Well I recall his parting words Must I accept his fate? Or take myself far from this place I thought I heard a black bell toll A little bird did sing
(Eliza Gilkyson) There's a beautiful Rose ever blooming In the garden of God's love for me; It has filled all the world with its fragrance, It will last
(Steve Earle) I am a wanderer, feet on the ground, Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds. I own the star above some distant shore, Wandering ever
Mary you're covered in roses, you're covered in ashes You're covered in rain You're covered in babies, you're covered in slashes You're covered in wilderness
(Eliza Gilkyson) Ooh.... Mother mary, full or grace, awaken, All our homes are gone, our loved ones taken, Taken by the sea, Mother mary calm our fears
(Steve Earle) I was walkin' Walkin' down the Jericho road And every mile that I traveled showed And I'm walkin' down the Jericho road I just kept on
(A. Hayes, E. Robinson) I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, Alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I
(M. Huffman, W. Guthrie) The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps They're flying you back to the
(Lloyd Stone/Georgia Harkness/Jean Sibelius) This is my song, O God of all the nations A song of peace, for lands afar & mine This is my home, the country
(Natalie Merchant) Where in the hell can you go far from the things that you know Far from the sprawl of concrete that keeps crawling its way about 1
(B. Dylan) Farewell, Angelina The bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits I must follow the sound. The triangle tingles And the trumpets play
(V. Morrison, P. Moloney) I wished I had you in Carrickfergus, Only for nights in Ballygrand, I would swim over the deepest ocean, The deepest ocean
(Bob Dylan) Old Reilly stole a stallion But they caught him and they brought him back And they laid him down on the jailhouse ground With an iron chain
(Steve Earle) It's Christmastime in Washington The Democrats rehearsed Gettin' into gear for four more years Things not gettin' worse The Republicans
(Traditional) There was a wealthy merchant, In London he did dwell He had a lovely daughter, The truth to you I'll tell Oh the truth to you I'll tell
(B. Dylan) You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan
(Greg Brown) Coldest night of the winter working up my farewell In the middle of everything under no particular spell I am dreaming of the mountains
(Steve Earle) I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood And the man on
