber, coal and hay And we know every step of the way, from Albany to Buffalo Low bridge, everybody down, low bridge for we’re going through a town And you’ll always know your neighbor, you’ll always know your pal If you’ve ever navigated on the Erie Canal We’d better get along on our way old gal, fifteen miles on the Erie Canal ‘Cause bet your life I’ll never part with Sal, fifteen miles on the Erie Canal Get up there, mule, here comes a lock, and we’ll make Rome ‘bout six o’clock One more trip, then back we’ll go, right on back home to Buffalo She’ll Be Comin’ Around the Mountain She’ll be comin’ around the mountain when she comes She’ll be comin’ around the mountain when she comes She’ll be comin’ around the mountain, she’ll be comin’ around the mountain She’ll be comin’ around the mountain when she comes And we’ll all go out to greet her when she comes… She’ll be drivin’ six white horses… She will wear her red pajamas when she comes… And she’ll have to sleep with Grandma when she comes… She’ll be comin’ around the mountain when she comes This Land Is Your Land This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York island; From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters, this land was made for you and me. As I was walking that ribbon of highway I saw above me that endless skyway: I saw below me that golden valley; this land was made for you and me. I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts; And all around me a voice was sounding: this land was made for you and me. When the sun came shining, and I was strolling And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting: this land was made for you and me. As I went walking I saw a sign there And on the sign it said "No Trespassing." But on the other side it didn't say nothing, that side was made for you and me. In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people By the relief office I seen my people; As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking: Is this land made for you and me? Nobody living can ever stop me As I go walking that freedom highway; Nobody living can ever make me turn back: this land was made for you and me. Waltzing with Bears Wawawa waltzing, waltzing with bears Raggy bears, shaggy bears, baggy bears too. There’s nothing on earth Uncle Walter won’t do So he can go waltzing, wawawa waltzing So he can go waltzing, waltzing with bears. I went upstairs in the middle of the night; I tiptoed in and I turned on the light; But, to my surprise, there was no one in sight. My Uncle Walter goes dancing at night. I gave Uncle Walter a new coat to wear; Shen he came home it was covered with hair. Lately I’ve noticed several new tears. I’m sure Uncle Walter goes waltzing with bears We told Uncle Walter that he should be good Aand do all the things that we said he should, But I know he’d rather be out in the woods. I’m afraid we might lose Uncle Walter for good. We begged and we pleaded, “Oh please, won’t you stay?” We managed to keep him at home for a day, But the bears all barged in and took him away Now he’s dancing with pandas, And he can’t understand us, And the bears all demand at least one dance a day. "Turn! Turn! Turn!" To everything turn, turn, turn, there is a season turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die, a time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal, a time to laugh, a time to weep A time to build up, a time to break down, atime to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones, time to gather stones together A time of love, a time of hate, time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing A time to gain, a time to lose, a time to rend, a time to sew A time for love, a time for hate, a time for peace, I swear it's not too late! On Top of Old Smokey On top of old smokey, all covered with snow I lost my true lover by courtin' so slow For courting's a pleasure but parting is grief And a falsehearted lover is worse than a thief A thief will just rob you and take what you have But a false hearted lover will lead you to the grave And the grave will decay you, turn you to dust Not one boy in a hundred, a poor girl can trust How True They hug you and kiss you, tell you more lies Than cross ties on the railroad or stars in the sky So come all you young maidens and listen to me Never place your affections on a green willow tree For the leaves they will wither, the roots will die You'll all be forsaken and never know why The Ash Grove The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly ‘tis speaking The harp through it playing has language for me Whenever the light through its branches is breaking A host of kind faces is gazing on me The friends of my childhood again are before me Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam With soft whispers laden, its leaves rustle o’er me The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home Kumbaya Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, Kumbaya, my Lord, Kumbaya, oh, Lord, Kumbaya.